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Having Completed Homeward Bound Recently, i got this idea for a Fanfic, so here it is.

For what of the Lizards
Leighton White

Fleetlord Klreniv walked down the Hallway of his bannership, the 37th Emperor Risson to the shuttlebay in full Home Gravity. He remembered when he first entered service sixty-three years ago when the Race still used a handful of warships with Centrifuges for training, like all modern warships (and civilian ships, maybe even all by this point) employed by the Race the 37th Emperor Risson had been equipped with Gravity Plating set to home standard. Sometimes he missed the lighter gravity that the old centrifuge using ships had, but with the era of Slower than Light Ships those days had long past and he and every male and the female of the Race had to live with it ever since the Admiral Peary arrived in Orbit in home two hundred and fifty years ago and they had to play catch-up to the Tosevite Empires and Not Empires. Like many members of the Race, he believed that Atvar should have pummeled the Tosevites with nuclear weapons either into submission or into oblivion, both would have suited him fine. But he eventually remembered that musing on what should have been got nothing done in the present and set himself down in the passenger seat of the shuttle. He watched as the craft drifted out of the airlock as it flew down into the atmosphere over the alien landscape of sandy desserts and mountains. After about a quarter of a daytenth the shuttle touched down on the shuttlecraft port on the Planet and he disembarked. He and his two bodyguards were pleasantly surprised that the local temperature was a comfortable 45 Hundredths despite the higher gravity. The Utilitarian Green and Brown Camouflage of the Race military Shuttle was in contrast to the dull Red the natives seemed to use for everything.

A trio of the Natives walked toward the Shuttle. While they wore radically different cloth wrappings to most males and females of the Race they looked exactly like Tosevites (in fact they were originally believed them to be a Tosevite Prank when they first made contact), although on closer inspection they had more pointed ears a slightly different eyebrow shape. On the insides they were more different, apparently having green copper based blood and some other anatomical differences although he did not take much in the line of interest in that sort of thing. They wore long heavy looking cloth wrappings than were heavier than what Tosevites mostly wore despite the Temperature that designated there rank. Personally he found them a lot less barbaric than the Tosevites, although he found they made up with it somewhat boring. The central of the three beings advanced on him, bowed slightly before the Fleetlord and spoke. “I Great you, Exalted Fleetlord…” He said it in the Native Language but one of there devices compensated for this perfectly and Klreniv heard only the language of the Race.

Klreniv assumed the posture of respect “And I Great you,” He said to the Vulcan “Ambassador. I trust that my accommodations and dietary needs have been met.” For some reason the Vulcans had some quibbles about killing animals for food. The first ambassadors of the Race two hundred years ago had to put up with this bizarre habit and their health deteriorated because of that. He was rather sure they did, but he just wanted to be safe.

“Yes, Fleetlord. The Hotel and embassy has been stocked with the Proper foods, just as it has been for the last Forty years.” With that one of Klreniv’s guards let out a slight hiss of relief “May we get to business?”

“It shall be done.” The Fleetlord was then guided to his car, which he discovered, was of Tosevite manufacture. This did not surprise him too much as both the Race and all the Tosevite Not Empires and Empires save for the Reich were on good enough Terms with the Vulcans to allow some trade and they were the same shape but he would have preferred a race made automobile. But in the end it mattered not as the craft managed to speed down the comparatively empty streets to the Race Embassy on Autodriver. There was Surprisingly little traffic on Vulcan, Save for a few locally built trucks and construction vehicles the Vulcans were completely reliant on Importation of Cars from Tosev III (and most likely other Tosevite Controlled worlds) and the Empire for automobiles. After the short trip had ended he and his bodyguards disembarked and entered the building, went straight to the conference room and sat down. There was Ambassador Jriimet and two Vulcans. The Vulcans bowed and the Males and female assumed the Posture of Respect and took their seats. “Shall we get down to business?”

“Yes Fleetlord” A Holographic Map was displayed above the table displaying the Worlds Colonized by the Race and the Tosevites. There were also plenty of worlds settled by several not empires and even a few both the Race and the Tosevite Empires and Not Empires. Habitable Planets were large enough for several sizable settlements to be constructed and the Big Uglies preferred a wetter, cooler climate when compared to the Race. “Our intelligence along with yours has recently discovered that Tosevite Nation known as the Deutsches Reich has recently established a Colony here” Ambassador Soval pointed to a star at the Boarder at human Colonized Space. “You should know that this Colony, known as ‘Wunderland’ is on the boarder of a Nation known as the Romulan Star Empire. We know little about them, save for that they are militaristic, expansionist and have a sizable fleet.”

“Do the Deutsche know of this ‘Romulan Empire’?” The Fleetlord Inquired.

“The Deutsche are unaware of this as far as we know. The Germans have proven themselves to be quite effective in hiding their intelligence files and Starcharts from us. Although if I am given the luxury of assuming I say that as of yet in time they don’t.”

The Fleetlord turned both eye turrets to Soval “In the Empire’s experience with Tosevites, making assumptions on what they know it is best to think in the worst case scenario. I shall advise the Emperor on sending additional to our colonies closer to Wunderland. Hopefully we will not need them.”

“We shall see, Fleetlord.”

Good lead-in. I enjoyed reading Turtledove's books on the Race. This should be an entertaining continuation.

It was an interesting start, but for the love of all things holy, learn to control your shift key. Every second word does not need to be Capitalized. I'm fairly certain "Forty" and "Cars" do not qualify for capitalization. Also, unless you've changed around the Trek timeline significantly then the Vulcans would have had FTL and an advanced civilization by the end of the 20th Century so I don't see them needing to import vehicles from Earth.

For what of the Lizards

Chapter Two

“You are to leave this territory immediately!” Kapitän Karl Shultz of the Raum Kriegsmarine destroyer RKMS-Adolph Galland looked with utter contempt at the holographic reptilian face that hovered over the Hologram pit in his CiC. This was the second time in as many days that he had hailed that ship and he was only madder this time. “Shiplord, your craft is Dangerously close to the boarders of this star system and the Reich’s jurisdiction over it.” He said coldly. “I demand that your craft pull out of, but having to put up with the Space-Force of the Race was even worse. The Yanks should have nuked Home bare the second they got the Commodore Perry in orbit and leveled their two vassals as soon as they were done! He thought.

The Lizard respond more comely “But our craft is currently parked 5,000 Kilometers from said boarder in International Space. We have every Right to park our spacecraft were we will in international space, which we are in. A fact that you should not forget.”

Karl knew that was true and that did not mean he liked it. “That may be so, but this is defiantly going to my superiors you scaley bastard! Galland out!” He let out a groan before going to his chair and switched and decided to set the Hologram projectors to give him a view of the Planet that lay ten thousand kilometers beneath his ship. Wunderland was a cool, dry world and compared to planets like British Bristol, Japanese New Nippon, the Soviet world of Daughterland, New Deutschland, The American planet of Foundation or the international world of Nova Terra, it was nothing. It was claimed by the Reich in 2108 with a small outpost but real colonization only began in 2133 most of it’s population was either brought here in chains or descended from people who were came here in chains. The Reich’s criminal justice system may had gone away from the Racial Laws of the twentieth and early twenty first centuries, but its laws were as brutal as ever, especially regarding political opposition to the National Socialist Party. These brutal laws had given Wunderland most of its population of one and a quarter million, most of which worked in the fields or mines either as employees or prison laborers. The rest were a handful of specialists (engineers, teachers, law enforcement both overt and covert, ext.), a few entrepreneurs who sought to gain a few million Reichmarks, there families and a good deal of troublesome Wehrmarch and SS Soldiers assigned to the two disciplinary divisions stationed there. Wunderberg, the biggest “City” on Wunderland was a dirt poor collection of old Prefab structures, ugly concrete boxes errorfully named buildings, Chain link fences, mud roads and a concrete square with a radio tower claiming to be a spaceport. Only about ten ships came to the system to deliver more prisoners and luxury goods known as retail goods everywhere else and bring aboard a modest supply of ship components and metal ingots. Never the less, Wunderland was a beautiful sight from orbit and that beauty turned his mind away from the duties of being here. For a few more minutes he sat back, calmly taking in the beauty of the world.

“Kapitän!” an lieutenant yelled with a Italian accent, breaking the silence like a sledgehammer hitting an egg.

“Report.” He said annoyed.

“Three craft are coming towards the system at warp speed, unknown signature.” the blonde haired ensign replied “Displaying.”

The Hologram pit displayed a tactical readout of the area, showing his location, the Race warship located nearby, Wunderland, it’s primary, three other planets and eight moons, an asteroid belt and the trio of unknown ships coming across the boarder at warp speed moving over the boarder in Delta Formation, each of them about the size of a Light Frigate. He immediately began to wonder. Neither did any human nation or the Race used warp drive, instead they used on Jump Drives for FTL.

“Hail them!” he ordered.

“Ja, Kapitän!”

He got out of his chair, straightened his hat and waited a couple of seconds before hearing the telltale ping of Transmission. “This is Kapitän Karl Shultz of RKMS Adolph Galland to unidentified Spacecraft. You have encroached on the Space of the Greater German Reich. You have exactly one minute to leave Reich Territory or you will either be destroyed as of the end of this transmission. This is your only warning. Heil Heinemann!” He then stomped the floor and with that the transmission was terminated.

Karl extracted from his pocket an Antique pocket watch and looked into the hands move slowly. When he saw that the minute had passed, he snapped the bronze clamshell closed and stuffed it into his left trouser pocket. “Sound General quarters, raise shields, load all railguns and torpedo tubes, charge disrupters and ready point defense, System.”

“Ja mien Kapitän!” “With that, claxons rung throughout the two hundred thirty seven meter long hull of the craft as spacers quickly donned their Vacsuits and rushed to their stations while Heer Naval infantry rushed to there arms locker and prepared to repulse boarders.

“Are we to intercept, Mien heir?” the helmsman asked through the radio in his helmet.

“Nein!” The Kapitän barked. “We will let them come to us and blast the universe clean of these bastards. Subspace, what is there ETA?”

“Approximately Fifteen minutes, Mien heir.”

“Good, then they will have honor of seeing the fully prepared power of German engineering as it blows them to hell.”

Everywhere things grew tense as the ship awaited battle. The pre combat tasks were done in a well-drilled fashion, nothing was left unaccounted for and the Captain calmly looked as the enemies moved in closer. After those fifteen minutes had passed, everything was prepared.

“They are dropping out of warp, one hundred thousand kilometers 12.2 degrees starboard and 23 degrees below, Mien Kapitän.” The Subspace Sensory officer said.

“Starboard Broadside Fire!” The Kapitän yelled, and with that, six disrupter cannons and three heavy railguns unleashed there first devastating salvo into the formation right into the winged flattened teardrop of the enemy ship. The disrupter bolts hit first, a stream of green pulses ripping at its shield but the real damage was inflicted by the trio of shells that followed the first volley. Each had a mass lightening system allowing the 100-kilogram projectiles to be thrown out of its cannon like a half gram-gram pebble, allowing them to be fired at a not insignificant fraction of the speed of light and while this did cost it a good deal of Kinetic Energy they made up for it with a 150 kiloton nuclear warhead. Those three shells impacted and exploded, sending a wave of energy across its shields that crippled them letting the second and third salvo of disrupter bolts to finish the job. However, the enemy fleet launched it’s own attack against the Galland as six torpedoes flew out of there tubes.

“Incoming projectiles, mien heir,” the lieutenant said a bit tense. “PD Firing.” As he spoke, six Gattling lasers and six 25-milimeter railgun Autocannons came to life against the oncoming enemy weapons. Two of the missiles were downed by the Gattling lasers and another two fell to the explosions of proximity fused shells, but two got through and impacted the Galland’s shields.

“Shields holding at seventy five percent. Incoming energy fire.” The Lieutenant said as the enemy fleet launched a barrage of energy bolts at the Galland for a few minutes before moving apart setting themselves for evasive maneuvers. “They’re breaking formation Mien heir.”

“Continue firing on the lead ship.” Karl said as he grinned a shark’s grin as he watched the Holograms of the green winged flattened teardrop of the enemy ship Disrupter bolts flying from the enemy ship and a larger number of them impacting the enemy ship.

“Kapitän, two of the ships have just… disappeared!” the startled Lieutenant said, clearly shocked. Karl prepared to scream at him, but saw that the Holographic Representation of the two ships that were not having the living crap beaten out of them were gone.

“Did they make a Jump?”

“Nein, Mien Heir. No Subspace flash at all, they just disappeared.”

“Very well, bring the torpedo tubes to bear and inform gunnery to fire both tubes on my mark.”

“Ja, Kapitän!” the Galland began to move itself to face the remaining craft.

“Fire!”

With that, two twelve-meter long missiles erupted out of the forward tubes, gaining speed quickly as they moved in on their target rapid. The enemy ship fired off a couple of shots at the oncoming missiles but it was no use when they detonated a good two thousand kilometers away and the enemy ship was ripped apart by a torrent of x-ray lasers.

Karl grinned like a great white as the ship erupted in holes and disappeared into a colossal fireball. In the late twentieth century the Americans searching for a way to outdo the lizards in space warfare plunged over fifteen billion dollars into a radical plan to develop new type of weapon known as Project Excalliber, which allowed them to build the first Laser Warhead in 2019. When the Vulcans made contact in 2041, even they were impressed by the end result of what many people considered to be a financial waste when it was first proposed after they found out about them and dumped resources into developing there own. Those pointy eared freaks learned of the power of Laserheads after a report by some engineers they sent to evaluate earth’s military capacity. These bastards had just got quite a demonstration of the power of Human engineering.

“Kapitän!” the Lieutenant yelled a few seconds latter “Something is hap…” he was interrupted as the ship then shook as four torpedoes and a salvo of energy blasts impacted the rear port shields. “The other two ships have appeared to the port!”

“Port broadside fire!” the Captain yelled very angrily. A few seconds latter, the port disrupters and three railguns fired at the newly reviled enemy, but they did not focus on one craft in a single salvo but launched everything sporadically. They was no co-ordination, only Chaos from a quick strike with missiles at very close range. After ten seconds of this chaos, a second salvo of missiles from the enemy ships was fired. A point defense laser got one of them, but the other three hit and finished off the shields.

“We have lost shields!” an Ensign yelled in a panic.

The Captain, pointed to the hologram of one of the enemy warships “Concentrate all fire on this ship!” he yelled. Gunnery received the orders and obeyed and with it, that ship faced a full broadside. Of the sporadic assault that it faced when it re-appeared, it got two hits from railgun shells while the other ship got one. When this full broadside hit it, its shields were ripped down and it suffered major damage. The following waves of disrupter bolts made things worse. However, before the broadside hit it, it sent out another pair of torpedoes and several more disrupter bolts that slammed into the hull of the Galland doing damage and sending a shockwave that everyone aboard felt.

“Damage Report!” The Captain demanded.

“Mien Her, we have several hull breaches in sectors four, five and six, two disrupters are down, four PD turrets and so is railgun four.”

“And the enemy?”


“They’re veering off at sublight.”

“Shall we Peruse?” the Helmsman asked.

“Nein, target the other ship. We will dispose of that garbage latter.” The Remaining four disrupters of the port broadside poured fire into the remaining warship as it came about for another attack run as did a hastily loaded railgun. This fire impacted against the shields of the enemy warship and there shields flickered, but they did not fail as they launched another salvo of missiles and disrupter bolts into the wounded hull of the Galland. Two more of the Disrupters fell silent, a second railgun was rendered inoperable, many important systems inside were damaged or destroyed, cutting off a lot of the ship from power, and the captain was informed of all of these grim facts.

He sat in his chair for a few seconds before coming to his conclusion. He hit the all frequencies button on his helmet. “This is the Kapitän…” he said grimly before getting to his legs “All hands abandon Ship! Abandon ship!”

With those words seventy-three men and woman got to their feet and ran to the nearest of the pods. The corridors turned to chaos as they stampeded and pushed themselves inside in hopes of not being the last one to get to one and two people were trampled to death in this madness. One by one the pods were filled with spacers and were shot out. The only place were things were not so chaotic was in the bridge, which had the luxury of having a pod built right next to it that the bridge crew rushed into and was catapulted out. The Captain and the six other members of his crew watched as the other pods came out. Letting out a sigh of relief as each other pod left the Galland. The enemy ship then came towards the Galland and fired, which had thirty-one spacers still aboard.

On the surface of Wunderland, thousands of people looked up to the night sky and saw a sudden point of light silently come into existence, brighter than the stars, like a dim second sun, and then grow dimmer over a few seconds, finally disappearing.

Hello Zor! I want to say yours is an interesting idea to say the least, and while I'm not always thrilled with Worldwar's execution, the concept is bad ass.

I was wondering, since Tosev is devided, shoulnd't the Tosevites be much weaker than the united Romulan Star Empire? Plus, given the Nazis extremely pro-natalist stance, is the birthrate for 22nd century Europe significantly higher than America, Britian etc. Cause I think that would given them the edge in populating new worlds. Also, If I were a Tosevite, I'd find the best planet, maybe two, suited to the Lizards and offer them to them in exchange for the evacuation of Earth. I haven't read Homewardbound, but it's clear from Colonization that the Lizards by and large don't like Tosev III very much anyway. It's a cold, damp squat to them.

Anyway keep it up!