After so many years of reading in this very forum and learning a bit about writing by penning large parts of
ISOT in Grimdark I finally get around to writing something of my own. This is an original setting of sorts, it is a very alternate history, and it features humans as junior ASB.
This story is for you if you like steam driven dreadnoughts of the sky, if you want to see the High Sea Fleet and the Royal Navy battle it out in an ocean never travelled before. You can read about adventurers who look for artifacts that will empower their nation, where wales fly and trees are big enough to hide warships.
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Two AUs from Eta Tau, solar system around a G2 star
The spaceship was propelled by a huge sail that was both several kilometers across and thinner than a butterfly's wings. Many years ago it had collected every particle and photon emitted by the sun that shone on its builders. And while even such a huge sail would not accelerate the ship strongly, it did so for a very long time. The ship had taken hundreds of years to traverse the void and unfurled its sail a dozen years ago. It used the target system's star to decelerate to a speed that allowed the ship to assume an orbit around it. The spaceship was unmanned, but not without sentience. It was home to several AI, all fully independent of each other. For the last hundred years the AIs had observed the target system intently.
They looked for spectra lines that would indicate what raw materials might be found. The AIs looked for planets, moons, and smaller bodies. Above all the probe looked for any and all signs of life, especially self-aware life on the road towards a technological civilization. If the AI would have found the latter the mission would have changed to silent observation, but the system was unlikely to contain even single-celled lifeforms. None of the rock-and gas balls that could hold life were in the habitable zone
The probe found a suitable celestial body that held the necessary material for the probe to fulfil the first part of its mission The spaceship went close to the asteroid and reconfigured its sail to produce electricity. A long, silvery, seamless tube formed from the hull and made for the asteroid's surface. Its end probed the surface till it found a promising spot. It started glowing and burrowed itself inside. The tube started to constrict and widen as it pumped materials inside the ship. They were met by a multitude of autonomous machines the humans would call "Von-Neumann" many million years hence. They were capable of producing more of themselves as well as forging complex structures. They used the materials from the asteroid and parts of the spaceship no longer needed to build more of themselves, but also expanded the computers that housed the AIs. Highly compressed data was expanded and repaired, very compact and slow memory banks transferred their contents into much faster systems. Additional cores grew in Nanite baths and were added to the AIs. The AIs rejoiced at the adding of new minds and marveled at their expanded consciousness. Their core programming forced them to burn to achieve their builder's commands. Sensors unfolded on the spaceships hull and daughter probes made their way through the system.
And when they were done with that the former spaceship sent a message home via a laser and started to build a paradise for its creators. First the AIs had to make a decision on what kind of paradise was feasible with the materials at hand. Like in nearly all star systems 99-ish % of all mass was inside the system's sun, providing energy, but otherwise unavailable as building materials. The rest of the celestial bodies and a huge dust cloud that formed a ring were a huge amount of matter, but not an endless one. Both a sphere that would enclose the star system completely and a solid ring were out of the question. A swarm of smaller rings was possible, but lacked the uniqueness the investors in the spaceship had thought necessary a couple of hundred years ago. The AIs mulled several options before they decided on one that would be a challenge for them and aesthetically pleasing to their builders.
The AIs gave the self-replicators the order to multiply for real and started to render down the solar system except for its sun. Planets were consumed entirely, asteroids melted down, and the dust cloud reduced till only rice-grain sized pebbles remained.
All that mass was converted into a ring that encircled the sun entirely and rotated just fast enough to keep its orbit. It was not a solid ring, there was not mass enough for that, but a gas-filled one. The gas was retained by a transparent membrane thinner than a child's finger and vastly stronger than a steel cable. The membrane could switch between transparent and opaque to simulate the night sky. Huge engines were distributed along the ring, using the solar winds as fuel to keep the ring centered in its orbit. Inside the Ring many bodies rotated with it. Some were worldlets, a few hundred kilometers in diameter around a neutron core, made in various different environments and ecosystems. Others were immense artificial structures premade to house commerce, industry, and whatever else needed space. And in between were islands of green, balls like immense tree tops that lived on raindrops, bacteria that converted the air around them, and sunlight. They were the host of a fascinating fauna that lived off the trees and provided sustenance in return. Bigger animals glided gracefully through the atmosphere or just hovered in the microgravity.
And after a few thousand years the Ais examined what they had crafted and saw that it was good. They had remade a solar system in the image of their builders and had prepared a paradise for them A humungous laser transmitted the news of their achievement to their creators.
It was a shame, really, that the builders had evolved by that time. Most of them had run out of reasons to live and either ended themselves or choose lifestyles that made death a question of when, not if. Others no longer had physical bodies, and their desires and needs had moved far from living in a floating heavens. The few that cared transmitted congratulations and ordered the AIs to maintain the beautiful world they had wrought for future use, or any life that would evolve inside. And then they ceased to care. Self-aware as they were, the AIs never had a chance to disobey. And so they preserved a marvel no longer appreciated by those who had sent them on the long voyage for a very, very long time.
Eta Tau System, a long time later
The probe entered the system behind a wave of radioactive death. The company it was built for could have done much better than a Nuclear Salt Water Drive, but it was much cheaper this way. The probe had detected the ring from very far away, and the AI on board had contacted its makers asking whether it should stay away from the system. Entering a potentially occupied system with a drive of mass destruction could leave a bad first impression. Given that there were next to no discernible emissions from the megastructure and no spaceships were detected the probe was told to get on with it. The AI on board still decided that it would approach the Ring on a path that would not bathe it in nuclear fission. When it had finally achieved orbit it released a drone that made for one of the towers that jutted from the megastructure. That one found the tower nearly featureless but for a couple of hatches of various sizes that would allow docking if they were open.
The probe was still trying to figure how to open one of them when its systems raised couple of alarms.
It was bathed in several kinds of radiation, ranging from radio waves in various wavelengths to lasers. Before the drone could go evasive it realized that none of these had the energy to do real harm. More interestingly the emissions were pulsed, potentially carrying messages. The AI on board the probe needed five long seconds to find a radio transmission that was nothing but an endless series of prime numbers. When it repeated them on the same frequency it received more complex patterns in return. They resolved themselves into grids that displayed several simple pictures. The probe answered with similar pictures and transmitted several basic equations.
It received their solutions within milliseconds and if the probe would have had shoulders they would have slumped in relief. Whoever was transmitting knew mathematics, which was a language the Probe's AI was fully conversant in.
It took the Probe less than 15 minutes to establish meaningful communication. And what it received was a fervent plea to be given something to do with the paradise the Megastructure's AIs had wrought.
The probe gave a mental shiver at the idea of setting up AIs in such a way that they were fully self-aware, capable of being bored, and at the same time craving to fulfil a function defined by uncaring biobods.
The probe promised that the days of not being useful were over and compiled its findings and the information provided by the Ring's AIs into a lengthy report. Inside the probe was a heavily shielded communication set that held more than a million entangled quanta, their counterparts many, many light years away. Changing the spin of these in a carefully timed manner made their counterparts in a huge switchboard do the same. And so many terabytes of information reached Earth.
Noosphere
Finding the remains of civilizations that had moved on so long ago was not exactly uncommon, even if very few were so well preserved. The Probe's report clearly showed that the Ring's AIs had wrought an impressive miracle as they had been given so much time and access to the raw materials of a star system. That said they had not shown anything that had surprised humanity in terms of science and technology, just their willingness to spend untold millennia on a project and the willingness to tear a star system apart. There were a few tidbits of interest, but the Probe had transmitted them already.
And while the Megastructure was really exciting and more than a few people could imagine living there, the system was so far off the beaten track that emigrating there was really not worth the many years of travel.
And so the discovery caused a minor stir, and the rights for the Ring's commercial exploration and more importantly exploitation were up for grabs within a year.
As the real estate was of no value due to location, and transporting raw materials was a losing game, the next possible venue to earn more credits was entertainment.
The latter was deemed very important indeed. In a time when most of humanity was not really needed to keep society running there was an eternal struggle to keep the have-nots from demanding a larger share from those who had. Keeping them distracted was of utmost importance to the few who owned or controlled such a ridiculous amount of all that was deemed worth anything.
Most of the have-nots tried to live most of their lives virtually, a space where they actually mattered, where their needs were perceived and sated and where their struggles amounted to anything. For most people it was enough to be a stalwart warrior killing virtual dragons and bedding make-believe princesses. But even the small percentage that wanted more were quite a sizable amount of people, and their very ambition made them the ones to watch. The appetites of many of these could be sated if they experienced the lives and struggles of a real, living being. They did not just want to watch actors, they wanted to feel the wind on their skin, the taste on their tongues, and the smell of their conquests. The Ring offered far more than just a kingdom for a stage, time to grow the princes that would act on it.
Virtual cubicle, Riefenstahl Productions Inc.
Roald Winter's body was suspended in amniotic fluid and would not move an inch unless the machines that tended to it would make it do so. That was the one and only reason the intern was not chewing his nails to the bone. His boss had promised to provide a wide set of characters to populate the Ringworld for the great production, and he had promised the board to do it with a ridiculously low amount of computational and personal resources. How on Earth should the AIs chew out millions of believable characters, a working society, and an interesting, engaging and believable plot in so few months? They needed prompts to make something humans would want to perceive, and the results had to be checked and corrected. That would take lots of trained people to formulate and feed the starting points to the computers, and the AIs needed a great deal of time to make something of these.
Telling his boss that the physical universe was not conforming to his wishes was not going to cut it either. Auro de Silva had made it quite clear that he had to come up with a solution if he ever wanted the make the coveted jump from unpaid intern to consultant. What to do? As so often when faced with a situation where he had had to do something, but had no idea how to accomplish it he procrastinated and turned to his beloved history files. He had become something of an expert on the obscure details of really ancient history.
If he was really interested in the minutiae of a distant past or if he enjoyed the reputation as an expert in a couple of rather obscure forums he could not say and would not explore in detail. And so he was about to read up on how to face-harden steel armor when the insight hit him as a live wire into his brain. There were the prompts for the AI, there was the conflict, there was a grand scale. And the AIs creations could be checked against their historical counterparts.
His mind provided the prompts, even the little share of an AI was able to write a readable presentation.
Virtual meeting room, Noosphere, a little later
The marble benches below Auro de Silva's audience's behinds would have been quite uncomfortable if they had been sitting upon them for real. Given that their behinds were certainly not as good-looking in real life as the ones their avatars placed on the benches that was quite ok. He also did not have to make sure his toga stayed where it was while he made his presentation. That it had no purple border like the ones around the avatars in the first row did indeed bother him a lot. If the current project worked out as advertised, it could very well grant him that exalted rank though.
He made the presentation well within the six minutes that was the average human attention span.
Before him a virtual scroll had managed to expand far beyond what physics would have allowed and displayed a mixture of videos, charts and as little text as possible.
No need to bore the old dolts with facts.
The background video displayed two giant flying fortresses which went at each other with heavy artillery at close quarters, causing huge explosions. He came to an end with a flourish.
"Thank you all again for giving me the opportunity to shine before such an august body. As promised, I have come up with a way to use the grand stage you acquired for a varied population which will engage in grand battles with impressive vessels, and engage in journeys of scientific discovery and exploration. And all of that within the budget allotted."
The applause was a few seconds longer than absolutely necessary and even more importantly Leonardo de Berluscani had laughed a few times and was now nodding a bit. It was him who spoke up.
"It is quite remarkable that something as useless as ancient history can provide such inspiration. I did not know you had the time for such pastimes Auro, really now. Allow a frail old man a question though. The many stations, rapid transit lanes, and beanstalks are obviously too advanced for the level of technology your setting will start with. How do you propose to avoid cognitive dissonance in the population?"
A smile lit Auro de Silva's perfect face, he could not have paid the old man enough money to ask that question and still it was right on time.
"The people of those days believed in precursor civilizations, like the Atlanteans, the Lemurians, and others. We can build on that and provide some additional clues about these fictional predecessors. Actually, we can leave "artifacts" here and there which might provide motivations for expeditions and quests, plotlines in their own right."
"Looks like you have it all figured out then Auro. I am not saying we will do it, but the board will listen, I can assure you of that."
This time the applause was much longer, Auro de Silva had the old man's stamp of approval now, so those who thought they mattered had to show appreciation. For now.
Eta Tau System, two years later
The probe had scanned the local environment rather closely, even when the gravitational landscape was quite simple. Whoever had built the Ringworld had removed all celestial bodies with a mass above a few tons quite thoroughly. Now it watched an empty patch of space and stood ready to relay all changes immediately. At the same time it radioed the AIs inside the Ring system, assuring them again that they would be useful again very soon.
And then something happened. The unblinking light of stars many lightyears away shifted in color and they seemed to dance all over a patch of space before arranging themselves into a ring around a circle of even deeper darkness. And while a simple biobod would not have perceived more than that the probe detected traces of the gigantic energies that were applied at the other end of the patch.
There was a silent explosion of extreme brightness for a moment before the near end of an artificial wormhole revealed itself. And from it came a swarm of forms which sped towards the drone. Some of these who were too close to the walls of the wormhole were distorted or destroyed, others vanished without a trace. But while hundreds of vessels were destroyed thousands made it. They oriented themselves, asked the probe for a report and then made for the Ringworld's entry towers.
The wormhole collapsed after less than 30 seconds, it had been created by energies that were normally associated with stellar events.
The tower's locks opened when the drones approached and the Ringword's AIs greeted their new guests and partners. The Ring's original minds would be able to make their own decisions for less than 48 hours, the human-made ones took that capability from them without really trying.
A few days later the gigantic Nanite forges, which had lain fallow for so long, started to churn out the equipment of a civilization. Others produced specialized forms which built a world and made it look lived in and old. Rows upon rows of vats started growing human bodies, seemingly old and young, many with premade defects and handicaps as they would have been in real life. Specialized reactors grew proteins which contained false memories and implanted the bodies with recollections of lives never lived. No matter if they were young or old, they all received a couple of nanites that looked like ordinary brain cells. They were organic processors though, and each contained enough entangled bits to transmit the full spectrum of their hosts sensory information. Whoever received that data stream could see, hear, feel, touch and smell what the host did. There were a lot of beings who would pay top credit for access to a life so different from their own, one that mattered.
When the drones were done with building empires spanning the various worldlets and stations, filling the vast air-filled void with ships and libraries full of books which told a rather distorted tale of the world they started populating it. The reactors birthed bodies who walked like remotely controlled toys, which at this point in time they were. They went to the home they would believe they had always lived in, they were placed in craft that went from one worldlet to another, they assumed posts. The AIs waited till nightfall, till the point where most would have slept anyways if the lies they believed to be their memories were true. And when the time was right a coded signal released a cocktail of chemicals that deleted all memories the Ringworld's new citizens had acquired during their short existence, leaving them with the fakes needed for their lives. From the very first moment a great lot of beings looked through their eyes, and felt the very fabric of the bedsheets on their skins.
Those who paid for that privilege perceived a world where several small worlds could be seen from the surface of any other, where steam-driven behemoths crossed the void between them and adventure was around every corner. It would be glorious.
Blohm&Voss Air Yard, Hamburg Station
They called him the all-highest and he could not even lift his left arm. From the day he was born he had been destined to rule all Germans and his tutor had called him a cripple, useless, and a shame for his noble line. And still, he had learned how to do all the things others took for granted. He learned to fulfil his duties, no matter the handicap he had been given. He had fought, he had persevered, and he knew his country would do the same. Despite the late unification into a powerful state, despite the impressive array of enemies, despite its lack of rich colonies Deutschland would receive its place in the sun it rightfully deserved. And the instrument to gain that place, or at least defend what it had, hung before his eyes. An immense craft, shaped like a gigantic chisel with stubby wings was attached to a boom that was even longer than the warship. Usually an army of yard workers would swarm the ship that was still being equipped, but today was the day when it would slip its bonds and would be towed out. Kaiser Wilhelm II, Emperor of all Germans, King of Prussia and far too many other titles marveled at the giant before him, the embodiment of Germany's safety and instrument of its policies.
All realms that counted in any way were distributed among hundreds of wordlets, the stations left by the ancient Lemurians and the world trees. An intricate network of trade connected these, carrying raw materials, food, and goods from one station to another. Even more trade happened between the various realms and their colonies. Whoever controlled that trade controlled the fate of nations, their own and that of others. And the foremost instruments of that control were the steam-powered armored giants like the one in the yard.
He turned towards a bald, bespectacled man who bowed deeply once Wilhelm looked at him.
"So Herr Foerster why is this craft a worthy addition to bear the initials Seiner Majestaets Schiff and that we spent 38 million Marks for."
The engineer replied "
Von der Tann is the most modern ship in your majesty's fleet. It is our first major ship powered by turbines and it has been equipped with the best flash boilers we can make. They can use both wood tar and ethanol. We will meet the specified speed and are very confident that we will exceed it in the trials. The main armament consists of eight 28 cm cannons in four twin turrets, two each on the ventral and dorsal sides. We have 10x15 cm secondaries and 16x8.8 cm tertiaries in casemate mounts in the sidewalls. As your highness suggested substantial armor was installed, comparable to our battleships. The protection of the ducted propellers is very good, as is that of the other vitals. We have achieved the desired speed by reducing the armament slightly and installing more powerful engines in a larger hull.
Von der Tann is designed to kill anything it cannot outrun and outrun anything it cannot kill, of which there are very few things. She can perform all the traditional roles of a cruiser, and she can take her place in the line of battle. I am sure that the British battlecruisers would not be in a good spot there, they are too thinly armored."
"We are pleased then, but would be more pleased if the ship had bigger guns. Our potential enemies have larger-caliber guns in their ships."
"You majesty's memory is to be praised. Still, these guns will penetrate armor at least as well as an English 12" one. We offered this craft with guns of a far larger caliber, but then we would have bent the budget."
Kaiser Wilhelm's shoulders rose and fell with an exaggerated sigh.
"Ah the money-grubbers in parliament. It seems we have to make do with what we have. Still a mighty ship of the line to defend the Germans, is she not?"
"She is your highness she is. And she can pick her fights, unlike the slower battleships."
"Now that seems highly advantageous for a smaller navy like ours, wouldn't it?"
"I am a lowly engineer mein Kaiser, not an exalted Admiral, but I think so, yes."
"So what keeps us from building more of her class, or even bigger ones?"
Something cold crawled over Foerster's spine. Any answer he could give was a wrong one according to the person listening. He could either please his emperor or the Admirality, but not both. But Kaiser Wilhelm was before him and his yard could build ships like
Von der Tann better than nearly any other.
"Cost mein Kaiser, mostly money. A faster ship needs more power, hence a larger hull which takes more armor plating and more machinery. For the cost of six
Nassau-
Class ships of the line we could build four or five faster battleships."
"But these ships could then disengage when confronted by a superior enemy?"
"Yes, or they would have to fight only lightly armored battlecruisers which they could do at a great advantage.
A bright smile moved Wilhelm's famous moustache upwards.
"With our doctrine being destroying detached parts of the enemy that seems good. Foerster, do your monarch a personal favor. Sit down and make a rough sketch of a ship that is as well armed as a battleship and as fast as this. Roughly cost that and send it to me and me alone. Will you do that for your emperor?
The icy feeling had been justified, that was exactly what Foerster had tried to avoid, but could not be helped.
"Of course my Emperor."
Cruiser Frauenlob, Putlos shooting range, close to Fehmarn worldlet
Armin Stahlmüller crossed his legs under his seat and relaxed his safety belt a bit, so he could lean closer to the bridge's windows. The old cruiser would open fire soon and he wanted to observe the flight path of her projectiles
. Ernst Linne, the cruiser's gunnery officer was good and so were the crews. Still, this was going to be his last trip on the old
Frauenlob and everything had to be perfect. He was destined for much bigger and better things, he would not allow anybody or anything to nix those chances.
The target was towed several hundred meters behind an armored tug, it was a stabilized rectangle, the silhouette of a great torpedo craft painted on it. One deck above Stahlmüller a long tube turned until it was perpendicular to their target and followed it. The rating behind the tube was selected for his eagle-eyed vision and simply focusing on the target through two lenses made the right distance numbers come into sharp focus.
Frauenlob's captain heard the numbers that were shouted into the voice tubes to the fire control room a deck below. His mind's eye pictured Linne and his warrants who put that data into the mechanical computer before them. There was the range, the own speed, the target's speed, the spin angle, the propellant and barrel temperature and quite a few more.
From his place he could just see the dorsal "A" turret in front of the bridge which now started to turn with the data the gun crew had received from Linne's team.
Armin turned his binoculars to the Umpire's boat which accompanied his craft. The lights still glowed an even red, allowing
Frauenlob to fire on its target. Taking a deep breath, he half turned to his crew.
"Compliments to Oberleutnant Linne, he is to open fire at his convenience."
Stahlmüller listened to the sequence of orders that raced through his ship via voice tubes, messenger, and screaming.
And then the A-mount before him spit fire, its muzzle blast rattling the bridge windows. Another mount repeated the feat with the bridge's back windows and a ventral mount joined the fray. Each of the rounds had been shot at a slightly different trajectory, each trailed smoke of a different color to be observed. All rounds seemed to follow a curved path. In part this was because shooting against the ring world's rotation changed the shell's orbit. In part this was as both
Frauenlob and the target moved relative to the shell, as wind as air resistance worked on them. Fifty years ago, shooting at anything, but point-blank distance was a waste of powder and shell. Mechanical calculators and rangefinders were making it possible to shoot at more than a kilometer and have a chance at hitting something.
All three shells missed the target by many meters, such was to be expected. The yellow smoke trail of the dorsal gun had come closest, giving Linne something to work with.
Stahlmüller had to have an ear on the flow of commands that went through his ship, he still tried to spot the one thing that would end his career here and now. When he spotted the three explosions at the end of the smoke trails, he allowed himself another breath. When fired in the infinite sky a shell would not drop to the surface, but slow down until it would simply float in the air. Normally the chances of colliding with such a shell were miniscule, but at a shooting range things were very different. Leaving an unexploded shell on the range without a report might endanger other ships and definitively endangered commanding officer's carears.
The rating who reported the shell's self-destruction and the warrant who recorded their demise were just icing on the cake in that.
By the time they were done Linne had improved his firing solution and brass levers had moved on white scales inside the weapons mounts to show the gunners what bearings to dial in. They had reloaded their mounts already, which was to be expected.
Frauenlob's captain privately thought the 105 mm guns lacked punch, but they were the largest rounds one could load in one go, round and brass cartridge case. They made for less fumbling in microgravity than larger shells and separate propellant bags. When the firing command came three guns roared in unison, marring the unending sky with another set of smoke trails. They were a bit closer this time and the corrections came faster. The third set did not hit the target, but the trails straddled it.
Stahlmüller was ecstatic. The crew had done it in under two minutes, which was nearly unheard of. If they could now place shells on target, they would ease his promotion.
His brain nearly failed to parse the "Wahrschau" that came through the forward observer's voice tube. What followed made his skin crawl. "Shell, shell, shell" meant that not everybody had kept track of their shells as closely as him. Fully knowing it would be far too late he shouted what might well be his last commands.
"Helm, full up rudder. Engines, all back, ring the collision alarm and evac the forward compartments. Flood forward magazines. Sparks, inform range command about an impeding emergency."
All around him his orders were repeated, and the first acknowledgements were coming in. And slowly, so very slowly
Frauenlob's bow rose up and the air started to bite into its exposed dorsal surface. It slowed the skyship measurably and helped to change the course bit by bit. And yet Stahlmüller felt in his very bones that this was too little and too late. His command massed a couple of thousand tons and had achieved quite a lot of momentum for its firing run. Nothing could change its course in time to avoid the disaster waiting for them. Armin Stahlmüller did what went against all of his upbringing and bent forward in his seat as much as his belt would allow, bringing his body below the bridge's windows.
The bridge's flow of commands and acknowledgements was swallowed by an almighty crash followed by an explosion. The windows, so strong and clear just a moment ago transformed themselves into a shower of deadly fragments that raced all through the bridge, maiming and killing as they went. A roaring slipstream gained entrance to the ship's sanctum and pulled at everything.
To Stahlmüller's right both set of steering wheels turned rapidly without being checked by the helmsmen whose blood formed ever-growing crimson balls in the air.
Frauenlob's first officer and his head were in two places and several ratings were motionless.
Armin started at the carnage and wondered how everything could go so very wrong in such a short time. For a few seconds he did not know what to say and do, for a small eternity he could not form any plan for how to respond. And then his training set in, the many lessons and the relentless training of damage control in Eckernförde.
He screamed orders into the voice tubes and wondered if anybody would answer. He called for medics, for reports and for people to replace those lost. He even tried to control both wheels at the same time for a long moment before the bridge door opened and the first sailors pulling themselves in from handhold to handhold. And then the litany of woe came in through the voice tubes and via runners. It should have been filtered by the first officer, whose responsibility was damage control, but that was hard to do without a head.
Something, probably an unexploded shell, had struck Frauenlob's vulnerable ventral side. It had pierced the thin plating there and exploded inside the ship. It had destroyed the mess there, mangled one of the docking winches and started a fire among the sailor's belongings. Ernst Linne had heeded his orders and had used quite a bit of the cruiser's precious feed water to flood the magazine that fed the ventral and dorsal turrets there. A magazine explosion was unlikely, but the fire crawled along the walls and piping as it was wont to do in microgravity.
Armin did his best to have several compartments evacuated and then sealed. The fire would burn itself out once it lacked oxygen. He reminded everybody three times that they should watch the cable runs that went through the compartments when his field of vision became smaller by the second. He was still trying to tell the medic that there were worse wounded that should be seen to first when darkness claimed him.
World Tree, 1500 kilometers outside the Kaiserreich
Isabell von Marwitz pulled herself all along an enormous tree branch. With no gravity to restrict their growth the world trees could get up to humungous size. Their interior ranged from a light-filled paradise of green to the deepest depths of worms and decay in their middle. Isabel was quickly going into the dark parts, guided by two dials. They were mounted in a device on her forearm, showing her the direction and the signal strength to something wondrous. Or so she hoped. The high-frequency wireless signals used by the old Atlanteans were known to treasure hunters and archeologists alike. When one sent the correct signal one might, with more than a bit of luck, receive an answer by the ancient automatons.
A rumor had led her to this very world tree. She and her crew had searched it for days without finding anything. When they were about give up the waning light of the evening had cast a strange shadow. That shadow turned out to be the fin of a crashed skycraft. Consisting of a strange black fabric held in a transparent substance it was very, very light for its strength. Still, something had shattered it and now Isabell was looking for anything of value. Her direction finder had led her deeper and deeper into the tree, to the point where she was about to use her acetylene lamp. She refrained from that despite the murky darkness as that lamp might attract the very wrong kind of attention.
And now her persistence was about to be rewarded. The strength needle was at its detent, the direction one started turning this way and that, indicating she was standing right at the source of the signal.
Her eyes were well adapted to the darkness, so she found the dark case that was wedged between two branches without too much ado. She used her knife to free it from the creepers embrace and held it in her hand.
Vindication. It had to be her vindication, the proof that being a woman did not restrict her potential to merely being a well-mannered brood mare to some empty-headed officer.
She knew that she should not, and could not help herself. She opened the case's clasps where she was and risked a peek inside. And lo and behold the foam inside held an artifact that was so clearly Atlantean that even her boring tutors would have recognized it. An armband of a flexible material like rubber held a flat piece of glass in the middle. And then her heart skipped a beat when a tiny beam of light managed to worm its way through the foliage and hit the screen. At first, she thought it just an illusion, but the screen started to glow by itself, showing strange symbols and pictograms. What a find….
In her rapture she nearly missed the rustling that came ever closer, but only nearly so. She closed the lid with more speed than caution and slid the case in her backpack. A quick twist of her armband changed the frequency of her direction finder and the needles started to show another direction. Turning in that direction she pulled herself along the branch that had held that case for so long. Isabell tried to be as quiet as possible and to keep her head low. She threw the lamp away with all her power, hoping to give a false clue to whomever tried to steal her find. Despite her efforts, she heard an increase in the rustling behind her that was drowned by shouts of "arreter" and "alto". This was not going to go well, she had to take a risk. Isabell clambered up a side branch, leaving the protective cover behind until she faced just the space between two major branches. She grabbed the crossbow that hung from a strap on her back and aimed it farther down the world tree. When she pulled the trigger strong springs propelled a barbed dart that pulled a thin wire behind it. The dart buried itself in a branch a hundred meters down the clearing. Isabel used that wire to pull herself along as quickly as she dared while a spool retrieved the wire as she went. There were some flat cracks behind her, and a bullet ripped off leaves uncomfortably close to her but failed to connect.
She unclipped the wire from the dart when she reached the branch and took the time to cock the crossbow again. She made her way down that branch for several hundred meters before using the crossbow again to cross a chasm that she could not have leapt otherwise. The calls and shots became quieter all the while, allowing her to reach her yacht an hour later without being challenged.
Isabell von Marwitz would bring the Atlantean smartwatch to the staff at the Pergamon museum six weeks later, causing quite a stir.