Preview: Captain Scarlett Saves Mars!
The Asimov Plan

Will the Asimov Plan save the Martian colonies?

©Copyright 2024 by Duleigh

Dedication:

To Curtis, who had faith in me and convinced me to publish my stories, and Tom, who has followed me since day one and actually got to talk to my hero, the inspiration of two of these stories - Isaac Asimov

Chapter 1

Captain Scarlett appeared on twenty billion video screens across Earth, Mars, Venus, Luna, and all orbital colonies. Ruggedly handsome with square jaw and dark wavy hair, his good looks were topped off with a dark five day beard. One could see the scar on his right cheek under the beard if you looked close enough. His Western Alliance Navy uniform was pressed perfectly, and the patch on his right eye matched his uniform.

"Today we honor the hero that not only saved Mars, but drove back the Eastern Bloc's military buildup on Mars and provided water to the three million inhabitants of the Martian Colonies," said the announcer as Ray Clark, President of Mars, stepped up to pin a medal on Western Alliance Navy Captain Alan B. Scarlett.

For his part, Alan was glad it was over. The years of planning this hair-brained scheme came to fruition, and he was able to save his home, Mars. Like all Mars born humans, Alan was easily embarrassed and when the president pinned the highest award a military man could receive, the Spacemen's Medal of Honor on him, he blushed and wished it was all over. But the pomp and ceremony were well deserved. It was the first time the Spaceman's Medal of Honor was awarded since Lieutenant Commander Gualberto Zunino led the battered Western Alliance forces against the Eastern Bloc financed pirates in the Battle of 704 Interamnia over fifty years ago. For somehow pulling off the rescue of his home world, all Alan wanted was the Martian's dream, a home next to a canal, and a boat.

His planning started decades ago, but it was last year when he presented his plan to the desperate president of Mars in a letter.

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February 12, 2156

TO: Ray Clark, President of Mars

SUBJECT: Jezero Crater

I've been following the water problems on Mars, and I have an idea that will work. I know it's been years since I lived on Mars, but it's still home to me, and you are family. The attached document lays out the detailed plan, and I've attached the chief engineer's comments. Please let me do this, Uncle Ray. I have the equipment and the people, and the funding is rolling in. I can't stand by and watch every colony on Mars shut down because of this water shortage. All I need from you is a place to work, and Jezero Crater would be perfect.

Signed: Alan Scarlett

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February 27, 2156

TO: Alan B. Scarlett, Captain, Western Alliance Navy

SUBJECT: Jezero Crater

Your plan is audacious and terrifying at the same time. It's crazy, but I think if anyone can pull it off, it would be you. I ran it through the political meat grinder, and everyone agrees, it's a million to one shot. No one has ever done anything like your plan describes and three quarters of the Martian senate says it's impossible. But as everyone knows, a million to one shot pays off nine times out of ten. Let's do it. At this point, Mars has nothing to lose and everything to gain. I'll be on Earth for colonial conferences from June first to the fifteenth. Let's get together and get the ball rolling on the Jezero Lake Project. (You name for the plan, The Azimov Plan, doesn't score well in marketing groups)

Can't wait to see you Al, it's been far too long. Will Pandora be there?

Signed: Ray Clark, President of Mars

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NSS Glenn September 30, 2156

Equatorial Atlantic Ocean

Lieutenant Scott Anders, call sign Fleagle, was late to his pre-flight. The mission briefing for a simple hop to Armstrong Station at Lunar Lagrange point One went on longer than normal. The Navy wanted to ensure that Fleagle got his VIP, Very Important Passenger, to Armstrong safe and on time. After suiting up in Life Support section, Fleagle stepped out onto the deck of the NSS Glenn, the first (and finest) Western Alliance Navy spacecraft carrier.

The launch window was an hour wide, and didn't open for another 30 minutes, giving him plenty of time to do a preflight inspection on his U-700 series lunar shuttle. Along with his flight engineer Master Chief Petty Officer Carl White, Scott Anders, and Spacecraft Boatswain's Mate (Launch) AB3, Sandra Magnus started the preflight check on the Air/Space craft before his VIP arrived and got in his way.

Landing gear, wings, fins, stabs, heat shields, solar panels all check good. Access panels closed, fuel probes removed, oxygen is being loaded, the exterior is ready. He noticed some red shirt "Ordies" up on the backbone. As far as Scott knows, the U-700 doesn't have a weapons system, so why were ordnance men up on the backbone? He entered the access hatch way down almost under the plane and climbed the ladder behind the engineer's and navigator's positions to the upper deck, where he closed the ladder hatch.

The ladder came up in the kitchen area and he made sure there were rations for three and coffee for six (that's how it usually works out on shuttle flights) then worked his way forward. The U-700 had eight seats on the upper deck, six passengers, pilot, and co-pilot. On this hop, there was no co-pilot or navigator on the schedule which cut down on weight.

He moved forward, then realized there was someone in the co-pilot seat. He looked and Lieutenant Anders saw his VIP sitting in the right-hand seat waiting for him.

Jet black hair with a touch of gray at the temples, steel hard square jaw, straight nose, black eyepatch on the right eye, bright, piercing blue left eye. There was a scar that ran down his forehead, under his patch, and continued to his cheek. The savior of the Luna 03 colony, commander of the outnumbered but victorious Western Alliance Space Forces in the battle of Lagrange 4, first Mars born colonist to rise to the command ranks in the Western Alliance Navy, first pilot to make the Terra-Luna run in under 24 hours, first spaceman to land on all four inner planets… the list of Captain Alan Scarlett's accomplishments along with those of his squadron, the Strike Force Berserkers, the best pilots in the solar system, was unfathomable.

Captain Scarlett looked up from his reading and said, "Permission to come aboard, sir?" His baritone voice was strong but just loud enough to be heard above the shrieking support equipment as oxygen was pumped aboard the U-700.

"P-p-permission granted," said Anders, then he climbed into the pilot's seat.

"I hope this isn't inconvenient for you," said Captain Scarlett, regarding his sitting in the co-pilot seat. "The boys who helped me aboard said it wouldn't be a bother." It would be more accurate to say that Captain Scarlett was carried and lifted aboard rather than helped aboard. He was sure he would be ok when he got to the weightlessness of space.

"No, that's fine, sir. Wherever you are more comfortable."

As Lieutenant Anders went over the pre-flight check of the instruments, a ground troop climbed the ladder to the right side cockpit and placed a helmet on Captain Scarlett and connected his suit to life support. A click of a switch and the magnetic latches built into Captain Scarlett's space suit locked onto the ejection seat of the U-700. Western Alliance Navy space suits had built-in seat belts. As all of this happened, Captain Scarlett calmly read his classified mission brief, The Asimov Plan. He liked that name better than the Jezero Lake Project, but Uncle Ray gets what Mars wants.

Now the pre-launch checks began. Out on the deck, the plane captain read off the engine start checklist, and Lieutenant Anders verified the switch positions.

"Primary Solar Panels stowed and locked…"

"Stowed… locked…"

"ACG off."

"ACG to… off."

"VHF antenna retracted and locked…"

"Retracted… locked."

"C and D Actuator safe and sealed…"

"C and D… C and D…" Lieutenant Anders looked around for the nob, lever, dial, or switch for the C and D Actuator. He knew where it was, but he didn't know what it was for. He was always told, "it's for future use." Scott Anders checked that switch a hundred times, but for some reason today he's unable to find it. Without looking up from his mission brief, Captain Scarlett reached out with his left hand and pointed to a three-position switch on the pilot's lower right-hand console. The switch had a safety cover and today the cover was sealed with wire and sealed closed with a crimped lead seal. The lieutenant had never seen that before. "C and D Actuator safe and sealed," said Lieutenant Anders.

"That does it, we're ready to go. Coming aboard," said the plane captain and flight engineer, Master Chief Petty Officer Carl White. He crawled into the lower access hatch, sealed the hatch, then took his seat in the lower engineering compartment. Chief White has a doctorate in Spacecraft Engineering and Propulsion from the prestigious Belgian Institute of Technology, but has turned down every commission he was offered. He wanted to "keep his hands dirty" by working directly on the spacecraft. He squeezed into the engineer's seat, put on his helmet and locked his suit in place, then rotated around to view his control board. "Greyhound Zero One is configured for flight, Lieutenant."

Captain Scarlett wanted Carl White on his team. In fact, he scheduled himself on this flight to observe Carl in action and recruit him or kidnap him, whichever was most effective. An engineer like Carl was essential for the Asimov Plan to work.

"Thank you master chief," said Lieutenant Anders, then he got on the radio. "NSS Glenn Space Boss, this is Greyhound Zero One. Pre-flight checks are complete, we are ready whenever you are."

"Roger Greyhound Zero One, stand by." A moment later a small truck and several sailors ducked under the nose of the U-700 and connected a towbar to the nose wheel and the little truck pulled the orbital shuttle forward, centering the spacecraft on the flight deck, then it pushed it back until the six-wheel trucks of the main landing gear were at the very edge of the deck and between the clamps. Those clamps grabbed the landing gear, holding the U-700 steady. The flight deck team made one last inspection of the underside of Greyhound Zero One, then disconnected the tow bar and headed back to the Island. The flight deck supervisor gave Lieutenant Anders a sharp salute, then pointed to the bow and dashed off.

As the push truck and the sailors dashed into a garage at the base of the island tower, alarm horns began blaring. Water in the ballast tanks began shifting aft in the enormous ship. The main aft ballast tanks began sucking in hundreds of gallons of sea water and slowly, as the alarms blared, the bow of the massive NSS Glenn rose into the sky. Deliberately, the stern of the massive flat top lowered until the flight deck was just a meter above the roiling surface of the ocean. The flight deck was now sitting at an angle, pointing upward at 35 degrees. "Greyhound Zero One, the deck is clear. You are go for engine start."

"Roger Glenn space boss. Starting engines one through four now," answered Lieutenant Anders. Then to the plane captain down in engineering he said, "Let's wake 'em up master chief."