drone command by mike maden

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SIX MILES DUE WEST OF THE SENKAKU/ DIAOYU ISLANDS

EAST CHINA SEA

1 MAY, 2017

T he bloodred flag with the five golden stars snapped in the crisp morn-ing breeze. The national flag of the Peoples Republic of China was one of three held high by the naval honor guard, along with the flags of the Peoples Liberation Army Navy (PLAN) and the East Sea Fleet com-mander, Admiral Ji Dongsheng.

Two hundred Chinese PLAN officers and sailors stood at rigid attention on the fantail of the seventy- five- hundred- ton guided- missile destroyer Kunming, its ASW helicopter stowed away in the hangar for the occasion. The ships skilled helmsman fought to stay in place as the vessel rose and fell in the long swells.

Admiral Jis commanding voice cut through the buffeting wind. The handpicked crew stood proudly before him at rigid attention in their starched white uniforms and broad Soviet- style caps. The admirals thick neck, powerful jaw, and broad nose had earned him the nickname Bull-dog behind his muscular back. A shrouded object stood just behind him.

A thousand years ago our ancestors crossed the oceans of the world. We are not becoming a new navy, as the Westerners believe; we are the worlds oldest and greatest navy, reclaiming our lost heritage, reclaiming our lost territories, reclaiming the vast resources of our waters from the thieving hands that stole it. We are the guardians of the blue soil of our homeland and will defend it with our blood and our honor.

Today is a great day. Today we lay claim to that which was always

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rightfully ours. Someday you will tell your grandchildren and your great- grandchildren that you were here this day, on this ship beneath our glori-ous flag, taking another step in the long march toward our rightful destiny, our rightful place under the sun.

The admiral paused for effect, surveying the proud young faces before him. He twisted around and whipped off the linen shroud behind him. An engraved white- marble stele gleamed in the bright sun, thick and rectangular like a giant headstone. Admiral Ji nodded to four mus-cled sailors. They marched forward in lockstep and lifted the heavy stone off of the fantail and heaved it into the rolling blue water in a geysering splash.

The admiral shouted out the words from the national anthem, Arise! All who refuse to be slaves! Let our flesh and blood become our new Great Wall!

The officers and crew shouted and cheered as they pushed forward tothe end of the fantail, but the marble stele had already sunk beneath the waves.

Jis weathered eyes caught a speck of gray in the faultless blue sky far above. A drone.

He smiled.And so it begins.

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ON BOARD THE JAPANESE SUBMARINE

KENRYU (SWORD DRAGON)

EAST CHINA SEA

1 MAY, 2017

I can even see the admirals gleaming brass buttons.Commander Hiroshi Onizuka had his eyes glued to the crystal- clear HD flat- panel display. A Sandia Multimodal Volant drone fed its images directly into his control console. Pearce Systems had just developed the integrated drone and sensor system, and installed it on the Sword Dragon for testing. Onizuka preferred his beloved periscope, but he was impressed with the expanded capabilities of the new electro- optical sensors in the photonics mast married to the far- ranging surveillance drone. But thats not what worries me.

Troy Pearce stood beside him watching the same images. The former CIA SOG operatives black hair was flecked with gray one for every bullet ever shot at him over the years, he joked and the laugh lines in the corners of his world- weary blue eyes were anything but. As the CEO of the worlds premier drone security company, hed seen plenty of sur-veillance video before, but never while standing in a submerged subma-rine. Looks like some kind of ceremony. A burial at sea?

Onizuka pulled off his ball cap and ran a hand through his thick hair. At thirty- six, the handsome naval officer was the youngest sub captain in the Japan Maritime Self- Defense Force (JMSDF) and commanded one of its newest vessels. The diesel- powered Soryu- class submarines were the largest and most advanced Japan had built since the war, but the stealthy

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Sword Dragon carried only short- range conventional torpedoes and anti-ship missiles as befitting the JMSDFs mission limitations.

The way he was flapping his arms? I dont think so. Definitely a ceremony of some kind, but not a burial. Onizukas English was slightly accented, but perfect one of the reasons Pearce was assigned to his boat. Too bad we dont have audio.

The Volant is too high up.Yes, of course.But we can get a closer look at the object they threw overboard.This was a perfect real- world scenario for Pearce to demonstrate the

extreme value of drones to the skeptical Japanese captain and, by exten-sion, the JMSDF establishment. Pearces covert assignment was to pri-vately reassure the Japanese that the United States was willing and able to help the beleaguered nation to find another way to defend itself against recent Chinese aggression without a massive conventional naval rearma-ment program. The prospect of Japan rebuilding another blue- water navy was too problematic for its Asian neighbors, especially the Chinese.

But tensions between China and Japan in the East China Sea had risen dramatically over the last few years, focused symbolically on what the Japanese called the Senkaku Islands, a collection of five small islands and three uninhabitable rocks situated in an area of vast new oil and gas reserves recently estimated at triple the original forecast. Both China and Japan claimed them as sovereign territory, partly to control the incredible resource wealth buried beneath the ocean floor. But Pearce was quickly learning that symbolism and history were just about as important as oil and gas on this side of the planet.

Onizuka nodded to the ensign at the Volants control station. Engage.A thousand meters above the Chinese missile destroyer, the modified

Sandia Volant slowed as it began a programmed descent. Within min-utes, the delta- winged aircraft dove effortlessly into the water, the aile-rons on its wings trailing edges now serving as dive planes. It traveled much more slowly beneath the surface than above it, but the Volant proved highly maneuverable underwater.

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Thanks to a partnership with MIT and the Pearce Systems research team led by Dr. Kirin Rao, the new, highly reliable spread spectrum signaling technology deployed today made long- distance underwater wireless communications possible. Rao did her best to explain the phys-ics behind it all, but underwater acoustics was beyond Pearces reach. Thats why he let her run his research division with a free hand. Raos breakthrough was significant. UUVs could now be deployed beyond the limited reach of tethered communication lines and manipulated more adroitly than automated underwater navigational software, which was still in its relative infancy.

Automated sensors onboard the Sandia Multimodal prevented colli-sions with large underwater objects, but the Japanese ensign could manually direct it with a joystick, steering it via the first- person video perspective from one of the drones onboard cameras, illuminating the dark waters by a powerful LED cluster. For the moment, the Volant steered itself, homing in on the Kunmings location that it had fixed with its laser range finder before it dived.

It wasnt long before the multimodal drone came within a hundred feet of the engraved marble stone, nestled on the slope of a five- hundred- foot- tall seamount looming like a dark pyramid in the dim waters.

Pearce and Onizuka watched the ensigns video feed. The air was cool in the cramped but gleaming high- tech control room. Pearce tried to ignore his creeping claustrophobia. He wiped away a bead of sweat on his face with the tip of his thumb.

Onizuka barked an order in Japanese to his navigation officer on theother side of the control room. The navigator tapped on a computer screen, called back to his captain.

Our Chinese friends apparently have found an uncharted seamount, Onizuka translated. Now, lets see if we can get a closer look at that stone they tossed overboard.

The ensign eased the drone into the current closer to the stone. Electric- powered thrusters held it in place. The video camera zoomed in. The image was a little wobbly, but clear.

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My Chinese isnt so good, Pearce said.Nor is mine. But we use the same kanji. I believe it says, Mao Island.

China. 1 May, 2017. It includes longitude and latitude coordinates. Mao Island? Pearce frowned with confusion. What does that

mean?Onizuka laid a hand on the young ensigns shoulder. Well done,

Kenzo. Please forward that video to fleet HQ.Yes, sir.Pearce had done his homework on the Senkaku Islands controversy

before arriving. I dont remember any Mao Island around here.Onizukas affable face hardened. Apparently there is now. At least

thats what the Chinese believe, according to that territorial stele. He didnt bother to add that the Chinese had scattered such steles over its vast empires for centuries.

Onizuka ordered the ensign to return the multimodal drone to the Sword Dragon for recovery. A portable launch/ recovery module was installed in one of the forward torpedo tubes.

Pearce sensed the young captains unease. He had every reason to be concerned. If Japan and China were going to start a shooting war, it would most likely start right here, and thanks to defense and alliance treaties with Japan, the United States would be dragged into the fighting quickly an outcome the Pentagon wanted to avoid at all costs.

Pearce had signed on with President Lane before he was even elected on the strength of Margaret Myerss personal recommendation, and Pearce was eager to serve again. It was easy enough to agree to a private consultation with the Japanese navy. His company was the best in the world at drone research and operations, both civilian and military. It was a smart play by Lane to send him. This way, the American government didnt appear to be publicly bolstering Japan, but Lane could send a strong personal message through Pearce. He didnt mind being an envoy. The idea of not being shot at for once was fine by him, even if he felt like the submarine hull was closing in on him.

So what good does it do for the Chinese to invent an underwater island? What can they do with it?

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In their minds, they can now make new territorial claims up to twelve miles, according to international law, besides the two- hundred- mile exclusive economic zone. But it means much more than that.

Like what?Your Global War on Terrorism didnt begin on 9/ 11.No, it didnt. It really began the day Osama bin Laden declared war

on us in his 1996 fatwa. He claimed we invaded the Muslim holy land and that we needed to be pushed back out. We just werent paying atten-tion to him at the time.

Onizuka pointed at the display monitor. With that stele, its exactly the same thing. The Chinese are making their own declaration about their sacred territory.

Pearce noticed that the control room had become eerily silent. The young crew was hanging on Onizukas every word.

So you believe its a declaration of war?It means, at the very least, that China is prepared to fight a war.

Onizukas eyes narrowed. The Japanese captain was six feet tall and broad shouldered, just a few inches shorter than the former CIA special ops warrior. The question is, are you?

Pearce felt the heat rise up in his face. It was an accusation, not a question. Anywhere else, hed be tempted to punch the guys lights out. He stuffed the anger back down into its hole. His mission was to smooth things over, not mix it up with the locals, insults or not. Besides, if he were Japanese, hed have the same worry about Americas commitment to its allies.

Im just a private citizen, Captain, not a government official. But I know President Lane well and, unofficially, I can assure you that my country will not abandon the Japanese people in a time of crisis.

Onizukas eyes searched Pearces. He nodded. I want to believe you but this provocation tells me that China thinks otherwise.

A sonar ping smashed into the subs hull like a sledgehammer. Pearce flinched.

Splashes, Captain. The bespectacled sonar operator couldnt have been more than twenty years old. The crew scrambled back to stations.

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Onizuka was unfazed. He smiled at his American guest, enjoying his obvious discomfort. Waiting for the depth charges to blow?

Something like that.Onizuka laughed. Youve watched too many submarine movies.

That sonar ping was just the Chinese letting us know that they know were here. The splashes my sonar operator just heard are only more sonar buoys breaking the surface of the water.

The radar operator called out, cool and professional. It seemed to Pearce that all the faces of the fighting men he met lately were getting younger.

Aircraft. Speed, six- five- two kph. Distance, twenty kilometers. Head-ing, two- seven- zero.

Chinese antisubmarine patrol. Nothing to worry about. Onizuka flashed a mischievous grin. Unless, of course, they decide to fire their weapons. He gave his XO the order to dive a hundred meters down and deploy electronic countermeasures.

I thought the Chinese werent very good at ASW, Pearce said.Theyre not, but theyre getting better, thanks to French sonar tech-

nology and the German diesel engines powering that guided- missile destroyer we just saw.

A light flashed on a nearby console. The captain frowned. Excuse me, Mr. Pearce.

Onizuka picked up the phone. The Sword Dragon was still tethered to its communication buoy on the surface. He listened. His body stiff-ened and he bowed slightly. Obviously someone in authority on the other end. His eyes widened. Onizuka handed the phone to Pearce. Its for you. The president of the United States wants to speak with you.

Pearce took the phone, confused. A series of clicks, then a womans voice. Mr. Pearce? The president is on the line. Hed like to speak with you, if its not too much trouble.

Of course.Troy, David here. Hows everything on your end?Troy felt the deck diving beneath his feet. In the middle of some-

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thing, sir. Lane was technically calling him from last night. A thirteen- hour time difference. Must be urgent.

Then Ill cut to the chase.Lane filled him in. Pearce handed Onizuka the phone. Ive got to get

back to shore. Now.The captain hung up the phone then squared up in Pearces face. Is

that an order?Its an urgent . . . request.Onizuka nodded, smirking. Yes, of course. Urgent. He turned away

and ordered his men to prepare to surface.Another ping slammed into the submarines hull.Pearce swore under his breath.So much for not abandoning friends.

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