Weve Seen The Enemy
We’ve Seen The Enemy
Paul Dayton

An alien ship crashes on Earth; its contents make it clear that the dead ant-like aliens inside were on an offensive mission. As humanity is presented with the prospect of their doomed world, construction begins on hundreds of World Federation ships and extrasolar defense weapons to be used in the inevitable war.

We’ve Seen The Enemy is set 700 years after the Great War and is a desperate race by a suicide team that may finally lead to the end of this interstellar war. Meanwhile, pockets of left-over human tribes on Earth have their own struggles, as they face power-hungry dictators and warped religious leaders. Behind all this are multiple alien forces, each with their own agenda. As truths turn into lies and friends become enemies, can humanity unite together to fight their common enemy?

ISBN ebook: 978-1-926760-32-2
FICTION | Science Fiction - Space Opera
Word Count: 207,000
List Price: $4.99
June 2010


“This is sci fi with a multi-layered plot that comes together very well. The characters become established and you feel that you know them. I thought at first it would not be the kind of story I lean toward but was caught up in it very fast and found it hard to put down. I really hated to see it end. I wanted it to just keep on going. If you like science fiction, "We've Seen The Enemy" will be a book you will enjoy!” Darryl Dempsey, Reader

“I read this eagerly as I love my sci fi, and I wasn't disappointed. It has all the right elements - interesting technology, ass-kicking action, post apocalyptic drama, and big mind-expanding questions. But the fantastic characters give it that edge which raise it above the norm. I could see this being adapted for TV. Maybe the next Firefly / Battlestar Galactica? Paul Dayton is becoming one of my favourite authors.” Shalini Boland, Reader

“We’ve Seen the Enemy is exactly what I want in science fiction: a multi-layered, good old-fashioned space opera replete with action, adventure, believable plot lines, frightening adversaries and multi-dimensional characters at whose apex is a strong female protagonist - "Jack", fearless, determined, a born leader and a closet romantic. There's enough technology to get even the most jaded fanboy [or girl] arguing, debating and offering suggestions, yet it never buries or sidetracks the plot. Heady questions, thought-provoking, a downright good read.” Diane Nelson, author of Dragon Academy


Jack picked her usual spot, trying hard not to be noticed which was next to impossible. Lithe, tall and unusually dark for one who had spent all her life on board a stellar craft, it was her mysterious grey eyes that were known to stop people in mid sentence. At the moment, no one was stopped in the unusually busy cafeteria that doubled as an impromptu social area.

Jack cringed as she saw Susan come near. “It wasn’t your fault, Jaclyn,” her wingman said. Very few people knew Jack’s real name, and Susan was one of them.

That morning on a training run her student, Mike ‘The Knife’ as he liked to call himself piloted his ship head on into a rock. Jack had spied the failing thruster just before it happened but she couldn’t do anything in time. He was one of the best they had, and Jack knew he had an immense crush on her which she played out for fun, but now he was frozen organic space dust. “He was only thirteen,” she had repeated all morning to herself.

She ignored Susan, but soon the others came around too. After hearing repeated “There was nothing you could have done” comments, Jack couldn’t take it any longer and was just about to get up and leave when Jason came by and said, “Why all so gloomy? Someone die?”

He realized too late that he had just put his foot in his mouth.

“Oh. Uh, I didn’t mean…I mean, I had no idea…” Jason mumbled as he tried to diffuse the angry stares. Jack felt the gravity generators fail again and took advantage of the opportunity. She had been holding in her anger, but Jason had split it wide open. She launched herself straight at him, giving him a solid blow to his nose as she floated by. The gravity came back on and Jack landed hard but she picked herself up and walked away.

The crunch Jack felt as she smacked Scratch in the nose reminded her of the fights she had as a teenager. The kids in school teased her, calling her Jack instead of Jaclyn. The girls were jealous of her quick physical development and early beauty and the boys were angry she ignored them, which ended up being Class 101 in the school of hard knocks.

Once her parents were reassigned to WF221, she chose to call herself Jack. When people asked why she had a boy’s name, she said it was because she fought like one, and offered free demonstrations. Few took her up on the offer.

“Jack, I didn’t know!” Jason said while holding his bleeding nose, but she had already gone around the corner. He ran after her and eventually caught up.

“Hey, SLOW DOWN!” he said and grabbed her shoulder. She turned, ready to explode at Scratch again but saw the blood covering his old fashioned flight jacket as he held his nose.

“I didn’t know Jack! Honestly! What happened anyway?” he said in a nasal tone.

Jack’s anger simmered down as she saw the concern in his eyes. “Damn computer glitch! Or screwed up thruster! I don’t know. All I know is that he’s dead. He’s thirteen and dead Scratch! It’s bad enough losing someone because he got jacked, but this is just stupid, a stupid waste!”

Jason was quiet for a few seconds as Jack stood there trembling with anger and frustration. “That’s not your fault Jack and you know it,” he finally said. “And he’s not the only thirteen-year-old killed either. It sucks, but by rights we’ve gone way past our due date too. Those ants should have had our number, but it’s the luck of the draw. And…” Scratch guessed, “Mike, I take it…his luck ran out, pure and simple. It really sucks,” he said as he saw her anger flare again, “but there’s nothing any of us can do about it. Except keep on beating those damn ants and pushing our own luck,” he added.

“Lucky for us, we’re smarter than they are,” she said, not particularly including Jason in the comment.

“Yeah,” he replied, not knowing what else to say.

At that moment, the COMBAT klaxon sounded as WF221 geared for battle.


“Sir, Unidentified Object on Low Planet Orbit,” Jumal, the acting Tactical Officer said. Commander Dietrich turned to the main 3 dimensional Tactical display and watched as a UO, symbolized by a bright yellow triangle in LPO around Beta-9 slowly came into view. The triangle started blinking which made Dietrich very curious, because it confirmed what the object was, but couldn’t discern if it was ‘Friend or Foe’.

“Comp, list specs on main screen.”

Dietrich read the description as a high definition view of the object was finally processed. ‘Class 1 Orbiting Weapons Base, origin – Human, Second Generation,’ had scrolled down the side, listing the standard weapons inventory.

“Confirm lack of transponder.” Dietrich couldn’t understand why the platform wasn’t sending a ‘friendly’ symbol.

“Confirmed sir,” Jumal said. “Our systems are fine. Pinged it five times. No Transponder.”

Now Dietrich’s eyebrows raised up in surprise. “Didn’t Intel establish this as unoccupied?”

“Unoccupied, light alien activity.”

“What do you make of it, Captain Hollander?”

The Captain of WF221 looked at the convoy Commander and said, “Never heard of this before. If the transponder’s down, you communicate. I would say the platform is no longer ours.”

At that moment, all eyes turned as Council Intelligence Officer Ian Anderson walked onto the bridge. Dietrich didn’t blame them. In the twelve years Anderson had been on WF221, he had NEVER come to the bridge and had remained an enigma to the crew. He silently came to stand by Dietrich’s side to watch Main Tactical.

“Sir, we got more bogeys!” Jumal yelled as two more red triangles now showed up on screen, their tactical information scrolling down the side.

“We’ve got CAP ships! COMBAT ALERT!” Captain Hollander yelled as soon as the info was confirmed.
“Did you know of this?” Dietrich asked the Intel officer, but as usual Anderson remained quiet.

The Commander turned to Tactical with a sour look on his face, tired of the lack of answers he got from the secretive Council Intelligence Agency. They had been set up by the Council over seven hundred years before, and rumor was they kept in constant contact. However, no one else had heard from them at all, and Dietrich doubted they even existed anymore.

He watched as the two Cap ships neared the orbital platform.

“Sir, what should we do?” Jumal asked, worried about the fate of the platform.

“Nothing, yet,” said Anderson, to Dietrich’s annoyance. “Tell me when they’re in attack range of the platform.”

“They are now sir, and have been for the last two minutes. Two more Cap ships have just jumped in!”

“I see. Captain Hollander, Commander Dietrich, make sure the convoy is aware of the situation, and set an intercept course for the orbital platform. You are to destroy it, and then attack the nearest Capital ship.”

Hollander looked incredulously at Anderson. “You’re telling me I am to position myself between four Capital ships and destroy a human platform, and then each Cap ship in turn? This is your order?” he asked, thinking that it was perhaps some joke.

“Yes,” Anderson said as left the bridge.

Knowing he had no choice, Dietrich confirmed the order and the bridge crew resigned themselves to their inevitable death.