Freedom Vs. Aliens (Aliens Series Book 3) by T. Jackson King Page B

My allies and our ships have decided to remove Unity control over Earth. A part of that control is sites to launch spaceships for the Unity Naval Command.” Jack paused, wondering why the man was debating what had been clearly stated in his broadcast. “Your launch sites at Shriharikota Island, Balasore, Wheeler Island and Thumba have all been used by the Unity. What is your decision on their use and on India’s national identity?”
    The elderly man licked his lips, looked uncomfortable, then sighed. “In India we make decisions by democratic committee meetings which—”
    “You are the Prime Minister of India,” he interrupted bluntly. “Make a decision. Or forty minutes from now each of those launch sites will be destroyed.”
    The man blinked dark brown eyes. His lips compressed. “The people of India hereby declare their independence from the Communitarian Unity. All Unity military vehicles and adjutants will be deported soon. The Unity is forbidden to make future use of our space launch sites.” The man who called Bangalore his home town lifted his eyebrows. “Sufficient?”
    “No,” Jack said, adding feeling to his tone. “Deport all Unity ships, planes and personnel today. By public broadcast. And raise the flag of India over the four launch sites. If your flags are raised within the next forty minutes, your sites are safe. Understood?”
    “Understood.” The man paused, looked at Jack’s crew people, then back to him. “I understand you have one of our countrymen within your fleet. True?”
    Jack nodded slowly. “True. Captain Aashman Dasgupta commands the Belter fleet ship Mongoose . He, his crew and his ship have already gone to other stars with me, fought against Aliens and made friends of two Alien peoples we freed from predator control.” He paused, wondering at the man’s intention. “He is first a citizen of the Asteroid Belt. But like all of us with varied Earth heritages, he values greatly the traditions of his parents’ homeland.”
    “Good.” The man’s mood now shifted to one of calm discussion. “Our nation holds one and a half billion people, of all castes, all religions and of many talents. Perhaps your anti-Alien effort could make use of our talents.”
    Jack smiled briefly. “Thank you, Prime Minister, for that offer. We welcome a visit by any fusion pulse ship of India to Ceres Central. Our government there is willing to discuss all forms of partnership.”
    The man’s expression relaxed. “Our flag will be raised shortly after this talk ends. All Unity people and assets will be deported today. I will make a public broadcast to this effect within ten minutes. May the Lord Vishnu guide your future efforts.”
    Jack relaxed. “Thank you! Now, I have other callers waiting.”
    The leader of India nodded and his image vanished.
    “The Autarch of Brazil is next,” Denise said hurriedly. “And I have a dozen other national leaders on hold or set to call back within the next forty minutes. Including the governor of Tennessee.”
    Did that mean a part of old America was breaking away from the North American Cooperative? If so, it would mean much to his parents. The front screen changed.
    An elderly woman of middle class appearance filled the middle of the screen. Showing the brown skin tone, dark eyes and long black hair of the Portugese colonizers of Brazil, she quickly scanned the Pilot Cabin, lingering briefly on Elaine, Denise, Nikola, Blodwen and Cassie, then fixed on him. “You are Fleet Captain Munroe of the anti-Alien crusade. I am Autarch Bettina Azevedo of Brasilia. Why did you subvert our Moon colony from its allegiance to the homeland of its people?”
    Jack was prepared for this accusation. “I urged Autarch Viktoria Goncalves to declare the Moon’s independence so it could not be used as a naval base by the Unity. Also, I and my allies believe every separate world, like Mars, Enceladus, Ganymede, Europa, Titan, Charon, the Moon and nations on Earth, deserve