Empire Of Light

Chapter Ten.

"You set Hugh Moss on my trail. He dogs me even now. I have recourse to no other superluminal craft, and his urge to destroy me has not faded. He is a hindrance to our aims. And if he were to kill me, the path to peace would be eradicated for ever."

"Not if you told me everything everything you know," she said with a smile. "If you really wanted peace rather than just to save your own skin, you"d do it immediately." you know," she said with a smile. "If you really wanted peace rather than just to save your own skin, you"d do it immediately."

"How well you know me, Miss Merrick," he replied, his manipulators angrily thrashing the water under his belly. "But it changes nothing. You will need my help, and we will need to journey together a long, long way. But as long as Hugh Moss is alive, he will seek to kill me."

"So what the h.e.l.l does that matter to me?"

"I have intelligence that currently puts him on Derinkuyu, a Skelite world close to the Consortium"s borders."



"No." She turned away and walked back towards the submersible. "I won"t help you, Trader. Not after everything you"ve done. I"ll find some other way."

"Miss Merrick," Trader called after her, "you may believe you have a choice in the matter, but you do not. There is a reason, after all, that your ship chose to deliver you to me here. Or will you lie to me and tell me you came here under your own volition?"

She hesitated. How does he know that? How does he know that?

She stopped and turned. "I have a choice, Trader. And I choose not to trust you."

"Listen to the minds on board your ship. Listen to what they have to say to you. They understand the situation better than you do."

"What?"

"The Magi ships have a primary purpose, Dakota, which is to track down the Maker and destroy it. And if it can"t be destroyed, then they must neutralize it or render its caches ineffective, a task for which the Mos Hadroch is explicitly designed. If you move against that central directive, the ship you use will refuse to obey your orders."

She took a step back towards him. "I don"t believe you. You"re lying."

"Ask them yourself, then. See what they say."

Dakota licked suddenly dry lips. "Bulls.h.i.t."

But a moment later she knew it was true. She reeled with shock as the Magi voices confirmed what Trader was telling her.

"I don"t understand," she stammered. "How the h.e.l.l could you know what they"re thinking?"

"You were, I understand, incapacitated when I first tried to contact you. Your ship, however, responded and I offered it terms. I demonstrated that the knowledge I carry is too valuable to risk losing as a result of Moss"s murderous actions. Therefore, Miss Merrick, you must protect me."

She again balled her fists at her side, trying to comprehend what was happening. "I take my ship where the h.e.l.l I like, d.a.m.n you!" she yelled.

"Yes, Dakota, you do," Trader agreed. "Except when that interferes with its core directives. By the time you return to your own ship, you will have full control of the Meridian weapons systems, as a gesture of good intentions on my part. I think, in time, you"ll come to see that your ship"s course of action has been by far the wisest."

Dakota felt the sense of betrayal as a knotted cord in her belly, twisting and untwisting. "You can"t do this," she seethed.

"On the contrary, I have done nothing, Miss Merrick, except help you towards your goal. We will meet again, and soon."

"I won"t let you do this to me!" she screamed, but Trader had turned away already. She lurched forward, clawing at the shaped field surrounding the Shoal-member. But the shock of contact repelled her, and she collapsed on the platform, staring after the alien as his bubble rose towards an opening in his yacht.

She continued to scream her rage and beat the surface of the platform with her open palms, weeping and angry. She reached out with her mind and tried to take control of the Magi ship, still waiting on its rocky sh.o.r.e, but all she got for her efforts was a wash of pain that made her double up.

Once the pain had pa.s.sed, she climbed back inside the submersible and let it take her back to the sh.o.r.e. She stared out at the ocean depths, without really seeing them, then slid down on to the submersible deck, hunched forward, knees up against her face, and hands pressed against her eyes.

Her instinct told her that everything the Shoal-member had said was probably true. But Trader was also a master of manipulation; what had been left unsaid could easily prove to be just as important.

The submersible broke through the waves a couple of hundred metres from the sh.o.r.e. A low rumbling sound caused her to look back towards the towers, in time to see Trader"s yacht lift out of the water and accelerate upwards. A moment later she felt the command structure for the Meridian weapons systems suddenly land in her implants. It felt like she"d instantly gained a couple of hundred extra limbs.

The submarine"s hatch snapped open once it reached the sh.o.r.e, and she pulled herself out, moving carefully while her brain a.s.similated what felt like a staggering amount of data. She waded through shallow surf until she once again stood in the shadows of the Magi starship.

Dakota collapsed on to the rough shale and closed her eyes, playing around with the command structure. Almost immediately something rumbled in the dense jungle beyond the cliffs, and Dakota opened her eyes again just in time to see a dozen silver spheres suddenly shoot up into the air above the cliffs, pieces of rock and dirt and shattered foliage sliding off their featureless carapaces. More rose from further inland, ascending to hover hundreds of metres above the ground, scattering more debris.

She turned towards the sea and saw a considerably greater number of identical spheres climbing out of the deep waters.

She sat there for a few minutes while the Magi ship"s minds a.n.a.lysed the complex subroutines and hard AI neural structures of the command structure. Then she played around for a while, making the weapons swoop and soar like b.a.l.l.s thrown by a sky-high invisible juggler. One tore overhead at several times the speed of sound, the roar of its pa.s.sing sending small winged creatures, too weird-looking to be called birds, scattering from their perches in great flocks.

If it was up to me I"d just fly away for ever and never come back, Dakota thought to herself. Her sense of resentment had grown rather than diminished and, despite the staggering levels of destructive power hidden beneath the smooth, featureless sh.e.l.ls of the Meridian drones, she felt powerless. Dakota thought to herself. Her sense of resentment had grown rather than diminished and, despite the staggering levels of destructive power hidden beneath the smooth, featureless sh.e.l.ls of the Meridian drones, she felt powerless.

The blank exteriors of the drones proved to be a form of shaped-field technology masking a convoluted nightmare of warped s.p.a.ce and exotic matter. She caused a dozen of them to accelerate to hypersonic speeds in the blink of an eye, and a series of powerful thunderclaps rolled over the sh.o.r.e in response. She looked up, seeing bright flickers of light from low orbit, as the drones unleashed primal energies in an impressive display of focused power.

Trader must have feared she would turn the weapons on him. Not wanting to disappoint, Dakota directed the drones to lay siege to the tower from which she had recently returned, according to a preprogrammed plan of attack. Wave after wave of plasma energy smashed into the tower, turning it white-hot and shattering it. She watched as a great cloud of superheated steam and debris shot upwards, a grumbling tremor spreading through the bedrock underlying the sh.o.r.e.

But Trader was long gone, as the ship"s minds soon informed her. The violent action made her feel better regardless.

She stayed there for a while, watching as the sun dropped towards the towers, then she turned back to the waiting Magi ship.

It was time to go home. But, whether she liked it or not, she was going to have to pay Hugh Moss a visit first.

Chapter Ten.

Ty was in a pa.s.sageway just off of Shaft B when Cesar called in the warning.

The pa.s.sageway terminated abruptly at a flat expanse of stone that differed substantially from the floor, ceiling and walls leading up to it. It featured none of the carved glyphs that covered almost every square centimetre of every other pa.s.sageway throughout the abandoned clade-world. There was an unfinished quality to it, as if the Atn that had once made their home here had been interrupted in its construction.

Deep in thought, he crouched next to the unblemished wall of stone, a hand-held sodium lamp casting a sharp-edged pool of light around him. The comms indicator in one corner of his helmet visor had been blinking on and off for the past minute or so, but he had chosen to ignore it, suddenly certain that the last piece in a highly complex puzzle was about to slide into place.

Ever since the Mjollnir Mjollnir had brought them here, all the way from Ocean"s Deep, Ty had wandered throughout the desolate shafts and pa.s.sageways of the clade-world, convinced the Atn had left behind a message for those who knew how to read it if not for him, then certainly for others of their own kind. There were hints, if you knew how to look, and careful study of them had drawn him to this particular pa.s.sageway among all the rest. had brought them here, all the way from Ocean"s Deep, Ty had wandered throughout the desolate shafts and pa.s.sageways of the clade-world, convinced the Atn had left behind a message for those who knew how to read it if not for him, then certainly for others of their own kind. There were hints, if you knew how to look, and careful study of them had drawn him to this particular pa.s.sageway among all the rest.

The comms link continued to flash obstinately, and Ty finally activated it. In one corner of his visor an image popped up, of three interconnected white domes nestling together in a shallow crater. Digging equipment and spare parts for the spider-mechs were stacked out in the open. He noticed with a shock that at least one of the domes had been partly deflated.

"Nathan, you need to get back to the surface," he was informed. Like the rest of the Mjollnir" Mjollnir"s crew, Cesar Androvitch had no idea of Ty"s true ident.i.ty. "Nancy"s come over to help us get packed. We"re going back over to the frigate."

"But why? There"s still too much to-"

"Nathan," another voice cut in; this time it was Nancy Schiller, the Mjollnir" Mjollnir"s chief of security. "I"ll explain everything when you get up here. Don"t bring anything with you. Leave it all for the spiders. Just get here as fast as you can."

She cut the connection, so that Ty hadn"t even had a chance to tell her what he had found.

He pulled himself back along the pa.s.sageway until he reached Shaft A, a borehole nearly thirty metres wide that cut straight through the heart of the asteroid, at which central point it intersected with a second shaft Shaft B running at a right angle to it. The asteroid itself was a little over thirty-five kilometres across; thousands of pa.s.sageways, all identical in width but varying in depth, radiated outwards from each of the shafts.

He tapped at a panel on the arm of his s.p.a.cesuit and, in response, one of a dozen spider-mechs that had been floating motionless near the centre of the shaft now moved towards him, propelled by tiny puffs of gas. The approaching device consisted primarily of a series of grappling arms that extended from a central hub a metre in diameter.

Once it had reached Ty, the spider rotated, presenting two handholds to him. Ty grabbed on to them, taking care not to look down the length of the shaft towards the asteroid"s core as the machine carried him back towards the surface. Despite the minimal gravity, one such glance was sometimes all it took to send his suit"s bio-monitors into high alert.

Instead he looked up towards a slowly widening circle of stars no more than a few hundred metres away the white dwarf around which the clade-world had been orbiting for the last few billion years standing out clearly amongst the rest.

A second dome had been deflated by the time Ty got back to the surface camp, which had been set up in a shallow crater a short distance from the mouth of the shaft itself. He let go of the spider-mech and allowed himself to drift slowly downwards, his boots kicking up a tiny puff of ice and dust. Then he made his way over to where Nancy and Cesar were working hard at packing the first dome back into its crate, under the harsh glare of an arc light. The Mjollnir Mjollnir was visible far overhead in the starry blackness, like a black and grey stick thrown high into the air, and which had never come down. was visible far overhead in the starry blackness, like a black and grey stick thrown high into the air, and which had never come down.

The frigate had taken a beating on the trip out, and it had not taken long for Ty to realize there was a very good reason why almost all the Shoal"s superluminal craft comprised hollowed-out moons and adapted asteroids, since contact with the superluminal void put enormous stresses on the hull of any craft equipped with a faster-than-light drive.

The Magi starships were self-healing, but the Mjollnir Mjollnir wasn"t built from the same pseudo-organic material. Along with the relatively few other human-built craft that had so far been converted to superluminal travel, the frigate was instead forced to undergo lengthy and difficult repair stops at the end of each and every jump it undertook. Outer hulls became corroded and damaged. Drive-spines required such constant repair and maintenance that onboard fabrication engines had to work around the clock to keep up with demand. While Ty and Nancy had been exploring the clade-world"s pa.s.sageways and caverns, Martinez and his crew had been striving to get the wasn"t built from the same pseudo-organic material. Along with the relatively few other human-built craft that had so far been converted to superluminal travel, the frigate was instead forced to undergo lengthy and difficult repair stops at the end of each and every jump it undertook. Outer hulls became corroded and damaged. Drive-spines required such constant repair and maintenance that onboard fabrication engines had to work around the clock to keep up with demand. While Ty and Nancy had been exploring the clade-world"s pa.s.sageways and caverns, Martinez and his crew had been striving to get the Mjollnir Mjollnir in full working order for the trip home. in full working order for the trip home.

One of the two helmeted figures now glanced up, and Ty"s suit automatically projected an icon floating beside that figure, identifying it as Nancy.

"Merrick"s swarm is on its way here," she told him without preamble. "Mjollnir" "Mjollnir"s on full alert, and Martinez wants us out of here within the hour." Ty was close enough now to see the worried expression through her visor. "I"m sorry, Nathan. We did our best."

"How do you know it"s on its way?" he asked.

"The reconnaissance probes we sent out," explained Cesar. "One of them picked up a lot of drive-signatures no more than thirty light-years from here."

"Drive-signatures?"

"Sure," said Nancy. "Remember the briefing?"

Ty made an exasperated noise. "There were endless briefings. Care to remind me?"

"Superluminal ships produce gravitational anomalies every time they enter or depart normal s.p.a.ce," Cesar continued. "The probe"s got tach-net monitors that can pick up short-range fluctuations propagating through superluminal s.p.a.ce. So we know something something just turned up." just turned up."

No more than thirty light-years from here, Ty reflected. How easily the words tripped off Cesar"s tongue. They"d travelled a thousand light-years without any help from the Shoal, putting them on a par with the greatest explorers the human race had ever known. Ty reflected. How easily the words tripped off Cesar"s tongue. They"d travelled a thousand light-years without any help from the Shoal, putting them on a par with the greatest explorers the human race had ever known.

"How could they get here so soon?" he demanded. "I thought the best estimates gave us at least another month before they arrived here."

"Nathan . . . Cesar . . . for Christ"s sake, shut up and get packing, will you?"

Ty turned his attention to Nancy. "Look, we can"t possibly leave here with nothing to show, not after coming all this way. Tell me exactly how much time you think we have left, to the precise minute if it"s at all possible."

He could just make out her terse expression through the visor. "Nathan-"

"Just humour me, okay?"

Nancy hesitated, and Cesar jumped in. "I"d say anything from ten to twenty-four hours before they"re right on our doorstep, Nathan. But I don"t rate our chances of survival very high if we aren"t ready to jump out of here before then."

Ty thought hard for a moment. "Okay, but once the swarm does does reach this system, exactly how long do you think we have before they pinpoint our exact location?" reach this system, exactly how long do you think we have before they pinpoint our exact location?"

"Nathan," Nancy spoke as if she were talking to a slightly dim child, "if there was ever anything here, it"s long gone now. Give it up."

"Is that Martinez"s opinion too?" he countered.

"Of course it is, otherwise we wouldn"t be packing up, would we? Unless you"ve got any last-minute bright ideas."

"Maybe I do. Look, we spent a week just trying to find this rock after we arrived in this system, right?"

"What"s your point?" asked Cesar.

"The swarm needs to find us first, or more specifically this one asteroid out of the huge volume of them surrounding the white dwarf. Now, clade-worlds are always found within specific distances from their stars, which is one reason we managed to find this one as quickly as we did. The swarm"s going to know that, but it still means we"re going to have at least some some time to finish our work before they trace us." time to finish our work before they trace us."

"We really don"t have time to debate this," Nancy snapped, her voice getting louder. "You"ve worked harder than anyone else, Nathan, and there"s no reason we couldn"t come back here some other time and try looking again, after the swarm is gone."

"Think about what"s at stake," Ty insisted. "What"s going to happen if we return empty-handed?"

"Jesus and Buddha, Nathan!" Nancy finally exploded. "Don"t you understand? understand? All that happens if we stay on now is we get killed, and it"s all over either way! Not unless you finally think you found the d.a.m.n . . ." She stuttered to a halt, and he realized she could see the grin almost splitting his face in half. All that happens if we stay on now is we get killed, and it"s all over either way! Not unless you finally think you found the d.a.m.n . . ." She stuttered to a halt, and he realized she could see the grin almost splitting his face in half.

Cesar looked back and forth between them. "What you found something?"

"There"s an anomaly," Ty explained. "It was right there in front of me the whole time."

"So why the h.e.l.l didn"t you mention it before?" Nancy demanded, angry again.

Ty shrugged, then remembered the gesture probably wouldn"t be visible to the others, regardless of how light and flexible their suits were. "You didn"t really give me a chance. I came up here when you called, and-"

"Okay," Nancy said, cutting him off. "Okay, what what anomaly?" anomaly?"

"I"ll need to show you," he replied.

Nancy conferred quickly with Martinez and got permission for them to go back inside the asteroid. Cesar remained on the surface to supervise the spiders as they busily manoeuvred the packed tents and supplies on board an unmanned cargo transport that had just arrived from the frigate.

"I hope you know I"m risking my life for you," Nancy muttered over a private channel, her voice tense.

"I promise I won"t read too much into it," Ty replied. The shaft walls slid past as they dropped down into darkness, each of them carried by a spider-mech. "G.o.d forbid you might ever admit to actually liking me."

"It"s not that I don"t like you; it"s just that . . . I don"t know."

""I"m just not your usual type." That"s what you always say, isn"t it?" he asked.

Sudden, intense s.e.xual relationships were to be expected, while so far from home for months at a time; and such had been part and parcel of Ty"s experiences while exploring other clade-worlds in years long gone by. But he never let himself forget that Nancy Schiller was a Freeholder. She was not unlike Karen, in that she was used to a life of discipline, and her body was a landscape of smooth, well-trained muscles; whenever they shared a bed, Ty would find himself wondering whether life under an a.s.sumed ident.i.ty had left him with a perverse attraction to the threat of discovery.

He heard her sigh, over the channel. "Forget I said anything," she muttered. "How long before we get to this chamber?"

"Not long. Does it matter?"

"No," she grumbled. "It"s just . . ."

"What?"

She made an irritated sound. "I just can"t stand to think of those . . . machines machines hunting us through all this darkness." hunting us through all this darkness."

"It"s not far," he replied, knowing she was referring to the images of swarm-components they"d occasionally watched since departing Ocean"s Deep.

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