"Yes, Ivan Nikolayevich. Your vilkshatha brother is on Old Terra even now." She smiled inwardly, for Hannah Avram had told her of the b.a.s.t.a.r.d Orion-Russian patronymic Antonov had bestowed on the Orion who"d admitted him to the oath of vilkshatha that made two warriors members of each others" families - the first non-Orion in history to be so admitted. It annoyed Kthaara almost as much as the even more b.a.s.t.a.r.dized diminutive "Kthaasha." Aloud, she continued in a neutral tone. "In fact, I spoke with Lord Talphon before my departure. He sends his best regards. Also, in connection with your reluctance to accept the reactivation of your commission, he asked me to memorize a certain Russian phrase and convey it to you." Her brow creased with puzzlement. "Oddly enough, it was the same one you translated a few minutes ago as "Drink up." But according to him, it means "Why are you f.u.c.king a cow?""
For an anxious moment, she thought Antonov was going to have a stroke. But then she saw that he was really struggling to contain a gargantuan guffaw. He finally released it as a kind of gasping cough. "Well, er... you see, that"s the literal translation," he explained when he"d gotten his breath. "It can be used in any context to mean "get a move on" or "get the lead out."" He shook his head and chuckled. "Old Kthaasha... ! Well, I suppose this wouldn"t be the worst foolishness I"ve ever gone along with." He deployed his scowl again. "All right, maybe I"ll do it... but on one condition. I want you on my staff."
Kozlov almost spilled her still half-full vodka gla.s.s. "Sir?"
"Yes. You"ve got bear guts. I like that. I"ll need an Intelligence officer - I"m not so old I can"t read your insignia. And Winnie Trevayne is too d.a.m.ned senior now," he added, naming the Director of Naval Intelligence - who, Kozlov recalled, had been his staff spook in the Theban War. "Well?" he barked.
She tossed off the remainder of her vodka. It felt like an expanding sun going down her gullet. She hardly noticed until she tried to speak. "Ah... of course Sir, if... well, Sky Marshal Avram would have to approve my going on detached duty from her staff...."
"Oh, Hannah will come around," Antonov rumbled. He reached out and refilled her gla.s.s. "And now, unless I"m mistaken, you have a cla.s.sified briefing for me. All I know is the news any other old muzhik can get."
"Yes, Sir," she said, still wheezing a little and gazing with dismay at the refilled gla.s.s.
"Good." Antonov topped off his own gla.s.s and raised it. "Nalivay!"
Chapter Twelve.
What Price Redemption?
The heavy cruisers floated about the warp point. The time to resume the advance would come, yet the losses already suffered dictated that any new attack wait until more reinforcements reached this system. For now, the cruisers waited - forty-eight of them, screened by thousands of mines - rotating through their readiness cycles as they guarded against any threat.
Andrew Prescott swore with silent venom as another drive field appeared on his sensors. There were three now - light cruisers all, moving in a search pattern which could only mean they"d gotten a sniff of Daikyu. It couldn"t have been a clean sensor hit, or they wouldn"t still be searching, but they"d managed to pin down her rough location.
He made himself cross his legs and consider his options. Daikyu had the firepower to kill all three of those ships, but the Bugs probably wanted him to go after them, given how openly they were operating. For all he knew, a dozen cloaked battlecruisers lurked just below his sensor horizon, waiting for their beaters to drive him into their sights - or for his own fire to reveal his position. One of his ancestors, a submarine commander back on Old Terra, had once been hunted for three days by a j.a.panese antisubmarine flotilla, and now he knew exactly how that long-dead Prescott must have felt.
But great-great-whatever-granddad got his a.s.s out of it, he reminded himself. All I have to do is be as good as he was.
"Come to zero-three-zero, one-zero-five," he said quietly.
"Aye, Sir. Coming to zero-three-zero, one-zero-five," Daryl Belliard replied, and Prescott watched his display alter as Commander Kasuga stepped back from the master plot.
"We"re too close to the warp point, Sir," Kasuga said too softly for anyone else to hear. Prescott nodded in curt agreement, but he refused to be driven any further from it. He"d used no less than five courier drones to alert Sarasota, and it was as well he had. Only two had gotten past the OWP CAs, and, as he"d known they must, they"d alerted the enemy to Daikyu"s presence.
The Bugs" most obvious response had been to race for the drones" origin point to mount an intensive search, but he"d programmed the CDs" nav systems for delayed activation before dropping them, and he"d been over a light-minute clear when their drives came on-line. That had given him some margin to play with, yet it was essential he stay close enough to the warp point to spot any move to reinforce it. If that happened, he"d be forced to send fresh drones to Admiral Murak.u.ma. That would almost certainly bring the Bugs straight in on him, yet Task Force 59 had to know if the situation changed.
He didn"t know if the Bugs realized his intentions. If they did and threw up a sh.e.l.l of scouts well outside the warp point then simply swept inward, they were bound to get lucky eventually. In the meantime, his course turned Daikyu"s stern - the most vulnerable aspect for any cloaked vessel - away from all known searchers. It wasn"t much, but- "Pods transiting the warp point!" Jill Cesiano"s abrupt, half-shouted announcement smashed through the tension, and Prescott whirled to face her. "Dozens of them, Sir - hundreds!"
The plot flashed as clouds of diamond-bright icons exploded from the warp point, and Prescott throttled a whoop of delight as he recognized the SBMHAWKs.
One moment all was serene; the next, a horde of tiny, robotic s.p.a.cecraft burst into being. Some vanished in the star-bright boils of interpenetration, but only a small percentage, and the waiting cruisers had no idea what they were. They were too small for warships, yet they must represent some threat, and the ready-duty cruisers began tracking. But there were too many pods; they saturated the defenders" fire control, and less than ten more had been destroyed before the cruisers found out exactly what they were.
The Terran Navy had invented the Strategic Bombardment Missile, Homing All the Way Killer pod for the Theban War, but the latest-generation SBMHAWK was deadlier than anything dreamed of during that war. It carried more missiles, its guidance and tracking systems were more accurate, and each warhead was vastly more destructive. Now scores of them adjusted their att.i.tudes as sensors located their targets. Pa.s.sionless computers ignored the fire beginning to destroy their fellows while they considered targeting criteria and ordered their launch queues.
And then they fired.
The CAs" designers had never contemplated the volume of fire which screamed in upon them. Each ship was the target not of dozens but of scores of second-generation antimatter warheads. Point defense might stop the first three, or five, or seven, but the others got through, and no heavy cruiser could survive direct hits of such power.
One minute after launch, every cruiser had been wiped from the face of the universe, and even as they died, superdreadnoughts and battlecruisers made transit on the pods" heels.
No mine could be emplaced directly atop an open warp point, and that gave TF 59"s warships a small s.p.a.ce in which to deploy. The surrounding mines confined them to the limited clear zone, but that was why the TFN had produced the Anti-Mine Ballistic Missile. The new, internally-launched AMBAMs were big, ugly ma.s.s hogs, eating up magazine s.p.a.ce which might have been devoted to antiship missiles, but Vanessa Murak.u.ma didn"t care, and her green eyes flamed as her capital missile-armed ships began to launch.
The AMBAMs sped out - slow and clumsy by missile standards, but fast enough for their task - and deployed with ungainly precision, then belched spreading shoals of independently targeted antimatter warheads that coated her plot like diamond dust, invading the minefields. Then they exploded, and for just one instant, s.p.a.ce flamed like a star"s transplanted heart. The perfectly synchronized detonations merged into a torrent of heat and blast and radiation, and the mines caught in that riptide died. The sheer volume of s.p.a.ce was too vast for many to suffer outright destruction, but their control systems were irradiated, blinded, burned into so much useless junk, and Murak.u.ma smiled a sharks smile as her AMBAMs ripped a hole clean through the dense minefields and her starships charged into it.
The superdreadnoughts and battlecruisers were over two light-minutes from the warp point. By the time their light-speed sensors reported the enemy"s arrival, every defending cruiser was dead and the totally unexpected AMBAMs had blasted a path through the mines, but their crews knew what to do, and the entire vast force wheeled ponderously towards the invaders.
"Their battle-line"s moving, Skipper. They"re heading straight for Admiral Murak.u.ma."
"Understood." Prescott watched his plot, forcing his face to remain calm, but exultation boiled behind his eyes. Daikyu had done it! They"d actually done it, and TF 59 was in clean!
"Picking up three battlecruisers!" Cesiano said abruptly, and Prescott"s eyes narrowed. The b.a.s.t.a.r.ds had been waiting for the CLs to drive him into their arms, but the fresh threat had changed their minds. They"d gone to full power, turning to race towards TF 59, and he bared his teeth.
"Bring us around behind them as they pa.s.s, Daryl," he said.
"Aye, aye, Sir!" Antic.i.p.ation edged Belliard"s acknowledgment, and Prescott turned that hungry smile on his tac officer.
"They"re giving us a nice, clean shot into their blind spots, Jill. Let"s make it count."
The trio of battlecruisers sped towards the invaders. Despite reckless power settings, they were far beyond any range at which the oncoming starships" sensors could pierce their ECM. They could never hope to stop so much firepower, but if they got into a suitable ambush position, they could make the enemy pay heavily to kill them.
They continued on their course, their original mission forgotten in the face of this greater threat, and never noticed the silent, stealthy killer sliding in behind them.
"Firing... now!"
Jill Cesiano closed the master key, and TFNS Daikyu went instantly to rapid fire. Her five standard launchers lacked the range and ma.s.sive striking power of a Dunkerque"s capital missile batteries, but they fired far more rapidly, and she was in her targets" blind spots, hidden beyond the distortion their own drive fields created. They"d never guessed she was back there, and even if they had, point defense couldn"t engage missiles it couldn"t even see.
Prescott"s fire streaked in with deadly accuracy, and he slammed a fist down on his chair arm as the warheads struck. Just like stamping on a spider, he thought with cold, savage hatred.
"Tracking reports antimatter detonations, Sir."
Murak.u.ma blinked at Tian"s announcement. Then her darting eyes found the explosions in her plot, and her brow furrowed for a moment before she nodded sharply.
"It"s Prescott," she said. "It must be - whoever it is is shooting up at least three targets... and kicking the h.e.l.l out of them, too," she added respectfully as one of the Bugs suddenly blew apart. "Warn the screen he"s out there, Tian - we don"t want any misunderstandings when he"s done so well this far - then launch the RDs."
Commander Olivera settled firmly into his couch as TFNS Dalmatian prepared for action. His command fighter shuddered as the tractors deposited it in the big fleet carrier"s number three catapult, and he flicked his eyes over his panel while he tried to ignore how dry his mouth was.
He didn"t know how he and his crew had survived K-45 and First Justin, and a fatalistic part of him accepted that he was living on borrowed time. But at least he had a better chance of hurting the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds this time. Strike group 47"s survivors had been transferred to Dalmatian as the core of her rebuilt attack group, and he had twice as many fighters under his direct command.
"Launch status Alpha," a voice said in his earbug.
"Alpha confirmed," he replied, and punched a b.u.t.ton. "Computers cycling."
"Green board," PriFly responded. "Tac feed on-line. Give "em h.e.l.l, Commander."
"We"ve got them on the drones, Sir," Commander Ling reported. "Battle Comp"s IDs match Daikyu"s figures for their main force, but we"re missing several picket CLs."
"Cloaked," Mackenna said, and Murak.u.ma nodded. No doubt some of those hidden light cruisers would try to duplicate Prescott"s ambush, but it was unlikely they could penetrate her drone sh.e.l.l. If they did, that was why capital ships had escorts, and she turned her attention to the main Bug force. There were ninety-two superdreadnoughts, eighteen battlecruisers, and over a hundred and twenty light cruisers over there - six times as many ships as she"d brought with her, and G.o.d only knew how vast the Bugs" tonnage advantage was. If she"d had that sort of edge, she would have been perfectly willing to let a faster, longer-ranged enemy stooge around the system however he chose. After all, if she moved directly to the warp point and sat on it, he"d be forced to engage on her terms, not his, when he tried to go home again.
But the Bugs weren"t doing that, and she gave LeBlanc a fierce, satisfied smile. The intelligence officer returned it with interest, and her mind whirred with detached ferocity as she looked back at the display. They might not know how these monsters" strategic doctrine worked, but at least they seemed to follow predictable tactical patterns. They were charging after her at their best speed, precisely as they"d done in their earlier engagements. They"d still have a chance to intercept on her withdrawal, despite their lower speed, as long as they stayed between her and the warp point, but that was fine with her. In fact, it was exactly what she wanted them to do.
Still, it wouldn"t do to give them too much time to consider other options....
"Launch!"
Dalmatian"s catapults spat thirty-six heavily armed fighters into s.p.a.ce, and Anson Olivera grunted as a familiar lead boot kicked him in the stomach. He grunted again as his bucking fighter rammed through the CV"s drive field, but his eyes clung to his display.
The Bug CLEs which had wreaked such havoc in Justin, glared crimson within the enemy"s formation, but there weren"t many, and he bared his teeth in satisfaction. He didn"t know how the Bugs could be stupid enough not to have brought more forward - unless their own lack of fighter experience kept them from realizing how effective they were? - but he didn"t much care.
"I make it only eighteen Cataphracts, Carl. Do you confirm?"
"Affirmative, Skip." Lieutenant Hathaway sounded equally satisfied, and Olivera punched into the strike group command net.
"All right, people - listen up! We stay the h.e.l.l away from the Cataphracts and leave the Cleavers and Cannons to Commander Yeung and Commander Abbot. We want the Carbines."
"Lucky us," someone muttered, and despite his tension, Olivera smiled. The intelligence pukes who"d coined the reporting names for the Bug cruisers had a sense of humor. The Carbines were missile ships, while the Cleavers carried pure primary armaments and the Cannons packed heavy plasma gun broadsides. Primaries were useless against targets as maneuverable as fighters, and plasma guns had too little reach to engage them beyond FRAM range, but if the Bugs had cooked up an equivalent of the TFN"s AFHAWK anti-fighter missile, his people would take a pounding from the Carbines. Still, they hadn"t shown anything like it yet....
The first attack wave scorched towards its targets, and the cruisers obliged by forming a screen to intercept it short of their main force. Under normal circ.u.mstances, that was a smart move; given the plan Admiral Murak.u.ma"s staff had evolved, it was a recipe for disaster.
"Coming up on Initial Point," he murmured over the group net, and spared a glance for Jane Malachi. His pilot was completely focused on her controls, eyes glued to the red cursor of the initial point as she sped towards it and SG 47 held formation on her. Despite their losses and the short time they"d had to work up their replacements, the group was steady as a rock, and Olivera felt a fierce pride in his men and women.
"IP... now!" he snapped. The group whipped through a sharp turn, arrowing straight for its a.s.signed targets while Bug tracking systems locked them up for the close-in defenses to slaughter, and he grinned savagely. That"s right, he thought. Keep your point defense configured to shoot us, you b.a.s.t.a.r.ds. We"ve got a little surprise for you.
"Launch in seventeen seconds," Hathaway said flatly. "Fifteen. Ten. Five. Launch!"
The command fighter shuddered as it launched its missiles from five light-seconds, and Olivera"s eyes flamed with vengeful delight. The FM2 fighter missile had a lighter warhead than a FRAM, but it also had five times the range... and the Bugs had never seen it before. They"d expected the Terran squadrons to close to knife-range once more, and they"d configured their point defense to shoot at fighters, not missiles. His group"s fire streaked in virtually unopposed, and if his warheads were lighter, enough of them would do the job just as well.
Leprous light boils spalled the Bug formation. Someone howled gleefully as the first light cruiser belched air and debris, and Olivera wanted to howl himself as four more followed. SG 47 sent seventy-two missiles into its targets, and most scored direct hits. None of the ships were dead, but all fell out of formation, crippled and lamed, and the Bugs" pursuit of Murak.u.ma"s starships left them behind. That was fifteen percent of their total Carbines; it looked as if the other groups had done even better against their targets; and TF 59 hadn"t lost a single fighter!
"All right, people - back to the barn," Olivera said. "You did good; now let"s come back and do better."
"The first strike nailed eighteen," Ling Tian reported. "The second wave"s going in now."
Murak.u.ma nodded. Light cruisers were trifling targets compared to superdreadnoughts, but she had no intention of throwing her fighters against an unshaken wall of fire again. First she would whittle away at their most vulnerable screening elements, taking the easy kills and blooding her green pilots. Every cruiser she killed would weaken the close-range defenses, and then...
"They"re still pursuing, Sir," Mackenna said quietly, "but they"re dividing their forces."
He used a light pencil to indicate the twenty-odd SDs and escorting fight cruisers splitting off from the main Bug formation. It left the main force more than enough firepower to deal with TF 59 - a.s.suming it could catch the Terrans - but the second force was dropping back to cover Murak.u.ma"s most probable vector for a return to the warp point. Despite their slower speed, the two formations could "herd" her further and further from her only way back to Sarasota if they tried, but that was fine with her.
"As long as they keep concentrating on us," she murmured softly, and watched the first fighter strike race back towards its carriers to rearm.
Formations shifted as the infernally fast little attack craft poured missiles into the light cruisers. The escorts drew in closer to the capital ships, seeking to shelter under the umbrella of the battle-line"s fire, for however expendable they were, there was no point in spending them for no return. Yet the move was little help. The attack craft couldn"t throw dense enough salvos to overwhelm a superdreadnought"s point defense, but they didn"t try to. They ignored the bigger ships to continue pounding the cruisers, and only the Cataphracts had sufficient missile defenses to stave off their fire. At last the surviving cruisers actually moved inside the battle-line"s globe, concealing themselves from the enemy, but only thirty-one of them lived long enough to hide.
"Well, we"re done shooting fish in a barrel." Mackenna grimaced as the last light cruiser vanished into the midst of the Bug formation, and Murak.u.ma nodded.
"Distance from the warp point?"
"Just over twelve light-minutes for Bug Two," Ling Tian replied. "Bug One is at fifteen light-minutes; we"re at seventeen."
Murak.u.ma nodded again and glanced into the com screen linking her to TFNS Pit Viper. Demosthenes Waldeck looked back at her, and she raised one hand.
"Execute Able Three," she said.
TF 59 slowed, letting the range close, and fresh fighter strikes went in as the Matterhorn superdreadnoughts and Dunkerque battlecruisers began to fire. The Dunkerques carried almost pure SBM loads, keeping their lighter shields and weaker point defense beyond the range of any return fire, but the Matterhorns carried the smaller, shorter-ranged capital missiles, for they had the strength to stand up to counterfire and they could cram far more CMs into their magazines. The fireb.a.l.l.s of heavier warheads began to blaze, this time concentrating on the Bugs" similarly armed Archers, but the starships" salvos were carefully timed to coincide with the fighter strikes. The incoming missiles forced the Bugs to split their point defense between them and the fighters, weakening the antifighter barrage as the Terran squadrons streaked in to point-blank range at last.
Despite the covering fire, they took losses this time. Almost five percent of the attacking fighters were killed short of launch, but those who made it rippled salvos of FRAMs, and powerful warheads pounded the enemy brutally. More starships fell out of formation, and they were no longer light cruisers. The Bug battle-line trailed air-bleeding wrecks in its wake, and Murak.u.ma nodded to Commander Ling.
"Alert Mondesi and launch the drones."