"Sir! Sir!"
Raphael Mondesi swore and s.n.a.t.c.hed for a towel as the young Peaceforce lieutenant charged into the head, waving a message board in one hand, and skidded to a halt.
"What?" Mondesi asked sharply, killing the water with one irritated hand while the other tried awkwardly to whip the towel about his waist. He was not amused, but Lieutenant Jeffers seemed unaware of that as she thrust the message board at him.
"It"s Redemption, Sir! They"re mounting Redemption!"
Mondesi forgot all about showers and jerked the board from her hand. He darted a lightning glance over the display, then threw the board back to her, knotted the towel in place, and ran barefoot for his command center.
"Drone coming through, Sir."
Commodore Reichman looked up quickly, and the light cruiser Ashigara"s com officer pressed her earbug more firmly against her ear as she listened to the downloaded message.
"Execute Redemption!" she announced, and Reichman nodded to his ops officer.
"You heard the admiral, Al."
"Yes, Sir!" Commander Alvin Lopez grinned as hugely as if he were headed for one of his beloved jai alai games rather than an excellent chance of getting himself killed and began transmitting orders to Task Group 59.3"s thirteen Dull Knife transports and the three CVLs and nine light cruisers of their escort.
Frieda Jaeger jerked as a hand pounded her shoulder. She blinked sleep-crusted eyes and reached instinctively for her com console as adrenaline flooded her exhausted body, but she wasn"t in her Asp. She was in her bedroll under it, and she reached up to catch Sergeant Major McNeil"s wrist before the noncom could pound her again.
"What the h.e.l.l-" she began sharply, but McNeil broke in on her.
"Redemption, Sir! We just got the alert - Admiral Murak.u.ma"s launching Redemption!"
Jaeger rolled out from under the Asp, irritation forgotten. She stared at McNeil for a fleeting moment, then bounded to her feet.
"ETA?" she snapped.
"Two hours," the sergeant replied, and Jaeger winced. She"d known warning would be short, but the original plan hadn"t counted on having a Bug division less than forty klicks from the Edward Mountain evacuation site. The refugees immediately behind her battered battalion were well concealed, but she had to start them moving within ninety minutes if they were going to be on-site when the shuttles arrived. Yet the Bugs were almost certain to spot them the instant she put them in motion. Worse, their movement towards the LZ would point the Bugs at that, as well.
"Any orders from HQ?"
"Your discretion, Sir," McNeil said grimly, and Jaeger mouthed a silent curse. She couldn"t fault HQ"s decision - she was the senior officer on the spot - but the crushing responsibility for five thousand civilian lives slammed down on her like a boulder.
She stared into the moonlit night and rubbed her hands up and down her thighs as she tried to balance imperatives and possibilities. She had to get those people moving, but what was left of her battalion could only hold the Bugs off so long....
"Seventy minutes," she said abruptly, and turned to face McNeil. "Find Captain El-Hamna. Have him pa.s.s the order to stand to. As soon as the civilians start moving, all h.e.l.l is going to come down on us. We"ll go with Stonewall."
"Aye, Sir!" McNeil dashed off into the darkness, and Jaeger bent to pick up her uniform jacket, wishing she hadn"t given up her own zoot to help equip her small mobile reserve.
She had a feeling she was going to need it.
Commodore Reichman"s task group scorched through the warp point at its best speed. The big, vulnerable transports slowed it, but the main Bug units were too far away to intercept, and he stared fixedly at his plot, hoping they stayed that way. The Dull Knifes were big enough to read as battleships to any hostile sensors, and if the Bugs thought they really were battleships, they might well wheel to go after them.
But it didn"t look like they were going to. His CVLs launched recon fighters to sweep ahead while recon drones covered the flanks, and the battle between Murak.u.ma"s main body and its pursuers redoubled in intensity as she pounded them harder than ever. It was her job to draw the enemy onto her own force, luring him away from the transports, and she was paying a price to do it. Scanner resolution was poor at this range, but her superdreadnoughts were taking a beating, and now her handful of shorter-ranged battleships were closing to support them.
The sudden appearance of still more invaders surprised the Fleet. The new force was less numerous than the first, but it contained twice as many battleships. Added to the force already engaged, it might have had a decisive effect, yet it was running away from the engagement. The Fleet"s doctrine offered no explanation for its purpose, but if those ships wished to abandon their consorts to destruction, that was acceptable.
"Got something, Skip. Looks like a cloaked Barfly."
Commander Alice Depogue, CO of the light carrier Amir, glanced at her plot and nodded.
"Got it, Frank," she told her exec, and studied the data relayed from the recon fighter. It certainly looked like one of the cloak-capable picket cruisers, and it seemed to be maneuvering to ambush TG 59.3. Gutsy move, she conceded silently, but stupid. The TFN had ama.s.sed enough data to know the Barflies were easy meat for fighter strikes, and she bared her teeth.
"Have the recon birds stay clear. If they don"t know we"ve seen them, keep it that way."
"Aye, Skip." Amir"s com officer nodded, and Depogue looked at her fighter ops officer.
"Pa.s.s the word to Commander Sinkman, Etienne. Full group launch - I want that b.a.s.t.a.r.d killed in a single pa.s.s."
Reichman watched Amir"s strike group blow the lone cruiser to vapor and nodded in approval as the victorious squadrons wheeled quickly back to rearm while the recon fighters continued their search for prey. But there was tension under his satisfaction. The smaller of the two Bug forces was dropping back. It was still closer to Murak.u.ma than to him, but it might not stay that way, and he had only fifty-four fighters of his own. If the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds came in on him...
He twitched his shoulders. There was nothing he could do but wait and see, and he was already closing on the planet. The Bugs had placed a dozen missile platforms around it - not to engage attacking starships, but to support their ground troops with orbital strikes - and he had to kill them before they spotted the evacuation sites, whatever the risk to TG 59.3.
"Instruct Akagi to launch her strike," he said harshly, and a full third of his limited fighter strength went scorching off towards the distant sapphire on his visual display.
"Holy shi-!"
The expletive in Major Jaeger"s earbug chopped off with sickening suddenness as whoever had started to utter it died. Her camouflaged Asp sat in the saddle of a steep ridge, and the night below her was hideous with explosions and small arms fire. The Bugs were coming in on her even harder than she"d feared, and her support squads were running short of ammo. Here and there Bug thrusts had gotten into her positions, and deadly firefights raged as her people fought frantically to beat them back again.
She wrenched her eyes to the display, and her fists clenched on her console. Her main line was buckled, but it was holding. Barely, perhaps, and at hideous cost, but holding. Yet while it held, a Bug pincer was sweeping out around her flank. No doubt it meant to curl into her rear and smash her, but one of the refugee columns lay squarely in its path. She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood as she thought of the five hundred terrified men, women and children struggling through the darkness, and her voice was harsh.
"McNeil!"
"Aye, Sir!"
"Tell Lieutenant Harpe-"
"Harpe"s dead, Skipper," the zooted sergeant interrupted, and Jaeger cursed.
"All right. Get over there and take command. There"s a Bug thrust coming around Captain Thaler"s flank. Hit them at the river and hold their a.s.ses."
"Aye, aye, Sir!"
McNeil vanished in a whine of exoskeletal "muscles," and Jaeger stared after her for a moment. They both knew what the sergeant was going into, and she suddenly wished she"d taken time to say good-bye.
"They"re pounding Jaeger hardest," Simon Merman said, "but they"re going after the Lake Anderson site almost as hard."
"I know." Mondesi stared at the display, fingers drumming on the edge of his console, then nodded grimly. "Send Major Ashman to support Lake Anderson," he said harshly.
"But Jaeger-" Merman began, but Mondesi cut him off.
"Jaeger"s gone, Simon." Loss and helpless rage filled his grating voice. "She"s too weak, and we can"t get there in time. If we try to reinforce both sites, we"ll only lose them both."
"But we"re talking about five thousand civilians!" Merman protested in raw anguish, and Mondesi closed his eyes.
"I know," he repeated, "but we can"t reinforce failure. If we try, we lose ten thousand." He stared into the plot, unwilling to meet Merman"s eyes. The blur of combat chatter muttered from the com section behind him, and the Peaceforcer barely heard his final words. "Jaeger"s on her own, G.o.d help her," Brigadier Raphael Mondesi said softly.
The second enemy force launched attack craft at the planet, blotting away the fire support stations, and the smaller of the defending forces reacted at last. It curved away from the main engagement, swinging back towards the planet as the threat to its own ground forces finally registered. If those battleships wanted to, they could sterilize the planet with a saturation bombardment, paying the trifling price of their own noncombatants to wipe out every warrior on its surface. That could not be permitted, but the enemy was foolishly reluctant to sacrifice his starships in combat. A threat in sufficient strength might deflect him from his mission, and the ma.s.sive superdreadnoughts forged ahead at their best speed to present that threat.
"They"re coming in on us, Sir."
Reichman looked at Tacticals display. Twenty-three SDs and the tattered remnants of forty CLs bore down on his rear, and he studied the time estimates closely. The Bugs were slower than he. He could break off and evade them with ease, but if he continued with his mission, they"d be able to range on him within forty-five minutes of the time he entered orbit. He bit his lip for a moment, then punched a com stud.
"General Servais?"
"Yes, Commodore?"
"The enemy is diverting a heavy force after us. That means our window just got a lot narrower, but I think we"ve swept the area between us and the planet clear of Bug starships, and the little we"re getting from planet-side sounds like Mount Edward and Lake Anderson are under heavy pressure. I recommend you launch your shuttles now, Sir."
"Agreed." The confirmation came back immediately, and the a.s.sault shuttles of four fresh battalions of Terran Marine Raiders, every man and woman of them a volunteer, spat from the transports Hasdrubal, Insula and Viracocha. They raced for the planet, stark naked if the fighters had missed a single Bug cruiser, and Reichman watched them go, then looked at his ops officer.
"Turn the escorts around," he said quietly. "We"ve got to buy the transports some time."
"We can"t hold "em, Skipper!" Helen McNeil"s voice burned in Jaeger"s earbug, and the major"s face was beaten iron as the thunder of combat came to her over the link. Her main position had been breached frontally in two places, and the force battering McNeil"s hopelessly outnumbered Raiders was less than five klicks from the refugee column.
"We"re down to fifteen zoots," McNeil continued, "and-"
"Buy me some more time, Helen!" Jaeger heard the desperation in her own voice and hated herself for asking the impossible.
"We"re trying, Skip, but-"
McNeil"s link went dead, and Jaeger"s heart twisted in anguish. It was all coming apart. Her entire position couldn"t hold fifteen more minutes. Even now, less than half her people could possibly disengage, and if she didn"t start pulling back now- "Edward Mountain, Edward Mountain. This is General Servais. I have two Raider battalions twenty minutes out. Send drop coordinates. Edward Mountain, Edward Mountain, I say again. Two battalions with shuttle air support twenty minutes out. Send coordinates now."
Jagger twitched as the totally unexpected voice rattled her earbug. For just an instant, hope flared, but then it died. Her people couldn"t hold twenty more minutes if G.o.d Himself ordered it. She could fall back, but with Bugs already in among her positions, the chances of disengaging were minute. And even if she pulled it off, she would have abandoned five hundred civilians, and she couldn"t do that. She simply couldn"t. Even if she could, it was unlikely she could stand again anywhere short of the evacuation site itself, and air support or no, if Servais" raiders had to drop into a landing zone under direct enemy fire- Her nostrils flared, and she closed her eyes. Then she opened them once more, and they were very still as she punched the transmit b.u.t.ton.
"This is Edward Mountain. Your LZ is the evacuation site, General."
"We can reinfor-" Servais began, but she shook her head, almost as if he could see her.
"I say again, your landing zone is the evac site," she said flatly, and switched frequencies.
"Lieutenant Haldane."
"Aye, Sir!"
Weapons thundered in the valley below as the commander of her last four surviving a.s.sault skimmers replied. Jaeger watched the holocaust grinding up the slope towards her and knew Haldane expected her to send him into it in a desperate bid to hold the enemy while she disengaged. But that wasn"t what she intended. A fighting withdrawal wouldn"t work, yet there was still one way she might manage to divert the Bugs from the evac site.
"We"ve lost our right flank," she said almost conversationally, "and the Bugs are closing on Reitner"s refugee column at Alpha-Six. Get over there. Hit the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds with everything you"ve got and open a hole for him, then cover him to the evac site. Understood?"
There was a moment of silence, and then Haldane cleared his throat.
"Understood, Sir, but... what about the battalion?"
"Just get Reitner"s people out, Jeff," Jaeger said softly. She tapped one last frequency change into her console, patching into the all-channels com net of her dying battalion, and stood. She shimmied into the access trunk of the Asp"s turret, settled herself in the fighting chair, and placed her hands on the grips of the single multi-barreled autocannon which was the lightly armored vehicle"s sole offensive weapon, then keyed her boom mike.
"All units, this is Jaeger," she said. "Fresh forces are dropping on the LZ in -" she glanced at her chrono "- seventeen minutes. It"s up to us to make sure there"s an LZ for them to land on, and that means sucking the enemy away from it. Attack. I repeat, attack. Break into the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds. Make them worry about us, not advancing... and G.o.d bless."
She closed down the com and looked at the small screen that held her driver"s face.
"Let"s go, Sandy," she said quietly, and the Asp lurched downslope into the inferno.
Chapter Thirteen.
"You know I can"t tell him that!"
Alpha Centauri A was at midmorning height, and its yellow light streamed at a forty-five degree angle through the conference room"s tall windows. Alpha Centauri B, the orange companion star, was too far away in its highly eccentric orbit to complicate the day-night dichotomy. And the late-M type third component was, as always, invisible without the aid of powerful telescopes. Midori Kozlov recalled that component C - distinctly second-rate even as red dwarfs went - had been discovered in the twentieth century and dubbed "Proxima Centauri" because it had possessed the one lonely distinction of being Old Terra"s closest stellar neighbor. (Except, of course, for Sol, which didn"t count.) n.o.body had thought of it for generations, least of all the inhabitants of Nova Terra and Eden, the twin planets that occupied Alpha Centauri A"s second orbit and const.i.tuted humanity"s oldest, richest and most populous extrasolar colony.
Gazing around at the austere, understated elegance of the chamber, Kozlov thought it had been good of Nova Terra"s planetary government to provide these facilities, for there was certainly nothing so nice in the TFN reservation. The footage from Erebor had shocked the mush-minds who governed this planet into an awareness of which universe they were living in. They"d doubtless recover from their temporary attack of common sense, but for the present they were cooperating with the military in exemplary fashion. And right now, like everyone else, they were euphoric over the news of Operation Redemption. Murak.u.ma had lost a battleship, three battlecruisers and six lighter units, but she"d inflicted the customary disproportionate losses and s.n.a.t.c.hed 48,000 civilians from the teeth, or whatever, of the Bugs.
Like all the staffers, Kozlov sat with her back to the chamber"s walls, well back from the oval table - well back, but readily available at call. They didn"t have long to wait before the Grand Allied Joint Chiefs of Staff began to file in and take their places at the table, where only they might sit. Ivan Antonov stationed himself before the chair directly in front of her, while his three colleagues moved to their specially designed chair equivalents. Last to enter was Hannah Avram, who moved to a chair midway along one side of the table.
"Please be seated, ladies and gentlemen," the Sky Marshal said. The form of address was automatic, even though all four of the Joint Chiefs were males of their respective species. And, Kozlov reflected, at least it was a nice gesture from the standpoint of the females among the spear-carriers lining the walls. Avram waited a couple of heartbeats after everyone was settled before resuming.
"On behalf of the Terran Federation Navy, I formally declare this meeting convened. I am gratified that the work of establishing Allied Grand Fleet Headquarters is going smoothly, and that everyone concerned came so readily to agreement that the Alpha Centauri System was the logical location for it-"
"Especially considering the alternative," a mischievous voice whispered into Kozlov"s left ear. She turned a slantwise glare on the speaker, but Ensign Kevin Sanders" blue eyes lost none of their twinkle and his grin made his sharp features look even more foxlike than usual. The fresh-caught snotty must have attracted somebody"s attention at the Academy, for he"d gone directly to work - albeit in a very junior capacity - for the Sky Marshal"s staff spook. And although he was a little too irrepressible for Kozlov"s tastes, she"d taken him along to Antonov"s staff. These days, with so much to deduce about the Bugs from so little data, a capacity for original thought covered a mult.i.tude of sins.
And, she reminded herself, he was right. It would have been out of the question to headquarter Allied Grand Fleet in the Solar System, where it would have looked entirely too much like a Federation agency for alien sensibilities. Alpha Centauri might be only one warp transit from Sol (and an insignificant four-and-a-third light-years in reals.p.a.ce, though n.o.body but astronomers thought in those terms anymore), but that one warp transit placed it at a symbolically important remove from the Federation government"s seat on Old Terra.
Still, the choice made military as well as political sense. In addition to being an economic powerhouse, Alpha Centauri possessed no less than eight warp points - one of which connected with Sol"s solitary one. This system had been humanity"s gateway to the galaxy, and from the security standpoint its location deep in the heart of the Federation was unbeatable. Where could the Grand Alliance"s top bra.s.s be any safer than here?