"Have Mangkudilaga rearm his birds. Shipping strikes against that much firepower would be suicide, and we"ll need them for a combat s.p.a.ce patrol if they bring up carriers of their own."
"Yes, Sir. Should we launch Sha"s group now? They"re already configured for intercepts."
Cheltwyn shook his head. "No. We should have enough warning to get the CSP off from standby before anyone can hit us, and I want maximum endurance on their life support when we do launch."
"Understood, Sir."
"All right. Once you"ve pa.s.sed those instructions, get a fresh RD sh.e.l.l deployed. We don"t have enough of them, so use them to sweep a sixty-degree cone along our line of advance. We"ll just have to take our chances on the flanks."
"We could cover that with the recon fighters-" Nauhan began, then shook her head. "No. We"ll need every bird we"ve got for self-defense."
"Exactly," Cheltwyn agreed. "Besides -" he gave another bleak smile "- I want to keep the fact that we"ve got them our little secret for as long as possible. It"s unlikely these people don"t have fighters of their own, but if they think we don"t, they may come in fat and happy, and we need every edge we can get."
"Yes, Sir."
"As soon as we"ve gotten all that done," the captain went on, "run everything we got from Commodore Braun"s drone and every sensor reading Tactical and Plotting got on the actual engagement through the computers. Add Callahan"s download from what happened here and put Battle Comp on it. See if they can improve on Fritz"s guesstimate of their capabilities, then download the results and all the raw data to two courier drones. Send one to Kersaint so Hausman knows what"s going on, and send the other straight to Sarasota."
"Yes, Sir." Nauhan gazed into the plot for a moment, then raised her eyes to her CO"s.
"What does Sarasota have available, Sir?" she asked softly, and Cheltwyn sighed.
"Not enough," he admitted in an even lower voice. "Admiral Villiers is on maneuvers in K-45, but he"s only got a light task group. The next closest force is Admiral Murak.u.ma"s, and she"s clear up beyond Romulus. She"ll need time to get here... and her heaviest unit"s a battleship." He turned to face his exec squarely. "These people have one h.e.l.l of an industrial base just in this one system. If they come after us, we"re going to lose a lot of systems before we can get enough Fleet units in here to stop them, Isis."
Nauhan opened her mouth, then closed it, nodded, and walked towards the com section. Cheltwyn watched her go, and his thoughts were grimmer even than his face, for he knew what she hadn"t said. There were only five thousand colonists in the Golan System, but there were eight million in Merriweather, another thirty million in Justin, over a hundred million in Sarasota, and more than a billion in the five inhabited systems of the Remus Cl.u.s.ter, and Alex Cheltwyn and the Terran Federation Navy were oath-bound to protect them all.
He knew that. It was the highest calling he could imagine - the reason he"d first put on Navy black and silver and sworn himself to the Federation"s service - and he knew the men and women of the Fleet would honor that oath or die trying.
But he also knew that unless the TFN had one h.e.l.l of a technological advantage, this time it was a promise they couldn"t keep.
Chapter Three.
The Stuff of Dreams
No one had ever really been able to account for the existence of warp points, least of all the humans who"d blundered onto the one in Sol"s outer system by accident. Centuries ago, the great Orion astrophysicist Feemannow"hhisril predicted the presence of Khanae"s warp points, but only by inference from their effect on that system"s bodies; his work begged the question of causation. Everyone agreed they must in some way be related to the still-imperfectly-understood phenomenon of gravity, which shapes s.p.a.ce - that much was clear from the grav surge that made them directly detectable. So the most popular theory held they must result from interruptions in a galactically vast pattern of gravitational interrelationships. Fortunately for this theory, most warp points occurred in a.s.sociation with the gravity wells of stars. Unfortunately for it, some didn"t.
Starless warp nexi were as depressing for starfarers as they were frustrating for theorists. For it was only here that humans - or members of any other known species, for that matter - ever experienced the reality of the interstellar abysses they normally bypa.s.sed. Here, with no nearby sun to give a reference point, finite minds must confront infinity, and the bottomless void could swallow the soul of anyone who stared into it too long.
Rear Admiral Anthony Villiers knew the void well, for he"d spent a goodly percentage of his life in s.p.a.ce. He knew it was just as well that most of TF 58s personnel never needed to look beyond the bulkheads of their ships. The terror that could overtake even strong minds - the sensation of lostness, of awakening from a dream of cozy ordinariness into a horrifyingly incomprehensible reality - was a problem that had been outweighed in the TFN"s estimation by the security advantages of conducting maneuvers in a starless nexus like K-45. Villiers wasn"t altogether convinced.
But now he stood, ramrod-straight as usual, and stared into the flag bridge"s view screen. None of the task force"s other ships were visible, of course; even if they"d been close enough, what light was there for them to reflect? There was only an emptiness that mirrored what he felt inside as he listened to his chief of staff announce the unthinkable.
"... and so Com was able to finish copying the message before the last of the drones transited to Justin," Captain Santos reported, plowing doggedly ahead despite the Admiral"s lack of response. Could nothing take the starch out of that stiffness? "Captain Cheltwyn concludes his report to HQ by stating that he"ll soon be transiting to Indra but doesn"t intend to halt there. He"ll proceed directly to Golan and a.s.sume a defensive posture. He requests that all available reinforcements-"
"Quite," Villiers cut in abruptly, turning on his heel to face Santos. "We will discontinue the maneuvers forthwith. All elements of the task force will proceed immediately to Golan at maximum speed, Commodore." In some segments of the TFN, the shipboard courtesy "promotion" of anyone holding the rank of captain, reserving the sacrosanct t.i.tle for the skipper, was considered pa.s.s. Villiers upheld it with the same rigor he brought to the enforcement of the most traditional possible interpretation of uniform regulations. This surprised no one, least of all his staff, who now stood uncomfortably under the gaze of those pale blue eyes.
"But, Admiral," Santos said hesitantly, "we"ve received no orders to-"
"We scarcely need them, Commodore," Villiers clipped in that version of Standard English which, coming from that little island of Old Terra which had birthed the language, held a certain prestige-conferring lightness everyone else in the Federation recognized even as they resented it. "As the nearest force, we are not only authorized but required to respond to Captain Cheltwyn"s request for reinforcements. Standing Order 347-A admits of no ambiguity in this matter."
Santos" brown face remained impa.s.sive, but Commander Frankel, the operations officer, hadn"t been with Villiers long. He turned his head a few degrees toward Commander Takeda, the supply officer, and muttered, "Oh, yeah. The Orglon Scenario."
The lips under Villiers" micrometrically trimmed mustache thinned even more than was their wont, and he gave Frankel a glare beneath which the ops officer wilted. "I believe, Commander, that we can all identify the standing order in question without recourse to sensationalistic labels which the popular media have dredged up from cheap science fiction." Everyone tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, for Frankel had disturbed a particularly rampant bee in Villiers" bonnet. The real problem, of course, was that the "cheap science fiction" had been produced by a fellow TFN officer - not that Villiers would have willingly accorded Captain Marcus LeBlanc any such status. The maverick intelligence officer would have been anathema to Villiers even had he not used his spare time to write a novel almost as notable for its iconoclasm about the upper Fleet echelons as for its heterodoxy concerning potential alien threats. Still, LeBlanc"s "Orglon Empire" had filled what seemed to be a widespread need after two generations of peace. Plausible menaces were hard to come by these days.
Santos came to Frankel"s rescue by changing the subject. "You said "maximum speed," Sir. Did you mean that literally?"
"What, pray tell, might lead you to suspect I did not?" Villiers asked in a deceptively mild tone.
"But, Sir, if we run the drives flat out over that long a period, we"re likely-"
"I am quite aware of the implications, Commodore." Villiers" cold gaze swept over the staff before he resumed in fractionally less glacial tones. "If there is any truth to Captain Cheltwyn"s report - and I cannot believe he would be guilty of hysterical exaggeration - the urgency of this matter cannot be overstated. Both time and firepower are of the essence, and the task force will proceed at maximum. See to it, Commodore." Without another word, he turned away from the array of eyes with their varying degrees of resentment and gave his attention to the tactical display.
Presently the little colored dots that represented three battleships, seven battlecruisers, four light carriers, three heavy cruisers, two light cruisers and three destroyers began to curve around into courses that would take them to the warp point leading to Erebor and thence to Golan. He stole a glance at the view screen, where the stars were precessing as TFNS Rattlesnake altered heading.
It sometimes occurred to Villiers to imagine how one of the pioneering astronauts of four centuries ago would have reacted to the sight of s.p.a.cecraft performing this kind of maneuver. Depending on temperament, the astronaut would probably have sought out either psychiatric counseling or the nearest bar. For in those days, reaction drives had been - and, the physics of the day had confidently a.s.serted, would always be - the only way to get around in s.p.a.ce. Todays reactionless drives slipped through a then-unsuspected loophole in the law of conservation of momentum, although they didn"t really cancel inertia. Rather, a modern ship wrapped itself in a drive field which could best be described as an inertial sump, although the term caused the specialists to wince. Thus it had become possible to cheat Newton even before the discovery of warp points had made it possible to cheat Einstein.
But, like anything else, the drives could go wrong.... Villiers glanced back at the tac display and noted the tight formation as the task force accelerated to the maximum 25,000 KPS its battleships could maintain. Of course, how long it could continue to move at eight percent of light speed was anyone"s guess. Military engines allowed a higher tactical speed than any commercial engine could produce - the maximum speed of a battleship or SD with a commercial drive would be almost 10,000 KPS slower - but their higher power levels made them more failure p.r.o.ne. Running them at such high output for the entire voyage to Golan could have catastrophic effects, however good his engineers, and he knew it as well as Santos. Yet he"d spoken no more than the truth to the captain - indeed, rather less than the truth. His command was too weak to defeat the forces Cheltwyn had reported in a deep-s.p.a.ce battle. His only real chance was to fight delaying actions until help reached him, and he could not afford to give up a single warp point without a fight. He could only hope the mysterious unknowns - the Orglons, some annoying imp whispered at the back of his mind - would continue surveying Indra until he reached Golan, and even at these ruinous power levels, the odds that he would arrive in time were low.
None of which mattered in the least as far as his responsibilities were concerned. For now, he wouldn"t let himself think about it - or about the civilians at the Golan outpost, more civilians than he could possibly evacuate even if he packed them in like the cargo of some ancient slave ship....
He stood at the notoriously misnamed position of parade rest, gazing into the view screen and thinking thoughts that none of the men and women on the flag bridge would have guessed. For he was thinking of the sixty years that had pa.s.sed since the Theban War, and wondering if anyone ever recognized a golden age before it was over.
"Excuse me, Admiral."
Villiers looked up from the paperwork on his terminal as Captain Santos entered his briefing room. "Yes?"
"I"ve just receipted a message from Naginata, Sir. Commander Plevetskaya"s engineers have reported a serious harmonic in her Number Two Drive Room."
"How serious?"
"Bad enough they had to shut it down, Sir. Plevetskaya"s got enough reserve speed to hold station for the moment, but her people report signs of collateral damage in Drive One. She"s requested time to conduct diagnostics, but she needs to shut down Drive One to do it, so, with your permission, I"ll instruct the task force to slow to let her-"
"Out of the question, Commodore. I will depart from my usual practice and repeat myself: all elements of the task force are to proceed at maximum speed for Golan."
Santos opened his mouth, then closed it with a click, nodded sharply, and withdrew. The hatch hissed shut behind him, and Villiers gazed at it for a long, silent second. Task Force 58 was barely halfway to Erebor, and he would be fortunate indeed if Naginata was the only ship which had to drop out of formation, yet he dared not slow. It was a cruel trade-off. If he maintained speed, he lost ships he might need desperately, but if he slowed down he lost something even more precious: time.
Perhaps that"s why these b.u.g.g.e.rs put commercial drives into their warships in the first place, he thought. No Terran designer would accept such a tactical inferiority, but look at the strategic advantage it gives them. Their superdreadnoughts can actually move fifty percent faster than ours over any sort of long voyage.
He gazed at the hatch for another endless moment, then sighed. Well, I can"t change what I have - and I suspect I shall be happy enough to have it once the shooting starts!
He snorted a mirthless chuckle and returned his attention to his terminal.
As soon as possible after the task force"s arrival in the Golan system, Villiers had the man he was relieving piped aboard Rattlesnake.
Ordinarily, Captain Cheltwyn knew, his haggardness would have drawn at least an unspoken rebuke from the admiral, whose standards of punctilio sometimes provoked muttered speculations about time travelers from the Victorian era. But Villiers greeted him with his very best attempt at warmth... not that it really mattered to Alex Cheltwyn at that moment. He"d seen most of his command die and then waited in this system, praying that reinforcements arrived before the attack that would obliterate his three effective ships with contemptuous ease. He could still function, but he would never again be young.
Now he sat facing Villiers and his staff in Rattlesnake"s outrageously s.p.a.cious - or so it seemed to a man accustomed to ships of heavy cruiser size or smaller - briefing room. The staffers" eyes told him they"d hoped for some sort of reprieve from him, some silver lining to the pall his courier drones had cast over their universe, and he felt an altogether irrational guilt because he had none to give.
His eyes sought the briefing room"s view screen. Nothing could be seen save the star-blazing firmament. Golan B, this system"s cla.s.s-M secondary sun, lurked two hundred and fifty light-minutes away with its sterile brood of planets, not even visible as a ruby star. Golan A, the system primary, would have gleamed with a Sol-like yellow light calculated to awake memories imprinted in Cheltwyn"s genes, but it was in the wrong direction. So for lack of an alternative, his eyes wandered back to the troubled faces around the table.
Villiers, however, remained unruffled. Cheltwyn had never met the admiral, but so far he"d seen nothing to contradict his reputation as a man who would never enjoy widespread affection but who had a certain martinet style.
"Now, then, ladies and gentlemen," the admiral rapped, rea.s.serting control of a meeting that had threatened to drift into despondent aimlessness, "first things first. Commodore Santos, have the pinnaces completed transit to Indra?"
"They have, Sir."
"Excellent." It had been one of Villiers" first priorities on arrival. Cheltwyn could fully understand why, after having waited in this system while an enemy of unknown but certainly overwhelming strength prowled on the far side of a warp point. He"d had to live with it; none of his surviving ships could be left behind in Indra, and none of them carried warp-capable pinnaces. Villiers" capital ships did, and he"d dispatched three of them at once. They would lurk in the outer reaches of the Indra System, probing stealthily inward toward the fire of Indra"s sun to observe the enigmatic foe. They didn"t carry courier drones, of course; they were little bigger than courier drones themselves. But they would always leave at least one of their number near the warp point, poised to dash through with word of any onrushing attack.
It was, Cheltwyn reflected, a cla.s.sic problem. He who would defend a warp point knew exactly where his opponent must come from; but he normally could not know when the attack would come, and - contrary to the a.s.sumptions of journalists and politicians - no military organization can remain permanently at maximum alert. But Villiers" opponents hadn"t yet settled into Indra and, indeed, probably hadn"t yet surveyed the warp point that led to Golan, a fact he meant to exploit for all it was worth. He might face overwhelming numbers, but he would not be taken by surprise.
"Excellent," the admiral repeated, absently tapping the edge of the table with a light-pencil that he contrived to wield like an ivory-and-gold baton. "Now, as to our deployment, I know of nothing to invalidate the tactical conclusions which we reached en route, and of which I believe Commodore Cheltwyn has been apprised." He lifted one inquisitory eyebrow, and Cheltwyn nodded in confirmation. "Well, then, it"s clear enough that a light battle-line such as ours can"t hope to go toe-to-toe, as it were, with an opponent who can bring to bear the kind of tonnage Commodore Cheltwyn observed... especially in light of our lack of antimatter ordinance-"
"And," Frankel muttered, in tones just low enough to be arguably short of insubordination, "in light of the fact that we haven"t got Naginata."
Cheltwyn sucked in a breath and braced himself for an explosion. But none occurred, and he came to the realization that he was the only one who was shocked. Clearly, the ops officer had tapped into a deep pool of resentment. Even Santos" glare at his immediate subordinate seemed motivated more by outrage at violated proprieties than by any fundamental disagreement.
Villiers didn"t allow the silence to stretch. "Commander Plevetskaya has personally a.s.sured me that she antic.i.p.ates no great delay in solving her engineering problems since being left behind," he said mildly. "So Naginata should be rejoining us in short order. In the meantime, we will follow our preplanned operational dispositions. Our carrier group, including Sha and San Jacinto -" he inclined his head in Cheltwyn"s direction "- will deploy so as to be able to cover the warp point. Our battle-line will hold back and offer long-range missile support." He turned toward Cheltwyn again. "Our fighters should come as an unpleasant surprise to an opponent who apparently lacks any knowledge of them - and still lacks it, thanks to Commodore Cheltwyn"s courageous act in forebearing to reveal his fighter capability." Cheltwyn felt a glow of satisfaction at praise from a man to whom praise clearly did not come naturally.
"At the same time," Villiers continued, "this deployment will also minimize the enemy"s opportunity to use boarding tactics like those of the Thebans. Admittedly, none of Commodore Cheltwyn"s observations suggest that they employ any such tactics. Nevertheless, we want no surprises along these lines. We"re ill-equipped to face boarders in the absence of our Marines."
Heads nodded around the table. After transiting from Erebor to this system, Villiers had first proceeded to Golan A II - a life-bearing planet, but no great prize from the standpoint of human habitability - and landed all his ships" Marine detachments there before proceeding on to rendezvous with Cheltwyn"s survivors. The publicly announced reason had been to help the outpost"s administration maintain order in event of panic. The real reason was known to everyone in the briefing room, but Villiers" next words brought it home to them anew, and Cheltwyn felt his depression come flooding back.
"This leads us to the matter of contingency planning for the evacuation of Golan A II," the admiral stated inexorably. "The chief engineer has prepared an estimate of how many civilians we can accommodate with the Marine berthing s.p.a.ces freed up and by going to emergency life-support procedures. It is, of course, nothing like the outpost"s entire population. But, on a positive note, it is a figure which we can realistically hope to embark in a short period of time, especially given the fact that the Marines are already planet-side and won"t have to be debarked simultaneously." Villiers paused reflectively, evidencing no reaction to, or even awareness of, the seeming drop in the briefing room"s temperature. Then he resumed with his customary briskness.
"The problem, of course, is one of choosing which civilians can be evacuated and which will remain. After studying the chief engineer"s report and the local demographic data, I have decided that first priority will be given to children of age twelve and under, and second priority to pregnant women. We should be able - barely - to accommodate all members of these two categories."
Santos spoke impa.s.sively, breaking the silence. "One possible problem, Admiral. The separation of the members of these... categories from their families may cause difficulties. It could result in disruptions which we can ill afford, since any such evacuation will, by its nature, be subject to a tight schedule - if," he added, almost defiantly, "it takes place at all."
"A valid concern, Commodore. Before his disembarkation at Golan A II, I spoke privately to Major Kemal. He is fully aware of such potential problems, and is prepared to take whatever measures are necessary to a.s.sure the successful evacuation of those we are able to evacuate. He," Villiers continued, laying a slight stress on the p.r.o.noun, "is under no illusions as to our ability to save all the civilian population here, nor as to our duty to save those we can." He ran his cold eyes around the table, forcing each of them to meet his gaze. And some of them thought of that which he left unsaid: the fact that if they were forced out of Golan they"d be in the same position all over again in Erebor... except that this system held five thousand civilians and that one held over fifty....
The chime of his bedside communicator, and the whooping of klaxons through the structure of the ship, awakened Villiers. He tried to speak, but had to swallow before he could address the machine. "Yes?"
"Admiral," came the voice of Rattlesnake"s captain, "the pinnaces have transited back from Indra, broadcasting the alert. As per your standing orders, I"ve sounded general quarters."
"Quite right, Captain. I"ll be on the flag bridge directly."
Odd, he thought as he swung out of his bunk. He should have been fighting a black tide of despair, because he"d awakened into his ultimate nightmare: the attack had come before any reinforcements had reached him. But he found he preferred that nightmare, even though there was no awakening from it, to the one from which the communicator had roused him - the one in which all the dying women and children had worn the faces of his wife and daughter.
Chapter Four.
"What else would you have me do?"
Explosions and all other manifestations of violence, however cataclysmic, produce no noise in the vacuum of s.p.a.ce. So there was nothing incongruous or eerie about the silence in which the events at the warp point linking Golan with Indra were transpiring. What was eerie was the silence on Rattlesnake"s flag bridge, where Anthony Villiers and his staff stood with shock-marbled faces and watched Ragnarok unfold.
The returning pinnaces had warned them of what to expect. But those dryly factual reports hadn"t prepared them for the reality of a dozen mountainous superdreadnoughts emerging one after another from the warp point, intruding their brutal ma.s.ses into the metrical frame of local s.p.a.ce/time like malignant tumors.
Nevertheless, there had been enough warning for the six carriers, positioned to cover the warp point, to launch their full complements of fighters before the first of the mysterious hostiles materialized. And the invaders" vectors were randomized, as was inevitable on emergence from an unsurveyed warp point. So it was under optimum conditions that the fighters, laden with external FR1 close attack missiles, swooped down on those mammoth ships out of h.e.l.l.
Sending them in against such odds with weapons as short-ranged as the FR1 had been a grim decision, yet there was little choice. The longer-ranged FM2 would have allowed them to attack from beyond the effective close-in envelope of most antifighter weapons, but an entire squadron could mount only twelve FM2s, and that throw weight was too little to saturate a superdreadnought"s point defense. One or two would probably get through, but even if TF 58 had had antimatter warheads, the FM2 couldn"t mount one. They needed the greater damage the heavy warhead of an FR1 could deliver, and the close-attack weapon moved at such high velocities as to be impossible for point defense to intercept. Villiers" pilots would pay a high price to get into range in the first place, but once they did, they would also inflict far, far greater damage.
Fortunately, it soon became apparent that Cheltwyn - now aboard Ska, commanding the carriers - was right. No opponent with experience of fighters would have made so little effort to avoid letting those tiny craft slip into the blind zones that starships" s.p.a.ce-distorting reactionless drives created directly aft of themselves... a conclusion reinforced by the ineffectual quality of the enemy"s point defense fire. So almost all of the carriers" hundred and eight fighters survived to send their FR1s racing ahead, overloaded little drives piling acceleration atop the fighters" own vectors and suicide-compelled cybernetic brains seeking self-immolation.
It took seconds for the light of the explosions to reach Villiers" battle-line, hanging back at extreme missile range. The people on the flag bridge watched, faces bathed in the glare of nuclear warheads and the strings of secondary explosions that erupted as shields went down and bare metal sundered. They watched in silence as the readouts told a tale of devastation beyond their peacetime-conditioned imaginations - all of them but one. For Villiers, though appalled as any, forced himself to a.n.a.lyze the readouts beyond the raw totals of vaporized tonnage.
"Commodore Santos," he said after a moment. The chief of staff started, for the clipped voice had been almost like a gunshot in the hush. "If you will note, certain patterns appear to be emerging in the data."
"Patterns, Sir?" Santos moved to join the admiral while the others looked on. "You mean the enemy"s apparent unfamiliarity with fighters?"
"Yes; Commodore Cheltwyn certainly stands confirmed on that point. But I"m thinking now of the response to our own missile fire." The battleships and battlecruisers had been supporting the fighters with missile fire, not very effective at this range. "Or, rather, the lack of any such response after the initial release of their external ordinance. This, combined with the volume of energy-weapon fire the fighters have reported - ineffectual fire, unsurprisingly given that ship-to-ship weapons aren"t intended for an antifighter role - point to only one conclusion."
"You mean, Sir... ?"
"Precisely. Those superdreadnoughts are pure energy-weapon platforms, with no integral missile armament. So the enemy"s possession of antimatter warheads is, at present, academic." Villiers" sharply chiseled features wore an annoyed expression. "Pity. We could have positioned ourselves at a more effective missile range from the warp point. But that"s water over the dam, isn"t it? At present, the fighters are retiring to rearm, and the enemy is still coming. We must engage them more closely at once. Captain Kruger," he spoke in the direction of a com pickup, addressing Rattlesnake"s captain. A series of orders were pa.s.sed, and the battle-line began to advance.
"Sir," Santos spoke up, "superdreadnought-sized enemy units are still emerging from the warp point. Some of them, in the later waves, are bound to mount missile launchers. And they do have antimatter warheads...."
"True enough, Commodore. But I call your attention to another pattern in the data. Please note these recurring figures in the fighters" reports of the volume of fire they encountered."
Santos studied the columns of figures, while others, including Frankel, peered over his shoulders. Slowly, the chief of staff"s frown smoothed itself out into understanding.
"Admiral, unless I"m misreading the data, those -" he caught himself before using a colorfully obscene term "- hostiles really don"t have command datalink!"
"Exactly so, Commodore; Commodore Cheltwyn would appear to have been correct about that, as well. And, given that advantage in fire control technology, I am prepared to risk a missile duel with an antimatter-armed opponent - even without Naginata." The battlecruiser had limped into Golan only four hours before the attack had begun, and was still toiling across the system at a speed not even Commander Plevetskaya"s frantic determination could improve. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, I suggest that we let Captain Kruger fight her ship and concentrate on trying to discern further clues as to the enemy"s capabilities and intentions."
Santos" "Aye, aye, Sir" was echoed by a rumble of agreement from the staff, including an unexpectedly emphatic contribution from Frankel.
Villiers" battle-line - so puny in tonnage compared to the procession of enemy SDs that continued to emerge into Golan s.p.a.ce - closed to effective missile range, and the s.p.a.ce-wracking release of energies escalated to a level that s.p.a.ce itself seemed insufficient to contain.
It soon became apparent the enemy"s fire control was, indeed, a generation behind the TFN"s. Only half as many of those dark ships could link into a single ent.i.ty for targeting purposes. Perhaps even more importantly, that applied to defensive fire as well as missile salvos, for after the first dozen superdreadnoughts had come others that did mount missile launchers, in the numbers possible only to hulls of such size. And they did have antimatter warheads for those missiles. But only occasionally could such a missile get through the lattice of defensive lasers from as many as six Terran ships. The few that did were enough to savage the battleships Aide and Culloden and obliterate the heavy cruiser Emanuele Filiberto and the destroyers Lancer and Suleiman - nothing less than a capital ship could withstand more than a very few hits from the fires of antimatter annihilation. But time and again six of Villiers" ships sent the entire output of their launchers to converge on a single target as though actuated by a single will. Their warheads, though limited to essentially the same merely nuclear energies that had seared Hiroshima and Bombay so long ago, would ignite simultaneously in a cl.u.s.ter of fireb.a.l.l.s that grew, touched and blended together in a single glare of destruction that revealed an expanding cloud of gas and glowing debris when it faded. And Villiers, maintaining a mask of cold aloofness amid the whoops and shouts of triumph on the flag bridge, allowed himself for the barest instant to hope.
But still those ships came. There were no more superdreadnoughts after the twenty-fourth of those Brobdingnagian vessels had emerged - to their deaths, in nine cases. But battlecruisers followed, one after another with nightmarish repet.i.tion, and they were armed with missiles - full magazines of missiles. Villiers studied the dwindling totals of his own ships" depletable munitions with a concentration broken only by the report that the destroyer Danton had died. That brief, cruel moment of near-euphoria that had slipped past his defenses only made it worse.