"a.s.semblywoman Wister," he greeted mildly. Too mildly. People in the lobby who knew him blanched, although Wister remained oblivious. "As you can see, I"m somewhat rushed just now. But you can contact my public relations officer at-"
"Oh, no!" Wister struck a pose for the cameras. "There"ll be no coverup by the Military Establishment this time, Admiral! I am reliably informed that the ravening, genocidal Bug hordes that the Navy inexcusably allowed to enter this system launched courier drones, presumably carrying navigational information."
"I seem to recall, Legislative a.s.semblywoman Wister, that you are on record as objecting vociferously to the "unenlightened" use of the term "Bugs" for our opponents in the current unpleasantness. I believe your objections were voiced in the course of the debate in which you opposed reimplementation of General Directive 18."
"Cheap shot!" Wister shot back, face half-turned to the cameras. "Typical of the mean-spirited attacks with which the Navy seeks to divert the People"s attention from its failure to totally exterminate these galactic vermin - as I have advocated from the first! But as I was saying, I have it from reliable sources that some of the Bugs" courier drones were allowed to escape!"
"Presumably, Legislative a.s.semblywoman Wister, your "reliable sources" are our own press releases, for that has never been a secret. Our first priority was to locate the warp point from which the Bugs had emerged. The need to concentrate on this objective meant that some of the courier drones did, indeed, escape. This was perhaps regrettable, but not disastrous given that we now know where any subsequent attackers must appear and can therefore defend against them."
"Yes," Wister replied with a theatrical sneer, and Antonov"s eyes hardened. The fact that self-serving politicos disgusted him didn"t mean he didn"t understand them, and she clearly had no interest at all in anything he might say. She was proceeding along her own script for the press"s benefit, and the sound-byte opportunity of the Navy"s "failure" was simply too good for her to pa.s.s up. Especially now. Her public stance had undergone a remarkable change from obstructionism to frothing at the mouth enthusiasm when her precious const.i.tuents found themselves on the front line. It seemed the prospect of hanging could concentrate even Nova Terrans" thoughts. What a pity nothing short of that could do the trick!
"I"m aware of the Navy"s feeble excuse that the Bugs entered through an unknown warp point," she continued. "I am also aware that you are now departing with large forces, leaving Alpha Centauri undefended, naked before these murderous alien hordes! As a member of the Naval Oversight Committee, I promise you there will be a full investigation of your failure to defend the civilian populace of this system."
If I squash this svolochy as she deserves, it will only serve her own ends, Antonov told himself, and forced his deep, rumbling voice to remain calm and reasonable.
"Since you are aware of so much else, a.s.semblywoman Wister, you must be aware that we have taken steps to secure this system against attack, and that additional reinforcements have already been ordered by Sky Marshal Avram herself to join Admiral MacGregor -" he indicated the woman beside him "- here in Centauri in my absence."
"Nor will the inquiry stop there," Wister raved on without a break. She was pleased to note the expression on the Orion"s face. As a rule, she despised the Orions who had invaded Centauri since the Alliance"s activation almost as much as her own militarists, but such a broad, toothy smile could only be one of sympathy and encouragement. "We will have answers, Admiral! Answers to the larger question of why the Navy, in well over two years of war, has not wiped out these inhuman monsters to the last foul creature! There will be a thorough housecleaning of-"
"Major Lin!" It wasn"t so much Antonov"s increased volume that caused Wister to stop short. It was more a kind of subliminal, almost subterranean vibration in his ba.s.s voice.
"Sir!" The Marine major in charge of security hurried over and snapped to attention, "Major, this area is to be cleared at once. The entire building is off-limits to unauthorized personnel until further notice from Lord Talphon. Now, get this pizda out of here."
Lin gulped. He"d been around Ivan the Terrible long enough to know that what the admiral had called Wister was the equivalent of an English-speaker"s use of the word "a.s.shole." But he also knew that the idiom - used without regard to the gender of the individual in question - translated literally as "c.u.n.t." Luckily, Wister"s blank look suggested she was unaware of that fact. "Yes, Sir!" he rapped.
Antonov started to turn to go, then paused with the movement half completed. When he spoke, his voice was mild again. "You know, Ms. Wister, there is a mistaken proverb which tells us that those who are ignorant of the past are condemned to repeat it. In fact, they"re lucky if they"re allowed to repeat it. More probably, they"re condemned to something even worse than the past. This is doubly true of those who believe that their ignorance somehow makes them morally superior to those who don"t share it." He turned back and faced Wister squarely, looking at her as he might have looked at something disgusting in a plate of food. "I go now to lead brave men and women into what will be, for many of them, death. They go willingly, out of devotion to a state which unfortunately is not worthy of it. But, as someone once said, it is the quality of the pa.s.sion that matters, not its object." He turned on his heel and strode away through a thundering silence.
Behind him, Bettina Wister held her head high as she was led away. It was a lovely image for the cameras, she thought: a small, harmless civilian woman between two huge, hard-faced Marine guards. It was even more than she"d hoped for, and she hid her triumph behind an expression of outraged dignity, already considering the most effective way for her staffers to cut and edit the recordings.
The type K0 orange primary star of this system (its remote red dwarf companion was quite invisible) reflected feebly from the flanks of Second Fleet"s ships. Ivan Antonov stood on TFNS Colorado"s flag bridge and gazed at the view screen. One volume of s.p.a.ce was much like any other, he supposed. But there was something special about this particular expanse of nothingness. For he was looking at original, pre-war Bug s.p.a.ce. He was the first human since Commodore Lloyd Braun to look on such s.p.a.ce - and the first ever to look on it as a conqueror.
Admiral van der Gelder"s Task Force 22 had led the way through the warp point from Alpha Centauri behind the new fourth generation SBMHAWKs that had blasted a path through the warp point covering force... including the gunboats, whose point defense was useless against the sprint-mode missiles the new pods could carry. Raymond Prescott had transited in her wake. His Task Force 21 included his own veteran light carrier force from the Kliean campaign as well as the cream of the new-construction fast superdreadnoughts and refitted battlecruisers. It was like a weapon forged for his hand, and he"d wielded it like a kendo master. He"d swept around behind the defenders and driven them into the waiting jaws of van der Gelder"s battle-line and Vice Admiral Taathaanahk"s fighters, many of them Ophiuchi-piloted and operating from the new a.s.sault carriers, and the Bugs hadn"t stood a chance. They"d died with their usual horrifying obliviousness to personal survival, inflicting whatever damage they could on an enemy who possessed the prohibitive fire-control advantages of command datalink. And now Antonov stood in the midst of a fleet that was verging on euphoria at the lightness of its losses, waiting for the reports from the drones that had sped on ahead to spy out the system he"d already dubbed Anderson One in honor of his old friend.
"We"re getting preliminary readings, Admiral." Blanton Stovall spoke from behind him. "No indication of any habitation - all the planets are useless rockb.a.l.l.s or gas giants anyway."
Antonov tried not to show his disappointment. Too bad the first conquered Bug system should turn out to be an undistinguished acc.u.mulation of cosmic detritus. Come, Vanya, he chided himself. What did you expect? To transit from Alpha Centauri directly into the capital system of the Tsar of all the Bugs?
"One lucky break - we think we"ve already inferred the general location of one warp point," Stovall went on. "It"s in the inner system, which is why the drones picked it up so quickly, while looking for life-bearing planets. We"re putting it on the display now."
Antonov turned to the holo tank in which the system"s features were winking to life as fast as their existence was confirmed. The icon of a warp point had begun to blink off and on, fairly close to the system primary.
"The search for warp points must take first priority," he rumbled. "We must secure this system against counterattack as quickly as possible."
Stovall nodded in understanding. The Bugs, by fighting to the last ship and not even attempting to flee, had deprived them of any indication of where more of their kind might be expected to appear. This newly discovered warp point might be the gateway to the enemy"s heartland, or it might not. And any pickets at other warp points would, of course, have departed by now, before anyone was close enough to detect their departure.
"We"ll be prepared to act on any data we receive, Sir," Stovall said confidently. "Now that Admiral Chin"s fleet train has transited from Centauri, our post-battle repairs are well in hand."
"Good. Keep me informed of any-"
"Admiral!" Armand de Bertholet"s voice came from the flag bridge"s com station, where he leaned over an operators shoulder. "New reports from the inward-bound drones indicate... Well , you can see for yourself in the tank."
Antonov did. A short distance outward from the inner-system warp point, but still almost six light-hours from Second Fleet, tiny red icons were popping out like smallpox.
"Bogies," Stovall said unnecessarily.
"Quite a few of them," added Midori Kozlov, joining them. "They can"t have already been in this system."
"Of course not," de Bertholet said emphatically. "Their vector shows they"ve come from that inner warp point. And if their velocity"s held constant, they must have emerged from it -" he fiddled with his wrist calculator "- just as we were mopping up the last of the defense force."
"Good timing, from our standpoint," Stovall put in drily.
"But I don"t know how valid that constant-velocity a.s.sumption is," Kozlov said. "They"re moving at what has to be the pace of their slowest ships. They"re also keeping a very tight formation, from what we can tell. All in all, I"d say they"re advancing very cautiously."
"Wouldn"t you, in their place?" De Bertholet"s rhetorical question was almost challenging. For reasons doubtless related to his upbringing, he had a way of carrying off remarks that in anyone else would have sounded like sheer bravado. Even his appearance helped; he always kept within grooming and uniform standards, but he still managed to have the kind of looks that had once been called "Byronic," a word whose root no one remembered. He turned to Antonov and Stovall, body language fairly shouting urgency. "Admiral, we must engage them without delay!"
"I think we should amend that to "without unnecessary delay," Commander," Stovall spoke in mild reproof. "We"ve still got some repairs in progress, and I believe we can afford to complete them."
"Get me reports from the ships in question, Commodore Stovall," Antonov ordered. "Also whatever data the drones can provide on this force"s composition. Like you, I"d rather complete repairs before we advance. But the important thing is getting those svolochy out of this system."
"And so," Midori Kozlov concluded her presentation, "before the Bug force departed through the warp point we were able to make a definitive estimate of its composition, at least by ma.s.s equivalents: forty-two superdreadnoughts, ten battlecruisers and thirty light cruisers."
"A considerable force," de Bertholet commented. "Still, distinctly inferior to ours, even without our tech advantages. Small wonder they fell back when we advanced."
"What about the warp point?" Antonov growled.
"Pinpointed, Sir," Stovall reported. "A fast covering force has been dispatched there as per your orders."
"All right." Antonov swept the staff meeting with his eyes. "So we"re now sitting on the warp point the Bugs used to enter this system. What about our search for still more warp points?"
"No results as yet, Sir. But there wouldn"t be, at this point. We"ll need time for some extensive survey work to satisfy ourselves that there are no more open warp points." Stovall paused and gave a wry half-smile. "And of course there"s no telling about closed warp points; but that"s true anywhere - as we"ve all been reminded lately."
"Very well." Antonov turned to Kozlov. "Commodore, what is your interpretation of the astrographic and military situation in which we find ourselves?"
"Well, Sir, the military situation is that we"ve secured this system at very little cost, and that the force the Bugs put into it was so inadequate to face us that it withdrew rather than follow their usual practice of accepting extravagant losses if any appreciable damage can be inflicted in exchange. It seems probable that that force was the only one they could put into this system; if they could have deployed enough strength to stop us, they surely would have. This in turn suggests we"re in a rather lightly defended area."
"Which won"t remain lightly defended," Stovall put in grimly.
"Exactly my own conclusions," Antonov stated. "So now I wish to pose the following question: should we proceed deeper into Bug s.p.a.ce?" He looked around and decided he"d better recognize the operations officer before he burst. "Commander de Bertholet?"
"I think, Admiral, that we"ve been given a priceless opportunity." De Bertholet leaned forward as though to physically impart greater force to his words. "But it"s an opportunity that won"t last. As Commodore Stovall has pointed out, the Bugs must have sent for reinforcements. We"ve caught them off balance, but we must press on without hesitation before they"ve had time to regain that balance. This is a crucial moment in history!"
"Now hold on, Commander," Stovall spoke in his slow, deliberate way, rather like a harmonica following a trumpet. "Let"s not forget we"re in an unsurveyed system. We don"t have the slightest idea where we are."
"With great respect, Commodore, we do know one thing, because the Bugs themselves told us." De Bertholet indicated the conference room"s small replica of the flag bridge"s holo tank. "By falling back through that warp point, they showed us the way to what they consider most vital to defend - which can only be their centers of population and industry."
"That"s sheer inference," Kozlov protested.
"But a reasonable one," de Bertholet shot back. "Why would they have withdrawn into some dead-end warp chain? And why would they have been there in the first place? Remember, they emerged from that same warp point."
Stovall shook his head slowly. "I don"t know, Admiral. Let"s not let success go to our heads. It"s true that we didn"t have many outright ship losses, but a fair number of our ships took varying degrees of damage. And Admiral Taathaanahk lost a lot of fighters when they entered the Bugs" defensive envelope. We"ll want to replace those losses."
"Of course, Sir," de Bertholet conceded. "But as soon as those matters are seen to, we should advance without further delay. This opportunity is absolutely unique."
"So are the potential dangers," Kozlov argued. "Until we"ve thoroughly surveyed this system, we can"t be sure there are no other warp points. And if there are, there"s no guarantee they lead to "dead-end warp chains," as some of us are a.s.suming a little too readily. We"d be leaving ourselves vulnerable to being cut off from our base by an attack from an unexpected direction."
De Bertholet"s face darkened a half shade, but his self-control was unimpeachable. "I can"t deny that what I"m proposing contains an element of risk, Commodore. But if we insist on a total absence of risk, we"ll never move at all. As Commodore Stovall intimated, there could be closed warp points here, and no amount of surveying will ever reveal them. It didn"t at Centauri - and we"ve been there almost three hundred years!"
He stopped abruptly, and no one else spoke, for they all knew Antonov well enough to recognize the brooding look he"d a.s.sumed. It meant he was through listening to advice or arguments and had a.s.sumed the burden of decision that none of them could share.
Well, Vanya, now"s when you earn your salary. For a moment he allowed himself to wish he had Kthaara with him. But then he dismissed the thought. After all, he knew exactly what the frosted-sable Orion would say: Attack! And, he thought with growing conviction, Kthaara would be right.
Antonov was far from unaware of the danger of a victorious force letting its lan do its thinking for it. And de Bertholet was, by nature, the very voice of lan. But his point, stripped of the theatrics, was compelling. For the first time, they had the initiative; it was worth taking terrifying risks to keep it.
And yet...
His thoughts came back to the conference room, and his eyes met those of his staff. "Commodore Stovall," he rumbled, "proceed to implement repairs. Make arrangements to begin probing the system beyond this warp point with recon drones. And commence operational planning for a full-scale advance through the warp point after those repairs are completed and our fighter strength is replenished." He studied their reactions. De Bertholet could scarcely contain his elation, and Kozlov looked glum. But Stovall"s worried look seemed no more than what he knew was expected of him; he was no more capable of not wanting to press on through that beckoning warp point than he was of not voicing all possible objections to it.
"And," Antonov continued, "while we"re in the process of ferrying fighters from Alpha Centauri, I myself will be returning there briefly, to put my proposed course of action before the Joint Chiefs." For a moment he let himself enjoy their expressions of almost comical surprise. "Yes, I"m sure it seems out of character. But consider: if Commodore Kozlov"s nightmare of a flank attack on this system through an undiscovered warp point comes to pa.s.s while Second Fleet is off somewhere deeper in Bug s.p.a.ce, the Bugs will be one warp transit away from Centauri, two from Sol - and Old Terra."
He gauged their expressions again. They were surprisingly alike, and he wondered what these disparate people had felt at the words "Old Terra." Stovall? Indian summer in the Alleghenies, perhaps. De Bertholet? Surely a montage of images from what historians called the Cavalry Revolution and romanticists knew as the Age of Chivalry. Kozlov? Hard to say. But for all of them, as for every member of the far-scattered progeny of Adam and Eve, it meant something inexpressibly holy... not that anyone would have dreamed of putting it that way.
Antonov shook his head heavily. "No... there are some decisions which no one has a right to make alone."
"I gather, Admiral Antonov, that your staff was divided on the question."
"True, Fleet Speaker Noraku," Antonov acknowledged. He permitted himself a tight smile. "It would be remarkable if they hadn"t been. I picked them with that in mind. I want lively debate, not sycophancy. My chief of staff, Captain Stovall, is cautious and deliberate by temperament. So I sought out an operations officer with opposite inclinations."
"Ah, yes," Kthaara nodded. "The young commander with the totally unp.r.o.nounceable name. I like him."
"You would," Hannah Avram remarked. Strictly speaking, she wasn"t a member of the Joint Chiefs. But to not invite her to this meeting would have been out of the question. She turned to Antonov. "Yes, your Commander de Bertholet does seem to be a firebrand. But I think he - and you, Ivan Nikolayevich - are right about pressing on with Pesthouse. Especially now that Ellen"s reinforcements have arrived here at Centauri. Even if the enemy does break into Anderson One behind you, this system will be secure."
"Agreeeeeeed," said Admiral Thaarzhaan. "Ssstill, ittt issss a gaaaaamble. Ssssecond Fffleet would be aaaadvancing into unknownnnnn s.p.a.ce, withhhh no notion of the ffffffforces it may fffface."
"Come, we have already been over the arguments." Kthaara"s voice was impatient. "Second Fleet"s tactical speed advantage should suffice for it to disengage if it finds itself faced with a force too strong to fight. Of course, we cannot ignore the potential threat to this system, and to the Human home world. But Sky Marshal Avraaam is confident she and Ahhhdmiraal MaacGrrregor can guarantee their security. In fact, she and our chairman, both of whom are Human, favor the operation." He paused for the barest heartbeat. "There comes a time when we must not let risks blind us to opportunities, especially when the opportunity is a fleeting one."
"I concur," Noraku stated.
"a.s.ss do I," Thaarzhaan said, a little less emphatically.
Antonov settled back in his chair with a silent sigh. So it was settled. Second Fleet would forge on into the unknown.
"Thank you," he said with unwonted quietness. "I would not have been able to embark wholeheartedly on this without your unanimous support." He rose to his feet. "And now, I must make preparations to return to Anderson One without delay. The offensive must commence as soon as our repair and resupply operations are complete."
Kthaara gave a short growl. "Naturally our chairman is eager as an unleashed zeget to return and rea.s.sume the command to which he has appointed himself!"
Avram laughed, and Noraku and Thaarzhaan gave their respective races" equivalent indicia of amus.e.m.e.nt, as the tension evaporated. Antonov smiled, all innocence. "But, Kthaara Kornazhovich, it is my plan; surely you must agree that I should be the one to put it into effect."
Kthaara gave him a baleful look. "Trust you to come up with such an argument, Eevaahn"zarthan." He stood and faced his vilkshatha brother. "Yes, I understand perfectly. And while you are gone, I shall busy myself thinking of an appropriate way to make you pay for your practice of leaving me behind to handle all me boring administrative work. You have always had a tendency to... what is the Human idiom?"
"Pull rank," Avram supplied.
"Now, Kthaasha," Antonov soothed. "There"ll be plenty of fighting for everyone before this is over. And don"t be like this. It"s not as though you"re never going to see me again." And, with a jauntiness that was somehow not inappropriate despite his age, Antonov was gone.
Chapter Thirty-five.
"What else are we to do?"
Jessica van der Gelder"s superdreadnoughts emerged into the new system amid the final reverberations of the SBMHAWK-sp.a.w.ned holocaust among its warp point defenses.
Antonov wasn"t advancing into the altogether unknown. RD2s had established that this system was heavily populated, which tended to confirm the conclusions de Bertholet had drawn from the Bugs" avenue of retreat. They"d also provided enough data on the defenders to satisfy Antonov that his fleet train"s SBMHAWK inventory would suffice to blast a path through them.
Now he stood on Colorado"s flag bridge as the superdreadnought advanced in van der Gelder"s formation (he wasn"t about to depart from a tradition which dated back to the First Interstellar War; the supreme commander would go in with the first waves) and saw that view confirmed. Some of the dying glows of SBMHAWK warheads were actually visible to the naked eye in the expanding clouds of vaporized metal they"d wrought, and the holo tank told an ever-elaborating tale of smashed or crippled fortresses. Extensive minefields remained, but Second Fleet"s AMBAMs had already cleared paths through them.
TF 22 forged ahead, and Admiral Taathaanahk"s TF 23 was already beginning to transit. Soon Raymond Prescott would bring TF 21 through. But Antonov, staring fixedly at the holo tank, had eyes only for the scarlet icons in Second Fleet"s path.
"Commodore Kozlov," he rumbled without shifting his eyes, "have you been able to reach any conclusions regarding the mobile Bug forces?"
"Yes, Sir. Now that our leading elements have begun to exchange fire with them, we"re getting harder data. These have to be the same ones that withdrew from Anderson One just ahead of us. The force composition by ship cla.s.ses is an exact match - too exact for coincidence."
"So they haven"t been reinforced yet," de Bertholet breathed. "We"ve caught them still trying to mobilize against us. This force is still all they can put in our path; it must be under orders to stand and fight this time because this is an inhabited system." He turned to Antonov, his excitement barely under control. "Admiral, this could be the beginning of the end of the war! If we can continue to advance, continue to keep them off balance-"
"Excuse me, Admiral." Kozlov didn"t often interrupt de Bertholet, and something in her tone caused even Antonov to turn away from the plot to face her. "We"re starting to get some disturbing tactical a.n.a.lyses from the ships most heavily engaged. They"re receiving precisely coordinated time-on-target fire from as many as six Bug ships at once."
The silence lasted less than a heartbeat before de Bertholet broke it. "But... but that"s as many ships as one of our own battlegroups! D"you mean to suggest... ?"
"I"m not the one suggesting it, Commander. The data speak for themselves." She jerked her chin toward the tank and the midair columns of luminous figures that told the tale of damage well beyond what they"d allowed for at this stage of the engagement. "And," she continued, "why should it be such a surprise? Admiral LeBlanc"s been telling anyone who"ll listen that it was only a matter of time. The Bugs have seen command datalink in action often enough, and it doesn"t require any basic technology beyond their demonstrated horizons. It"s just that we"ve come to take our monopoly for granted, as though it were somehow in the nature of things-"
"Thank you, Commodore," Stovall cut in quietly but authoritatively. He understood her acc.u.mulated frustration at the immemorial reluctance of line officers to listen to the intelligence community until after its forecasts had become fact, but this wasn"t the time for her to get uncharacteristically worked up about it. "Admiral, we can defer interpreting these data until later. But it"s clear that, at a minimum, our projections have erred on the optimistic side where Bug fire control is concerned. Should we implement our contingency plan for breaking off engagement?"
"Nyet." Antonov"s voice held absolutely no invitation to debate. "Signal Admiral van der Gelder to press her attack with maximum aggressiveness. And raise Admiral Taathaanahk as soon as he"s transited; it is imperative that he begin launching fighter strikes as quickly as possible." He met his staffers" eyes, each in turn. The Theban War lay beyond living memory for their generation, and day-to-day contact tends to rub away the patina of legendry. But all at once the tales they"d grown up on came crowding back, for this was the man who had advanced through every defense like an unstoppable force of nature, grimly disregarding casualties as he gained his objectives... and the nickname Ivan the Terrible.
All at once, those tales seemed very real.
"Aye, aye, Sir," Stovall said quietly.
Antonov turned back to the tank and watched van der Gelder"s task force advance into a holocaust of fire unprecedented in its intensity. It soon became apparent that at least a dozen of the Bug superdreadnoughts belonged to the missile-heavy Archer cla.s.s. Even with the defensive firepower of her new SDEs, van der Gelder didn"t relish missile duels with six-ship battle groups of those behemoths; she ordered her ships to close to beam range while trying to stay outside the zone in which plasma guns were truly deadly. It was a difficult balancing act, performed while nervously awaiting the onset of gunboats on suicide runs.