"Commodore Stovall, as soon as the fighters have rearmed, all elements of Second Fleet will advance to attack Force One. Our objective is to annihilate it before the new arrivals can make contact." He raised a hand in a gesture which foreclosed any discussion. "Yes, I know, we"re battered and depleted. Well, they"re also battered and depleted. I want there to be nothing but cooling plasma for Force Two to rendezvous with!"
It was a haggard staff that reconvened in the same compartment. Antonov, as usual, seemed elementally impervious to both fatigue and horror, but the others showed the strain of the battle whose reverberations had just died away.
"Are all ships now accounted for?" the admiral asked without preamble.
"Yes, Sir," de Bertholet acknowledged. His left arm hung in a sling; one of Colorado"s lurches from a near miss had sent him staggering against a stanchion with shoulder-dislocating force.
"Then report on Fleet"s status."
"Aye, aye, Sir. We lost nine superdreadnoughts outright, in addition to the five we lost in the earlier fighting. At that, it could have been worse; as our tactical a.n.a.lysis suggested, they were concentrating their fire on the SDs. Twenty-seven took moderate to heavy damage, but we"ve only had to order one of them back to Anderson Two - that"s Colima. Colorado got off very lightly, in spite of..." He ruefully indicated his arm. "They didn"t pay nearly as much attention to our lighter units, but we still lost seven battlecruisers, with another thirteen damaged."
"And fighter losses?" Antonov had a pretty good idea of what he was going to hear, and he didn"t relish it.
"Forty-seven percent of our embarked strength." A chorus of gasps ran around the room. "However, the positive side is that we"ve fulfilled our objective. All but two of the enemy are confirmed kills, and those two - both battlecruisers - are believed to have withdrawn into cloak."
"What about Force Two?"
"Its status is unchanged, Sir. It completed the course-reversal that it commenced as the battle here reached its final stages, and is continuing to withdraw to its entry warp point at its maximum speed. Your orders as to the pursuit are being carried out: TF 22"s faster, relatively undamaged ships are being temporarily rea.s.signed to Admiral Prescott. He and Admiral Taathaanahk probably won"t be able to intercept it before it transits, but it"s been made clear to them that their first priority is to locate that warp point."
"Good. The rest of us will follow as quickly as possible. And now, Commodore Kozlov, what interpretation do you place on the enemy"s actions in this system?"
Midori Kozlov ran a hand through her hair in a characteristic gesture of discomfort. "Admiral, I was discussing this with Commander de Bertholet just before this meeting convened. And while I"m still not altogether comfortable with the conclusion, I can no longer see any reason for not concurring with him. A force that powerful - but still manifestly insufficient to stop us - would never have been ordered to stand and fight to the last ship if there were any alternative. It would have either been reinforced or withdrawn to partic.i.p.ate in an eventual counterattack, if the resources for such reinforcement or such a counterattack existed. What finally convinced me was the behavior of the reinforcements they did put into the system. They tried desperately to come to the aid of the defending force and didn"t turn tail until it became unmistakably clear that they couldn"t make any difference to the outcome."
"Thank you, Commodore. Does anyone else wish to offer any thoughts?" For once, there was silence, as de Bertholet left well enough alone and no one else sought to disagree.
Antonov examined his own thoughts. Advancing into the unknown like this, overconfidence was the great enemy. From the first, he"d made himself think in terms of the possible trap, the low-probability contingency, the worst-case scenario. But there seemed no rational alternative to the conclusion that they"d broken into the territory of an enemy who was, at least locally, vulnerable. And anything de Bertholet and Kozlov agreed on must be virtually beyond dispute!
"Thank you, Commodore," he said aloud. "I believe your a.n.a.lysis has merit. But for now, we will continue the pursuit."
"The recon drones are beginning to report back, Admiral," Stovall reported.
Antonov grunted. They"d followed the fleeing enemy across Anderson Three"s outer system, narrowing the gap but, as he"d more than half expected, unable to overhaul them. The Bugs had transited without slowing down, and Antonov, still wary of ambushes, had ordered recon drones sent ahead to probe the warp point. He wasn"t about to charge through in pursuit with no idea of what lay ahead, especially with Second Fleet in a strung-out configuration as the slower ships proceeded towards the warp point even more slowly than usual in order to allow those of their number who"d suffered drive damage to remain in formation.
In a surprisingly short time, Kozlov crossed Colorado"s flag bridge and reported to Antonov. Beneath her usual reserve, he thought he could sense a sternly suppressed excitement. But that was typical of the way she"d been acting in this system. She hadn"t even come to him with her usual requests for more of their thinly stretched survey resources to explore it for warp points. Doubtless that was why he"d never quite gotten around to ordering it. Must see to it, he started to tell himself. But then Kozlov spoke.
"Sir, an unusually large number of drones have reported back - the reason why will become apparent shortly - so we"ve been able to flesh out our information quickly. What"s on the far side of the warp point is a cla.s.s G single-star system, but with no evidence of habitation. And the Bugs haven"t stopped after transiting; they"re continuing on across the outer system - the entry warp point is about twenty-three light-minutes from the primary. And..." She paused with the air of someone saving the best for last. "... the warp point isn"t defended. It isn"t even mined."
De Bertholet couldn"t contain himself. "Admiral! This is the final proof! We must have broken through the enemy"s defensive sh.e.l.l."
Antonov understood perfectly. Every star nation"s defensive doctrine - and there had, G.o.d knew, been no indication the Bugs disagreed - called for routinely mining warp points that led inward from the frontier towards the core worlds, turning every system into a barrier to at least delay an invader. Thus the absence of mines meant Second Fleet must have entered regions where the Bugs felt entirely safe from attack. They"d burst into a defensive vacuum.
He forced his excitement to heel. "You say they"re proceeding across the outer system?"
"Yes, Sir. Their vector takes them even further from the primary, out between two gas-giant orbits. There can"t be anything out there but another warp point."
"Towards which they"re in headlong flight!" Triumph clanged in de Bertholet"s voice.
"Still," Stovall cautioned, "we can"t rule out the possibility of cloaked enemy units. The drones couldn"t have detected them." Antonov knew the chief of staff well enough to recognize the signs of the same predatory excitement that was infecting the rest of them, but being the voice of caution had become a self-imposed duty for him.
"Nevertheless, Commodore, we will transit without delay and proceed in pursuit. But because the point you"ve raised is a valid one, we"ll keep the fleet together as we do so, and not allow the faster ships to open up too much distance between themselves and the main body."
"That will slow us considerably, Sir," de Bertholet pointed out. "Especially given the fact that a number of our superdreadnoughts are even slower than usual due to drive damage."
"I"m aware of that, Commander. But I can accept it." Antonov smiled tightly. "You see, I"m not really interested in catching these Bugs. I want them to escape, showing us the location of the next warp point as they do so."
The last of the Fleet reemerged into normal s.p.a.ce-time, leaving behind the swirling combat of gunboats and fighters in the system it had fled.
There had never been any real danger of being overhauled by the enemy"s main body in the stern chase across that system. That main body had held tenaciously together, and on at least one occasion the swifter ships had clearly been ordered back as they began to leave their slower sisters too far behind. But the enemy"s tiny attack craft had ranged far ahead, and many ships bore the marks of their hara.s.sing attacks. The gunboats had been expended to fend off those tormentors, and the remaining ones had been left behind.
The Fleet had been concerned by the possibility that the enemy would, despite everything, overtake it before it could transit, for that would have prevented it from performing that which had been its function from the first: to show the enemy this warp point which he himself wanted so badly to be shown.
But things had gone according to plan. Now nothing must be done to alarm this inscrutable foe into changing his plan. Which meant, among other things, that no action must be taken against that small exploratory force whose precise location at any given time had proven so annoyingly difficult to pinpoint.
The disorientation of warp transit subsided, and the heavens stabilized into a pattern bereft of a sun. Rear Admiral Aileen Sommers, commanding Survey Flotilla 19, ordered herself not to be disappointed.
Captain Feridoun Hafezi, her chief of staff, was standing close enough to read her mind. Teeth flashed in his neatly trimmed black beard. "We already knew this was a starless warp nexus, Admiral. The recon drones told us as much."
"Oh, I know. But we"ve been exploring this worthless warp chain for almost two months, and the only thing to be said for it is that since every system"s had just two warp points, there"s never been any question where to proceed next. It would"ve been nice to find something interesting for once. And the fact that our first transit was also into the middle of nowhere makes this almost like rubbing it in."
They"d departed from the conquered system Ivan the Terrible had dubbed Anderson One shortly after its third warp point had been located, entering that first starless warp nexus through a closed warp point. Since then they"d forged on through two systems, both barren - the first a miserable little binary of two red dwarfs, but the second a single star glowing with the yellow light that ought to portend life.
"Yes, that last system was a real letdown," Hafezi said, continuing to track her thoughts. "But even if it had had a planet of the right ma.s.s at the right orbital radius, it wouldn"t have been any good. We knew that star was really young as soon as we got the figures on its rotation rate."
"True. And if there had been a life-bearing planet, it probably would"ve been a solid, writhing ma.s.s of Bugs. Still..." Sommers started to run a hand through her hair, then remembered that the longish growth - oddly colored, basically dark but with blond streaks - was pulled tightly together at the back of her head. Irritably, she turned away from Hafezi and walked the few steps required to cross the cramped flag bridge of a Thetis-cla.s.s command battlecruiser like Jamaica. She stood in front of the view screen and listened as one ship after another reported successful transit.
In her early forties, Aileen Sommers was young for her rank. She was of medium height and had a figure which none of the men in her life - she"d never married - had been able to describe in terms that helped with a certain deeply buried insecurity. It had been self-evident to them that there was absolutely nothing mannish about her, but rather that she looked like exactly what she was: a very strong woman. In fact, this was self-evident to everyone... except her.
Hafezi rejoined her, rubbing the tip of his hawklike nose. Sommers had a weakness for historical holodrama, and her mental image of her chief of staff always included a snowy burnoose and flowing white robes. Which was inaccurate, of course. Hafezi"s ancestry was Iranian, not Arab, and it was an important part of him. The third son of a highly respected imam, the captain was proud of the role his family had played in rebuilding - and humanizing - Old Terra"s Middle East after the carnage of the Great Eastern war.
"I wonder what"s happening with Second Fleet?" he asked now, not expecting an answer. It was the flotilla"s staple topic of conversation, and had been ever since they"d departed Anderson One in a different direction from that followed by Antonov"s fleet. They"d learned of the outcome in Anderson Two and the discovery of Harnah by courier drone while still surveying that first starless warp nexus. Since then...
"Too bad we can"t still get courier drones," Hafezi resumed.
"True, but there"s nothing to be done about it," Sommers replied. "We"ve gone too far for drones to have a prayer of reaching us without nav buoys at the warp points." And, she didn"t need to add, emplacing such buoys would have been like advertising the flotilla"s position with bells and strobe lights for any cloaked Bug pickets that might be lurking in the systems through which they"d pa.s.sed.
It was an extension of the same consideration which had led GHQ to issue orders to operate permanently in cloak. Some of the survey specialists hated the way that slowed their work, but Sommers, Captain Kabilovic, and the rest of the "gunslingers" backed it enthusiastically... especially after events in Zephrain.
A report distracted Hafezi"s attention for a moment. Then he turned back. "Everyone"s completed transit, Admiral." An instant later, a status board update verified his words.
Sommers studied the board. Survey flotillas these days were weightier than they"d been in prewar days, but SF 19 was even more powerful than usual, since no separate covering force was available. Besides Jamaica, Sommers commanded three other command battlecruisers to weld her firepower into datagroups, and that firepower included five Dunkerque-cla.s.s missile-armed battlecruisers, but the centerpiece of the gunslinger array was Captain Kabilovic"s fleet carrier Staghound and the two attached Ophiuchi Zirk-Coaalkyr-cla.s.s CVLs. Five Atlanta-cla.s.s CLEs provided defensive support for the main combatants, and two Wayfarer-cla.s.s freighters carried extra ordinance as well as recon drones, maintenance materials and everything else required for long-term self-sufficiency.
All of the above were along to protect and nurture the five Hun-cla.s.s cruisers which did the actual survey work... and whose crews could perhaps be excused for occasional insufferableness about being the raison d"etre for what was, on prewar standards, a not insignificant fighting force.
"All right, Feridoun," the admiral said briskly. "Let"s recover the drones; waste not, want not. Then we can commence surveying for warp points. At least we"ve no planets to check out."
"That"s putting the best possible face on things, Sir," Hafezi muttered. Then he brightened. "Maybe there won"t be any other warp points, and we"ll be able to turn back and report that this is a dead-end warp chain. Then maybe we"ll be sent somewhere interesting."
Chapter Thirty-seven.
"They"re not our drones!"
The entire auditorium-like room rose to attention as Ivan Antonov entered, with Stovall in tow. He took his seat and looked out over the full staff and the senior flag officers and their own chiefs of staff - a sea of TFN black and silver varied by the Ophiuchi and their multicolored feathers. The latter were famous - or infamous, depending on one"s viewpoint - for their uncomprehending rejection of military punctilio in all its manifestations, but they"d risen to their feet along with everyone else out of simple courtesy, and respect for the supreme commander.
"As you were," Antonov rumbled. "I trust you"ve all familiarized yourselves thoroughly with the plan for Operation Xenophon. I realize your time has been limited - as was the time Commander de Bertholet and the rest of the staff had to prepare it." Stovall"s face showed satisfaction at the implied compliment even as it showed exhaustion - he had suitcases under his bags. It was certainly true that their time had been limited; Second Fleet had only been here in Anderson Four nineteen standard days, and there had been much else to compete for their attention, notably repairs to battle damage.
"I wish," Antonov continued, "to review the considerations behind our planning. After we secured this system and invested the warp point the Bugs had revealed to us in the course of their withdrawal, we probed that warp point with recon drones. Our probing revealed that the next system has the kind of dense minefields whose absence surprised us in this one. This made it out of the question to press on directly through the warp point. Instead, the decision was made to recoup our strength for a carefully prepared offensive against that system, which clearly is the holding position we"ve all been expecting to encounter. And subsequent probes have reported that the Bug defenders have been reinforced by eighteen superdreadnoughts, suggesting that the Bugs are frantically trying to sh.o.r.e that position up. We cannot give them any more time to do so."
"It is for this reason that our schedule has been moved up, and the commencement of Operation Xenophon set for tomorrow."
Antonov paused and ran his eyes over the faces. He saw worry on many of them, and he understood it fully. "This decision was not an easy one. I am well aware that Second Fleet is weaker than it was before the last battle; only five fresh superdreadnoughts have arrived to offset the cripples we haven"t had time to repair." The concern on Jessica van der Gelder"s face intensified, for a disproportionate number of the absent cripples back in Anderson Four with Admiral Chin and the Fleet Train came from her task force. At least she"d gotten Chin"s battleships in partial recompense. "But on the positive side," Antonov continued, "our fighter groups have been brought back up to full strength, and our SBMHAWK supplies replenished. Furthermore, the tactical equation should be changed in our favor by the new capital missiles." He saw some of the faces brighten a bit, for they"d all been impressed by the new missile package, with its enhanced penetration aids and evasive maneuvering capabilities. After their experience with datalinked Bug point defense, they were more than willing to accept the tradeoff of some payload capacity.
"Before we take up a detailed discussion of the plan, are there any questions concerning the larger picture?" Antonov scanned the gathering. "Admiral Prescott?"
"Just one thing, Sir. I"m a little concerned about the allocation of our survey a.s.sets since SF 24"s departure."
There was a murmur of unease. As if they hadn"t had enough on their minds here in Anderson Four, a third warp point had come to light, not far, as interplanetary distances went, from the one through which they were preparing to hurl Operation Xenophon. So most of the scout cruisers which had somewhat belatedly set to work in Anderson Three had been rushed forward, and a new flotilla had been organized. It had vanished into the newly discovered warp point only two days before.
"I"m concerned," Prescott repeated, "by the de-emphasis of Anderson Three"s warp point survey."
"Commander de Bertholet," Antonov said, turning towards the ops officer, "would you like to respond?"
"Our survey a.s.sets are finite, Admiral Prescott, and became even more so when Admiral Sommers" SF 19 was detached in Anderson One. The ones we"ve got left have become stretched ever more thinly as we"ve advanced further into enemy s.p.a.ce. We"ve simply had to a.s.sign priorities and make choices. When the third warp point turned up here, we had no alternative but to explore beyond it in force. And there may be still others; we haven"t completed the survey of this system. I a.s.sure you that the search for additional warp points in Anderson Three hasn"t been abandoned. We just have fewer ships to do it with."
Prescott said nothing further, for de Bertholet"s explanation was unexceptionable. But his face said he wasn"t altogether satisfied. Yes, Antonov thought, I too wish we"d started surveying Anderson Three earlier, or had longer to do it before launching Xenophon. But, he told himself, that was water over the dam. "Thank you, Commander," he said aloud. "And now, if there are no further questions, let us turn to the order in which the first wave"s ships will transit."
"General signal from the Flag, Sir. Prepare to execute Xenophon."
"Understood. Anthea?" Raymond Prescott glanced at his chief of staff. Captain Anthea Mandagalla studied her display a moment longer, ebony face intent, then nodded.
"We"re ready, Sir - and Admiral Taathaanahk"s just confirmed his readiness."
"Good." Prescott returned his attention to his plot and the diamond dust of SBMHAWK pods awaiting their brief moment of thunderous splendor. That itchy sense of concern he"d felt since Operation Pesthouse began was back, like the irritating phantom itch of the fingers he no longer had, but that was hardly surprising.
And the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds are still falling back, he reminded himself, and it was true. Yet he knew a part of him would be happier when Second Fleet finally ran into something so hard it had to stop. Considering the wear on its systems, it- "Execute Xenophon!" the com officer snapped, and hundreds of SBMHAWKs began to vanish.
The waiting gunboats had learned a great deal about the enemy"s new missile pods" capabilities, and they knew what to do when the first made transit. Every one of them turned instantly away from the warp point at maximum power, racing to escape the pods" acquisition envelope before the deadly, sprint-mode close a.s.sault missiles could launch.
It was the first time they had used the tactic, and it worked for many of them. Those it did not work for were doomed, for all the CAM-armed pods launched against them, and the unstoppable weapons blotted them from the universe. Yet more than half the total CSP survived, and the survivors reversed course as quickly as possible, driving in on the warp point once more.
The heavy cruisers of the warp point defense force fared less well. They were further back, with more time to bring their defensive systems on-line, but they were too slow to evade, and other pods belched standard SBMs against them. Their new datalinked defenses allowed them to destroy hundreds of incoming missiles, and several actually survived. But they were battered and broken, cripples which could inflict little damage upon the enemy. Whatever might be achieved would depend upon the CSP"s survivors.
The volume around the warp point was the vestibule of h.e.l.l. Bug cruisers blew up, pod-launched AMBAMs streaked outward into the minefields and waiting laser buoys, and TF 23"s big, powerful CVAs erupted into an inferno of exploding starships, gunboats, mines, and energy platforms. Surviving laser buoys poured fire into TFNS Charybdis and Succubus, Vice Admiral Mosby"s lead carriers, but this was the sort of attack they"d been designed to lead. Their ma.s.sive armor was rent and buckled, but it held, and Mosby watched her plot stabilize. She felt the whiplash shudder as a full group launch spat from Thor"s catapults, more fighter icons erupted from her other carriers, and then- "Clear decks!" Her ops officer"s voice was a bit shriller than usual, but she didn"t blame him.
"Turn us around," she replied, and even as Thor wheeled to lead the Terran and Ophiuchi carriers back through the warp point, she glanced at her com officer. "Prepare to upload to Admiral Taathaanahk and Colorado as soon as we make transit."
She turned back to her plot and winced. The pod-launched AMBAMs had killed most of the Bugs" laser platforms before they could fire; coupled with the CVAs" sheer toughness, that meant most of her ships were going to make it out safely. But the Bugs" new maneuver had saved a lot of their gunboats, and her rearmost units were going to take some heavy hits.
The CSP"s own evasion maneuver had carried it beyond immediate striking distance. The nearest gunboat was still far out of range when the big, new carrier vessels made transit, and all of them had launched their attack craft before the defenders could engage them. Nor did the starships linger. Having launched their broods, they wheeled back to the warp point, fleeing with their sensor scans of its environs even as their attack craft howled in to engage the CSP. Dozens of gunboats blew apart, but here and there they broke through, and not all the starships could escape before they were engaged.
Returning carriers spilled from the warp point, transiting with reckless speed and dangerously tight s.p.a.cing. Most made it safely, but Dryad and Norn, last in the formation, took a heavy pounding from the gunboats which broke through. Once again, Dryad"s ma.s.sive shields and armor stood her in good stead, and she escaped with relatively minor damage. Norn was less fortunate, and Ivan Antonov"s hard face was expressionless as the shattered, air-streaming wreck staggered from the warp point. A handful of gunboats followed her through, but the ma.s.sed fighter squadrons covering this side of the warp point made short work of them.
"Norn"s taken heavy personnel casualties, Sir," de Bertholet reported. He looked up from his console, and his voice was grim. "Commander Lafferty"s a.s.sumed command. He"s her astrogator - third in the chain of command."
Antonov merely nodded, his face betraying none of his own awareness of what a h.e.l.l the interior of that ship must be just now. Clearly, more of the Bug CSP had survived than antic.i.p.ated.
"We are fortunate the damage is no worse," he rumbled. "Pa.s.s the word, Commander de Bertholet. We will wait ten minutes before sending the next wave through. That should give Mosby"s fighters time to clean up the last gunboats."
"Yes, Sir."
"What do we know of their other forces, Commodore Kozlov?"
Kozlov"s eyes were locked on her own display, and she didn"t look up as she spoke.
"The main body seems to be hanging extremely far back, Sir. They"re over seventy light-minutes out, right on the edge of the CVAs" sensor envelope, so our readings are tentative, but it looks like about sixty ships. Plotting and CIC are still trying to refine their data. At the moment, at least seventy percent of them appear to be superdreadnoughts."
"Um." Antonov leaned back in his command chair and rubbed his chin. That would give them near parity with his own battle-line, but they were enormously outnumbered in escorts. And, of course, they have no carriers. But if they"re so far back, why can we see them at all? Why aren"t they hiding in cloak?
De Bertholet sensed his mood. "Sir?"
"I"m simply wondering why they should be so obvious. I don"t object to enemies who tell me where they are... unless they have something nasty planned for me."
"I was just thinking the same thing, Sir," Stovall said. "It occurs to me that a little caution might be in order."
"Precisely." Antonov shook himself like an irritated bear. "We will take the battle-line through, but we will not advance until we have brought the entire fleet up in support. And we will do so with a fighter sh.e.l.l fifteen light-minutes out in all directions."