"Yes, Sir."
"We will, of course, be somewhat more vulnerable while we do so," Antonov continued thoughtfully. "So once the strike groups have reorganized, I think we will push the recon sh.e.l.l a bit further out. Inform Admiral Taathaanahk that I want a third of his regular fighters fitted with external sensor packs to expand the sh.e.l.l to twenty light-minutes."
"Yes, Sir."
"Good, Commander," Antonov murmured. "Good."
The dispersed attack groups slowed their advance. The enemy had destroyed the decoy force, but now he sat motionless. His high tactical speed always made him difficult to engage on the Fleet"s terms, and the attack groups were grateful for his lack of activity. The longer he sat, the better, for the fourth and final attack group drew closer with every hour. Any one of the four could engage the enemy"s total force on terms of near equality; with his retreat sealed and vast numbers of gunboats coming up from adjacent systems, his inferiority would be crushing.
And best of all, he did not even know he was in danger.
"I think you"d better look at this report from Captain Trailman, Sir," Jacques Bichet said.
Raymond Prescott raised a hand at Lieutenant Commander Ruiz, his logistics officer, interrupting their discussion of TF 21"s increasingly strained resources, and turned to Bichet with a slight frown. Vincent Trailman, TF 21"s farshathkhanaak, outranked Bichet, but the two of them had been friends since the Academy. It was unlike the ops officer to refer to him by anything other than his given name, and the ops officers voice was strained. "See what, Jacques?"
"One of Vincent"s fighters just picked it up," Bichet said grimly. "It"s a courier drone beacon." Prescott"s eyebrows rose, and Bichet voice went lower. "That"s not all, Sir. According to the ID string, it"s from Norn - and it"s Code Omega."
"Code Omega?" Prescott snapped upright in his chair, and Bichet jerked a choppy nod.
The stocky admiral stared at his ops officer in horrified disbelief. Norn had been left safely behind in Anderson Four - damaged, yes, but in no danger. Unless...
"Where is this drone?" he demanded, and Bichet consulted his memo pad display.
"According to CIC, it"s just under twenty light-minutes out - that"s from the fighter sh.e.l.l; it"s forty light-minutes from Crete - at one-niner-one, zero-three-three, Sir. That puts it right on the very limit for a drone beacon"s omnidirectional broadcast range, and signal strength comes and goes. Plotting and Com agree that could mean it"s on a circular search. We lose strength as it heads away from us and pick it up when it closes again."
"A circular search." Something icy crawled down Prescott"s spine. He could think of only one explanation for an Omega drone from Norn. But that was impossible... wasn"t it?
"All right," he made himself say. "Pa.s.s the information to the Flag and inform Admiral Antonov I"m detaching Pyotr Veliky and Ramilles to recover the drone. Then get hold of Captain Yukon and Captain Shariz. I want them cloaked - this could be some sort of decoy ploy, and I don"t want them sucked into anything. After you talk to them, tell Vincent I want a fighter sweep in the direction of the drone. If there"s anything out there, that may draw its attention away from Veliky and Ramilles. If they don"t, I want them close enough to support the battlecruisers."
"Aye, aye, Sir." Bichet hurried off to give the necessary orders, and Raymond Prescott leaned back in his chair and worried.
Antonov sat facing his three task force commanders on the split-image screen. Prescott had summarized the message of Norn"s drone, but that was only for the benefit of van der Gelder and Taathaanahk, for its contents had already been downloaded to Colorado. So Antonov had already gone beyond what the others were going through now, and could step in quickly to fill the numb silence with his decisive ba.s.s.
"Thank you, Admiral Prescott. Now, we must consider the implications of this. Clearly, our information is somewhat out of date, inasmuch as the drone was launched approximately one hundred and eighty hours ago. A lot can happen in almost seven standard days. But we know this much: Norn and Hyacinth were destroyed here in Anderson Five, so some Bug forces must already be here, doubtless in cloak, in addition to the force - clearly a very powerful one - moving in from somewhere behind us." From Anderson Three, he silently corrected himself. Through some warp point we never found because our survey was too little and too late. He dismissed the thought; the pizdi might have entered some other system through a closed warp point. And self-reproach was hardly the most useful mental exercise just now. "The fact that they"ve committed this force suggests that there is also a major force waiting ahead of us, intended to be the other jaw of a trap."
"I quite aaaagree, Sssssir," Taathaanahk said with a calmness drawn from that naraham - inadequately translated as "detachment" - that was one of the four pillars of his culture"s Taainohk philosophy. "I thhhhhhink we mussstttt a.s.ssssume they knnnnow their owwwn capabilities - annnd they cccccertainly knnnnow ours, fffor thisss cammmpaign ha.s.ss given themmm ample opportunity to a.s.sssessss our strength. They woulddd hhhardly hhhave sssprung thisss trappp unlessss their forrrces were sssuch a.s.ss ttto allow a rrrreasonable expectation of sssuccessss." The Ophiuchi admiral paused as though to invite disagreement. None came. "I therefore sssuggest thattt our firssst priority ssshould be to ex.x.xtricate Sssecond Fleet wiiithout delay."
"I concur," van der Gelder said, blinking the haunted look from her eyes. "We should head back now, hard and fast. With our tactical speed advantage, we can leave whatever"s waiting ahead of us eating our dust and blast our way out before the blocking force has had time to settle into a defensive posture behind us."
"Unfortunately, Admiral van der Gelder," Antonov rumbled, "we can take as a given that the blocking force is coming from at least as far back as Anderson Three. Unless we get out of this system without any sort of observation by the Bug units that destroyed Norn and Hyacinth - which is sheer wishful thinking - the Bugs will send courier drones through the warp point ahead of us. With that warning, the blocking force will form up and await us on the far side of whichever warp point is most convenient. And without Fleet Train"s SBMHAWK stores, we"re in no position to mount a warp point a.s.sault." He left unspoken the probable fate of the Fleet Train, and watched their reactions. Prescott seemed unfazed - he"d had even longer than Antonov to adjust to the new facts. But he could recognize the signs in van der Gelder, and the subtler ones in Taathaanahk, as the implications began to sink home.
"However," he went on before the silence could stretch too thin, "I agree that we should retire into Anderson Four as promptly as possible, if we can do so without heavy losses. Once there, we"ll have the warp point in our rear, as it were; we can hold it against whatever forces are here in Anderson Five while letting the blocking force cross Anderson Four and come to us."
"Alssso, Sssir," Taathaanahk observed, "we"ll be able to ussse our ffffighters and AFFFFHAWKs to interdict any courrrier drrrones sssent thhhrough the warrrp pppoint, thusss preventing their ffforcesss from mmmounting a cooooordinated attack."
"Yes!" Van der Gelder leaned forward with new animation. "That would give us the opportunity to defeat them in detail. Especially considering the probability - which I consider high - that Home Fleet has dispatched a relief force."
"They woulddd hhhave had to orrrganize one vvery quickly," Taathaanahk said dubiously.
"If I know the Sky Marshal," van der Gelder rejoined, "she sc.r.a.ped together everything at Centauri that could fly and energize a beam and sent it off - or, more likely, led it off - without waiting for reinforcements from Sol. She knows when time is of the essence! So the relief force may not be as big or as well-balanced by ship types as we might like. But if it can hit the Bug blocking force from the rear in Anderson Four while it"s heavily engaged with us..."
"Even if no such relief force arrives," Prescott put in, "our speed advantage means that all we"d have to do is break through the blocking force to escape. And we may as well face the fact that "escape" has become our objective." Then a thought seemed to come to him, and he faced Antonov squarely. "But, Sir, I seem to recall that you implied that this is all contingent on our being able to transit from this system back to Anderson Four "without heavy losses.""
"Your recollection is correct, Admiral Prescott. You see, we"ve been a.s.suming that the main threat still lies ahead of us. But there is no justification for such an a.s.sumption. What has happened so far suggests a very well-prepared operation with formidable forces behind it. And given the greater numbers of warp points normally a.s.sociated with ma.s.sive stars like this one, I consider it entirely possible that there are already one or more large Bug formations here in Anderson Five. Some of them may well be in a position to intercept us as we retire towards Anderson Four, and if we have to fight our way back through this system, those of us who escape to Anderson Four may be too weak to mount a warp point defense against their pursuers."
For several heartbeats, there was silence. The others, even Prescott, had clearly not allowed themselves to explore the full dimensions of the nightmare in which they found themselves.
"Therefore," Antonov finally said, in a voice that only seemed loud, "we will commence our withdrawal to Anderson Four. If we can get back through the warp point with minimal resistance, well and good. But if we detect powerful Bug forces so situated as to be able contest our pa.s.sage, we will remain here in Anderson Five until the blocking force has been drawn into this system."
"Sssir," Taathaanahk said with uncharacteristic hesitation, "wwwe don"t knnnow the sssize of the blllocking ffforccce. What ifff they cccan divide it, sssending one ffforccce on into thisss syssstem and llleaving another in Aaanderson Fffour to hhhold the warrrp pppoint?"
To everyone"s astonishment, Antonov actually grinned. "Admiral Taathaanahk, I wouldn"t worry about that if I were you. If the Bugs have that many ships in the blocking force, then -" a fatalistic Slavic shrug "- we"re f.u.c.ked anyway." Prescott and van der Gelder smothered a guffaw and a giggle respectively. "But a.s.suming that we do have a fighting chance, I prefer to take that chance in a war of movement in this system."
No one looked altogether happy, but no one argued. "And now," Antonov resumed, "I wish to announce the following restructuring of our forces for the withdrawal. Admiral Prescott, I am detaching your task force"s CVLs; they go to Task Force 23. But in exchange you will get Admiral Taathaanahk"s twelve Borzoi cla.s.s fleet carriers."
Prescott and Taathaanahk both looked puzzled. "Hardly an exchange I can complain about, Sir," the former admitted. "But... can I keep Captain Trailman, my farshathkhanaak?"
"Nyet. I think it best that he remain with the strike groups he knows, and which know him."
"Very well, Sir." Prescott knew better than to argue. "But... may I ask the reason for the swap?"
"The reason, Admiral Prescott, is that the Borzois, unlike your Shokakus, have cloaking ECM. You see, when we begin our withdrawal, I"m going to detach you from our main body. And after being detached, I want your entire command to go into cloak."
The puzzlement on Prescott"s face intensified - but only for a moment. Then understanding dawned. And he and Antonov exchanged a grin.
As she"d found herself doing more and more since they"d entered Anderson Two, Hannah Avram let her eyes wander towards the view screen, and thought of the planet, thankfully invisible with distance, that lay within that orange primary"s meager liquid-water zone. We thought we had all the time in the world to figure out a solution to the Harnah problem, she thought bleakly. So the Bugs were still on that planet, albeit with their s.p.a.ce capabilities in ruins. And if the Alliance was forced to give up this system, they"d simply continue to herd their sentient meat-animals for G.o.d knew how long.
Her mind recoiled from the thought with disgust, and she turned from the conference room"s view screen. Even this meeting, wrestling with the problem of organizing her hastily a.s.sembled force while underway, was a welcome refuge from the ghosts of those centauroids.
The staff, with their terminals flanked by untidy stacks of hard copy, filled the compartment. The senior flag officers attended electronically, and had taken up a fair amount of time bickering over who got which ship for which task force. But now Terence Mukerji was striking a new note, and she sighed inwardly as she composed herself to hear him out.
"Of course I can understand your orders to remain in cloak after we transit to Anderson Three, Sky Marshal," he was saying in his unctuous way. "And also your policy of using RD2s to probe the Anderson Three warp point and all subsequent warp points before we transit. After all, this system is the last one we can be certain the Alliance still controls. But we must consider that the Bugs may be - indeed, very probably are - sending blocking forces to bar at least one of these warp points."
"Then what"s your point, Admiral?" she demanded, reining in her annoyance. "It"s precisely to warn us of such a force that I ordered the probing of the warp points. But in this fluid situation, the blocking forces may not be in place as yet. That"s why I insisted on haste in a.s.sembling this force."
"Yes, Sir," Mukerji murmured. "And why we didn"t wait for additional forces to arrive from Sol."
Avram resolutely held her temper and continued as though the interruption hadn"t taken place. "Likewise, remaining cloaked between transits will maximize our chances of advancing up this chain undetected if we can make it through the warp points before opposition crystallizes." She had to put up with Mukerji, whose most obvious talent was that of knowing which politicians to cultivate. More than once, she"d listened to Agamemnon Waldeck praise him as "an officer with a sound awareness of the political realities," and somehow refrained from gagging.
"Ah, yes, Sky Marshal. To be sure. At the same time... well, I would be derelict in my responsibility as second in command if I failed to point out that such a swift, undetected pa.s.sage may carry its own risk."
"Precisely what are you talking about, Admiral?"
"Simply this, Sky Marshal. If enemy blocking forces of sufficient strength arrive in position after we"ve transited, and if we find that Second Fleet has already been destroyed or rendered too weak to be of a.s.sistance, then we would be trapped ourselves." Mukerji paused and, misinterpreting Avram"s silence, pressed on. "So might I suggest that a more deliberate advance, coupled with attempts to ascertain Second Fleet"s status, might be in order? This way we could avoid the possibility of, as it were, throwing good money after bad." He paused again, awaiting appreciation of his witticism. But what he saw in Avram"s expression decided him against continuing. As the pause stretched and stretched, the noises in Xingu"s conference room died, one after another, until there was utter silence.
Avram broke it. "Understand me, Admiral Mukerji... and everyone else in the sound of my voice. Rescuing Second Fleet is our only consideration. We will pursue any course of action that offers a possibility of doing so, and to that end, I"m prepared to risk the loss of this entire force. We are all expendable!" She glared directly at the pickup and noted out of the corner of an eye that Mukerji"s face, normally the color of weak coffee, seemed to have acquired an extra dollop of cream. "Is that unmistakably clear, Admiral Mukerji?" You pusillanimous t.u.r.d, she silently added. Without waiting for a reply, she cut the connection. Then she swung her glare towards the staff. With comical abruptness, the hubbub resumed. Avram spared a moment to look back towards the view screen, where the distant stars gave no sense of motion although she knew that they were proceeding towards the Anderson Three warp point with all the speed their drives could provide.
You would"ve squashed him flat long ago, Ivan Nikolayevich, she thought as she gazed at those frustratingly motionless stars. But I"m not you. n.o.body is. Is that why I"m prepared to risk this force for any chance of getting you out alive? Or is it because Second Fleet is the cream of the TFN, and its loss is unthinkable? Either way, I"m making a logically unexceptionable decision, on the basis of cold calculation. Of course I am. Got to keep telling myself that.
"Red Seven-Two"s picking up something ahead, Skip."
"What?" Commodore Lucinda Chou, officially Special Operations Officer for Fighter Operations but known to one and all as Second Fleet"s farshathkhanaak, crossed quickly to her a.s.sistants console. Chou would vastly have preferred to be out in her own command fighter, but Thor"s CIC was the only logical place for her to be. Simple communications lag would have made it impractical for her to coordinate her recon sh.e.l.l from a point on its periphery.
"Not sure yet, Skip," Commander Ashengi replied. "Looks like a cloaked starship, but it"s way out at thirty light-minutes. Seven-Two got dead lucky to pick up anything at that range."
"Maybe they"ve got a malfunctioning ECM suite," Chou murmured. She turned and looked into the huge holo tank - eight times the size of the one on Thor"s flag deck - and rubbed her chin. The tiny light code was barely inside the perimeter of even CIC"s plot, but it was almost squarely between Second Fleet and the Anderson Four warp point. That icon might be a sensor ghost, and she wanted to believe it was, but she didn"t.
"Inform Admiral Taathaanahk and the Flag, Aucke," she said quietly. "Then set up an armed recon sweep. The Admiral may just want someone to go take a closer look at this."
Commander Aathmaahr led his mixed Terran-Ophiuchi strike group towards the contact. Aathmaahr had been a pilot - one of the elite Corthohardaa, whom the Terrans called "the Screaming Eagles" from the stylized hasfrazi head of their insignia - for over twenty Terran Standard years, but he"d never seen combat until the Bugs attacked. Now he"d seen more than he"d ever wanted to, and there seemed no end in sight. Well, he corrected himself, there is one possible end, but I will defer it as long as possible.
He clicked his beak in a grim chuckle and checked his instruments. Like most of his people, he felt disdain for the slower, clumsier gunboats. They were dangerous, yes, but they could never match a fighter"s dogfighting maneuverability, and Aathmaahr had made ace (a Human concept the OADC had adopted with enthusiasm) in his very first engagement against them. Of course, that had been before they started carrying AFHAWKs. Trying to go in close now would be even more costly, but squadron for squadron, and despite their point defense, gunboats were still no match for fighters armed with FM3s.
Yet they can kill us, he reminded himself, remembering how the human Chou had become Second Fleet"s farshathkhanaak. That post had been Captain Ythaanhk"s... until he met one of the gunboat-launched AFHAWKs head on. Not that Chou wasn"t a satisfactory replacement. She was less gifted than an Ophiuchi behind the controls, but she certainly understood fighter ops.
He checked his sensors again and shook off his daydreams. His strike group was beyond the recon sh.e.l.l perimeter now, and if that sensor ghost was truly a starship, his arrow straight course towards it would draw a response soon.
His fighters streaked onward, laden with three missiles each, and a worm of tension coiled within him. Surely the Bugs realized his purpose, and virtually all Bug starships carried gunboat racks. Only their pure missile platforms retained conventional XO racks, instead, and- "Talon Leader, Talon Green One," a human voice crackled in his earbug. "Do you see what I see at zero-zero-zero?"
"Affffirrmatttive, Grrreeen One," Aathmaahr replied. He felt a spike of pique that Lieutenant Brahman had gotten his report in before any of his Ophiuchi pilots, but it was distant and far away. The icons of Bug gunboats were blinking onto his plot in shoals, hundreds of them, with the instantaneous solidity possible only to small craft launching from cloaked starships.
Well, they"ve seen us, a small voice said deep within him.
"Aaaalphhhha One," he said to his tac officer, and Lieutenant Dahrmaar clicked his beak in a.s.sent. Long, strong fingers tapped at his console, flashing the order to the rest of the strike group, and Aathmaahr"s squadrons closed in around his own fighter. The Bugs had left their launch just too late, he thought grimly. They were launching across a broad arc, which gave an indication of their fleet"s deployment, but it also meant they needed time to concentrate. No more than fifty or sixty gunboats could intercept him short of the icon he"d come to examine, and he had forty-eight fighters to throw against them.
Even odds are in our favor, he reminded himself as his pilot rammed the drive to full power, and took his strike group straight down the enemy"s throat.
Attack Force One had waited eight days for the enemy. His long delay - probably to make repairs - had given the dispersed attack forces ample time to spread out to envelop him, whatever course he finally took, but it was obvious he had detected them at last. Fortunately, he had sent in only a fairly weak force of attack craft; unfortunately, the powerful reinforcements the core systems had sent up to support the attack forces" organic gunboat components were seventy light-minutes astern of Attack Force One... and so were the escort cruisers which were most effective against attack craft. Their inability to cloak had dictated their deployment, for it had been essential to hide the attack forces" presence from the enemy as long as possible.
But the enemy knew now, and com lasers sent their summons flashing astern at the speed of light. Even so, the message would take over an hour to be received, and Attack Force One"s own gunboats raced to meet the enemy.
The fighters held their missiles until the last moment, then punched every bird straight down the Bugs" throat at a range of five and a half light-seconds - a half light-second beyond the range of their AFHAWKs. Aathmaahr was only peripherally interested in killing gunboats; his mission was to determine what the enemy had in the way of starships, and he flung everything he had at the only foes between him and his objective.
Forty-eight fighters salvoed a hundred and forty-four missiles. Seventy acquired lock and homed for the kill, and point defense engaged them as they closed. Thirty-four were destroyed short of their targets; thirty-six went home, and fifty-six percent of the gunboats died. But then the survivors salvoed their ordnance, and a hundred and twelve AFHAWKs came streaking back.
The strike group split apart, each squadron maneuvering hard in the Waldeck Weave and its Ophiuchi equivalent. There were enough missiles out there to kill the entire strike group twice over, but the Bugs had fired too soon. Accuracy was poor at that range, and the fighters" evasive maneuvers made it poorer. "Only" seventeen of Aathmaahr"s fighters were blown apart, and the thirty-one survivors swept back in, drives howling, to tear into the twenty-eight remaining gunboats with internal lasers. Eight more fighters died, but they took all of the gunboats with them, and Aathmaahr led his shrunken group past the tumbling wreckage of friend and foe alike.
"One pa.s.ss!" he cautioned his pilots as they swept in towards the range at which no ECM could hide a starship from them. There would be time for no more - not with the other gunboats closing in vengefully from all sides - but without their missiles, his fighters had a forty-five percent speed advantage. They could get their look, then evade and- His thoughts broke off in disbelief as the Bug starship appeared suddenly on his sensors. Impossible! Nothing was that big! But the lumbering behemoth refused to vanish. It hung against the starscape, armored flanks studded with cavernous weapon bays, and he shook himself.
"Ffffalll backkk!" he barked over the com. "Tannngo Two!"
The twenty-three surviving members of SG 371 turned and fled for their carrier. Behind them, the stupendous ship they"d come so far to find ground steadily onward with its consorts.
Chapter Forty.
Even Legends Die
TFNS Colorado"s flag bridge was deathly silent as the holo of an unbelievable starship hung in the tactical display. It wasn"t a real visual, just computer imagery generated from the fighters" sensor data, but that made it no less terrifying. Twice the size of a superdreadnought, it hung there like a curse and chilled every heart with the firepower it must pack.
Too bad LeBlanc isn"t here, Ivan Antonov thought distantly. He keeps insisting Bugs don"t think like we do, and here is the proof. Three entire fleets, counting the one we just destroyed. Over five hundred starships - a hundred and sixty of them superdreadnoughts - G.o.d only knows how many gunboats, and the surrender of a populated star system just to bait a trap, and I walked straight into it.
He glared at the image, feeling the sickness and self-disgust at his core, then closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath.
No. It can"t all have been a trick. They would have required omniscience to deliberately let us see them in Centauri just to lure us here. No. They set this up only after we destroyed their covering force in Anderson One, yet that makes it no better. I have led three quarters of Home Fleet into a death trap.
He opened his eyes once more and made himself think.
"Estimates on firepower?" he asked de Bertholet quietly.
"Impossible to say, Sir." The ops officer seemed almost grateful for the technical question. "We"ve never even considered building something that size, so I don"t have any idea how much ma.s.s its engines eat up. At a guess, I"d say it probably has about a sixty or seventy percent edge over a superdreadnought in weapons" tonnage. It can"t be a lot more, even as big as it is; the support systems for its crew have to be scaled up, as well."
"So it has only a seventy percent individual superiority, eh?"
Antonov"s wry voice was poison dry, and de Bertholet surprised himself with a bark of strained laughter. He smoothed any sign of levity from his face instantly, but Antonov only produced a wintry smile without taking his eyes from the display.
"Unless their construction rate is far higher than our own, it must have taken at least two years to build such vessels," he spoke as if only to himself, then nodded. "Yes, that would make sense. Especially since they lacked command datalink at the outset. They couldn"t match our datagroups" size, so they built bigger individual units to even the firepower." He frowned, rubbing his chin. "Yet why wait this long to commit them? Unless their breakthrough into modern datalink came as a surprise to them?" He c.o.c.ked his head, then nodded again. "If that were the case, then they would have had to refit with the new command systems before committing them - possibly even redesign their entire armaments. We know they prefer specialized designs, after all...."
He gazed at the holo a moment longer, then turned away. A raised hand summoned Stovall and Kozlov to join de Bertholet at his side, and he folded his hands behind him as he faced his senior staffers grimly.
"The level of threat has just risen," he said flatly. "We lack even the most imperfect estimate of the firepower this new cla.s.s represents, nor do we know how many of them the enemy has. We have seen only one. There may be dozens, or they may have only a handful; the only way we can discover which is to engage them."
Stovall nodded with matching grimness. The others simply waited, eyes and mouths tense.
"Unfortunately, we must a.s.sume that whatever force their drones summoned also has such units. If this is true, a warp point a.s.sault against them becomes even more unacceptable. Nor can we risk a head-on engagement with the enemy force we have detected. If we take heavy losses against the single force we know about, we weaken ourselves - perhaps fatally - against any additional enemies."
He paused, and Stovall frowned. "You"re correct, of course, Sir," he said slowly, "but they"re between us and the warp point. To me, that suggests they must have had us under observation the entire time, probably with cloaked light cruisers, or they couldn"t have positioned themselves so precisely. a.s.suming that"s true, they have the advantage of knowing where we are. If we let them choose the time and place to hit us-" He shrugged, and Antonov nodded.