The enemy attack craft finished off the last gunboats and crippled heavy cruisers. They took losses of their own, but their casualties were minor compared to the carnage they wreaked. When the enemy"s heavy units began to transit at last, the s.p.a.ce about the warp point was clear of all save the tattered remnants of minefields which could scarcely even inconvenience him.
The waiting deep s.p.a.ce force watched from seventy-one light-minutes as ship after ship streamed from the warp point. The enemy"s ship-launched mine-killing missiles completed the task of clearing lanes, and fresh waves of attack craft fanned out to cover his flanks as he began to advance. The deep s.p.a.ce force watched... and then it began to retreat.
"That"s affirmative, Sir," Kozlov announced from her station. "All elements of the enemy main body are withdrawing. They"re on a vector which, if unchanged, should take them along this projected course." She made adjustments, and a red line appeared in the flag bridges holo tank. It was a course that made sense only if the objective was to reach another warp point. G.o.d knows there"s nothing else to reach, Antonov thought; the local primary star was a blue giant, shining palely in a view screen which automatically stepped down its brilliance in deference to human eyes. The recon drones hadn"t even bothered scanning for planets.
Maybe the lack of anything to defend explained this un-Buglike behavior. Still...
"Shall we pursue, Admiral?" de Bertholet asked, breaking into his thoughts.
"Da. But we will continue to observe all defensive precautions. Anyone who breaks formation without orders will hear from me!"
"That will hold us down to the speed of the slowest superdreadnoughts." De Bertholet carefully made it an observation, not a protest.
"We will proceed even more slowly than that, Commander. Our drives have been overworked in the course of this campaign, without the opportunity for a proper overhaul. I don"t wish to abuse them further. We will pursue at a speed which allows us to keep the Bugs under pressure with fighter strikes. Greater speed than that is neither necessary nor, perhaps, desirable."
"What do you mean, Sir?" Stovall asked.
"Their failure to engage their cloaking ECM still disturbs me. If there"s any kind of trap awaiting us, I want to be sure our ships still have their full tactical speed capability available. For this reason, I"d rather not push our drives to their limit just now. If, on the other hand, there"s nothing more here than meets the eye - if, that is, it"s a simple case of the Bugs retreating because a useless warp nexus like this isn"t worth fighting for - then I don"t want to overtake them before they"ve shown us the warp point through which they intend to escape."
"They"re falling back, Sir!" Captain Mandagalla sounded as if she couldn"t quite believe her own report. Crete and the rest of Prescott"s fast superdreadnoughts and battlecruisers led Second Fleet towards the enemy, covered by the smoothly practiced strike groups of TF 21"s CVLs, and Prescott felt his matching surprise as his plot confirmed his chief of staff"s report. They were falling back, and that itch of worry stirred again.
It wasn"t the first time the Bugs had retreated, yet he couldn"t quite quash the itch. They couldn"t retreat fast enough to avoid action forever, and given the ma.s.sive gunboat force those ships must mother, the logical move would have been to linger just beyond SBMHAWK range, then rush the warp point behind a wall of gunboats and kamikazes. They probably couldn"t have stopped Second Fleet - especially if Antonov had deployed reserve SBMHAWKs - but it would certainly have been their best chance to hurt it badly. So why hadn"t they?
"Anything from the recon fighters, Jacques?" he asked sharply.
"No, Sir," the ops officer replied. "They"re over ten light-minutes out already. If there were anything out there, they"d have seen it by now."
The cloaked battlecruisers watched from fifty light-minutes out as the enemy moved to pursue the retreating deep s.p.a.ce force. He was not moving at the full speed of which he was capable. That was good; it would take him longer to overtake and destroy his targets.
The battlecruisers waited until the last enemy vessel had cleared the mines, then began their stealthy advance towards the warp point at twenty thousand kilometers per second. It would take them over twelve hours to reach their destination, but that had been calculated from the outset. They were too few in number to affect the outcome of the battle to come, anyway... and perfectly sufficient for their mission.
Commander Francis Lafferty, acting CO of the brutally wounded CVA Norn, let himself sink into the astrogator"s command chair with a carefully suppressed groan of exhaustion. He was just as happy Captain Duk"s chair had been destroyed by the hit which killed her. He"d liked the captain almost as much as he"d respected her; sitting in her chair would have seemed a slap at her memory, yet Regs and tradition alike would have left him no choice if it had survived her.
At least we"ve got the command deck pressurized again, he thought bitterly. That"s more than half our compartments can say.
Norn would fight again, thanks entirely to the engineers who"d designed her for maximum survivability, but Lafferty felt another wrench of anguish as he thought of the hundreds of people who wouldn"t be aboard when she did. The anguish only intensified when he added the already confirmed losses her strike group had suffered, and he jerked himself away from that painful subject and looked at the visual display. TFNS Hyacinth, the Dunedin-cla.s.s CLE detached to stand by the big a.s.sault carrier, floated in its depths like a reminder there were still friends in a hostile universe, and just seeing her was an enormous psychological relief.
His com panel chirped, and he pressed the key. "Bridge, Comman- Captain speaking," he corrected himself with a grimace.
"We"ve got Drive Four and Five back on-line, Sir." Lieutenant Driscoll, Norn"s senior surviving engineer, had worked nonstop for twenty hours since the rest of Second Fleet had left the CVA behind to lick her wounds. Her dirty face was etched with deep lines on the com screen, and Lafferty wondered if she would ever look young again.
"Good work, Jeanette," he said sincerely, and was rewarded by a wan smile. Norn could make half her designed speed now, and he turned his chair - one of the irritating things about its location was that it required him to turn to see his bridge crew - to face his helmsman. "As soon as Lieutenant Driscoll signals readiness, take us to maximum available. I"ll feel better with a little more s.p.a.ce between us and the warp point."
"Aye, aye, Sir," the helmsman replied.
Lafferty was just turning back to his panel when the acting tac officer spoke.
"Drones transiting the warp point," he announced, then paled. "They"re not ours, Sir!"
Lafferty jumped out of his chair and crossed to Tactical, and his face went as pale as the tactical officer"s as he saw not simply dozens but scores of drones streaking past his ship.
"Vector?" he snapped.
"They"re heading straight up the chain, Sir," the tac officer said grimly, and Lafferty"s stomach froze. A few drones pa.s.sed close enough for Hyacinth"s point defense to kill, but ninety percent got through, and he could think of only one reason for the Bugs to be sending them.
"How many drones do we have left, Com?" he demanded.
"Uh, ten - no, twelve, Sir, but two are damaged. I don"t know how reliable they are."
Lafferty"s mind raced. With no way to know what course Second Fleet had pursued since his own ship had been detached he couldn"t use courier drones to alert the Admiral from here. He could warn the Fleet Train and Alpha Centauri, but to warn Antonov- He faced the implications squarely, then drew a deep breath. "Stand by to record."
"Standing by, Sir."
""Enemy courier drones have just been dispatched past this ship,"" Lafferty told the pickup in a flat, overcontrolled voice. ""They are headed up the chain towards Centauri. I repeat, towards Centauri. I will attempt to advise Admiral Antonov."" He started to say something more, then stopped himself. Anyone who received that message wouldn"t need him to tell them the Bugs wouldn"t have launched drones unless there was someone to receive them.
Someone lurking along Second Fleet"s only line of retreat.
"Got it?" he said instead.
"On the chip, Sir."
"Very well. Append our log and be sure the location and time chops are current, then transmit it to Hyacinth. Inform Commander Watanabe that I want him to download it to his drones, then launch half of them for Centauri and the other half to Admiral Chin."
"Aye, aye, Sir. And our own drones?"
"Download the same message and set them for a circular search pattern. Tag their beacons with an all-ships signal and lock in the Code Omega release sequence."
"But-" the com officer began, then closed his mouth as Lafferty met his eyes. He hesitated a moment longer, then nodded. "Aye, Sir," he said quietly, and Lafferty stared down into the plot. He felt the tac officer beside him and tasted the other man"s fear as he worked through the logic Lafferty had already followed to its terrifying conclusion.
"We don"t have much speed," Lafferty said almost thoughtfully. "If whoever sent those drones is covering the warp point, we"ll never be able to outrun them. But if we take Hyacinth back through with us, one of us may be able to get a transmission - or at least a drone - off to the Admiral."
He didn"t add "before they kill us," but the tac officer swallowed audibly, then nodded. Unless there was time for Plotting to get them a bearing on the rest of Second Fleet, they couldn"t even use lasers or give their drones a definite vector. They might have time for an omnidirectional transmission, but in twenty hours, Antonov could have moved as much as a hundred light-minutes. That was too far for an omnidirectional message - and if the Bugs who"d launched those drones were directly atop the warp point, it would take far longer than they were likely to have to get the com lasers a bearing. Which meant it would all come down to the twelve drones Norn still had, and on a blind search pattern....
"I want as many nonessential personnel as possible off both ships first," Lafferty said quietly. "Tell Hyacinth to fill up her small craft, then fill ours, as well. Cram them in as tight as you can without overloading their life support, then get back to me."
"Yes, Sir," the tac officer said just as quietly. "I"ll see to it."
The enemy fleet had moved well beyond its sensor range of the warp point in pursuit of the deep s.p.a.ce force. It was safe to launch gunboats now, and the battlecruisers deployed one hundred and twenty of them.
TFNS Norn and TFNS Hyacinth made transit. They survived for twenty-three seconds... far too short a time for their sensor systems to stabilize or their transmitters to come on-line.
Even with the auto-launch Omega sequence on-line, only five of Norn"s drones got away. Pouncing gunboats killed two, and the other three fled blindly into the depths of the system.
Chapter Thirty-eight.
Heralds of Armageddon
Rear Admiral Michael Chin strolled onto the battlecruiser Psyche"s flag bridge with a pleasant sense of repletion. Chin was a small man whose careful tailoring couldn"t disguise a slight tubbiness. That caused him the occasional moment of depression, but he was also a cheerful extrovert who liked his simple pleasures, and breakfast had hit the spot nicely. His silver-chased coffee mug bore the crest of TFNS Prince George, whose ship"s company had presented it to then-Captain Chin on the day he made commodore, and he sipped from it as he ambled across to Commander Maslett, his ops officer.
"Good morning, Sir."
"Morning, Andy." Chin took another sip while he studied the plot. Second Fleet"s support ships lay in Anderson Four, near the warp point to Anderson Three, prepared to retreat towards Centauri at need, and a few small craft plied back and forth on routine missions. "Looks quiet," the admiral went on. "Anything more from Admiral Antonov?"
"Not since his initial drones," Maslett replied.
"Huh." Chin lowered his mug and pulled on his nose with his left hand. He was basically Second Fleet"s grocer at the moment, but epicurean or not, he was also an experienced - and good - Battle Fleet flag officer, and the enemy"s antics puzzled him. There had to be a reason the Bugs were falling back instead of counterattacking, but he was d.a.m.ned if he could think of one. Unless they knew reinforcements were coming and they were trying to rendezvous before Antonov hit them? But if that was the case, why not cloak? A star system was a huge hiding place, and Second Fleet knew the locations of none of Anderson Five"s other warp points. If Chin had commanded an inferior system-defense force and known reinforcements were coming, he certainly would have stayed cloaked till they got there. He would have taken up a position near the reinforcements" entry warp point and hidden until they arrived to join him - and without carriers, he would have gone right on hiding until he actually engaged the enemy.
Of course, these defenders were Bugs, and no one - with the possible exception of Marcus LeBlanc - was prepared even to try to explain how their minds (if any) worked. It was also true the hammering they"d taken over the last five months might have shaken them into panic-born stupidity, he supposed, but it still seemed odd.
Well, that was Antonov"s problem, and Chin could think of few people better suited to handle it. His own problems were more prosaic, and he grimaced as he glanced at the icons of the damaged units which had replaced his tried and tested battleships. He"d hated giving up BG 30, but he supposed it would have been churlish to complain when he"d been given eight SDs in exchange. It would have been nice if those SDs hadn"t been chosen because they"d been so badly shot up, but whatever shape their armor might be in, his repair ships had gotten most of their internal systems back on-line. And, he reminded himself, damaged or not, a superdreadnought was still a superdreadnought.
He smiled at the thought, nodded to Maslett, and headed for the com section to catch up on the day-to-day details of his command.
It was getting on towards lunch, and Admiral Chin was updating reports on his briefing room terminal when a signal warbled at him. His head snapped up as the priority of the two-toned signal registered, and he stabbed at his com key.
"Yes?"
"Sir, we"ve got drones transiting to Anderson Three." It was Commander Guthrey, his chief of staff, and the report on Chin"s display vanished as he opened a window to the com system. Guthrey"s face replaced it, and his expression was as tense as his voice. Chin raised an eyebrow, and Guthrey"s mouth tightened.
"They weren"t ours, Sir," he said quietly, "and we make it at least fifty of them."
"Headed up the chain?" Chin"s question was sharp, and Guthrey nodded grimly.
Chin felt as if someone had just punched him in the belly. It didn"t take a mental giant to realize the Fleet Train was directly in the path of whatever might respond to those drones.
"Did we kill any of them?" he demanded.
"A few, Sir - not many." Guthrey shrugged. "We only had a light CSP out, and they took our pilots completely by surprise and blew past us before anyone could really respond."
"d.a.m.n." Chin said the word softly, then closed his eyes and made himself think. If only their survey efforts hadn"t fallen so far behind! The Navy still knew virtually nothing about Anderson Three, but the data on One and Two was piling up. If there was an undiscovered Bug warp point back there, and the courier drones said there was, then it was most probably in Three - which put it right on top of Rear Admiral Michael Chin.
He sat for perhaps forty-five seconds, mind flashing through possibilities and options, but he had too little information to a.s.sess the former... and far too few of the latter.
"Alert the Task Force," he said. "Send the escort to GQ and tell the service ship skippers we"re moving out in ten minutes. Then have Astrogation plot a course to take us into Anderson Three and on a sharp dogleg back to Anderson Two."
"A dogleg"s going to increase our transit time," Guthrey warned.
"I know. But they wouldn"t call in the troops unless they thought they had enough to deal with all of Second Fleet. That means we sure as h.e.l.l can"t fight them, but if we make transit quickly enough, we may be able to get far enough away from the warp point to hide from them."
"Yes, Sir." Guthrey still didn"t like it, but he nodded sharply.
"As soon as you"ve pa.s.sed those messages, fire up the com sats to Centauri and-"
"Excuse me, Sir." Andrew Maslett"s voice cut into the circuit. "We"re picking up more drones, and this time they"re ours."
"From Admiral Antonov?"
"No, Sir. Most of them are headed up-chain, but five are coming straight for us, and their beacons say they"re from Hyacinth. Com is querying them, but they"re still six light-minutes out."
"From Hyacinth?" Chin"s eyes met Guthrey"s. The chief of staff shrugged in helpless ignorance, and Chin"s jaws clamped tight. Hyacinth was only a CLE, so why would she dispatch drones to him? If Second Fleet had been engaged, any message should be coming from Antonov or one of his subordinate flag officers, not a light cruiser"s skipper!
"All right," he said again. "Pa.s.s the rest of those orders, Stan, but hold the message to GHQ until we"ve had a chance to read Hyacinth"s drones."
"Yes, Sir."
"I"ll see you on Flag Bridge in two minutes," Chin concluded, and cut the circuit.
"We"ve got the drone download, Sir," Maslett said. Ten dragging minutes had pa.s.sed since the drone beacons had been picked up. Most of the Fleet Train was already into Anderson Three and headed for Centauri, but Psyche had lagged behind to recover the drones, and Chin turned to his ops officer with painfully divided emotions. Part of him burned with impatience for the message"s contents, but another part wanted to delay the moment as long as possible, as if not knowing could somehow keep whatever it said from being true.
"Very well, Andy. Let"s see it," he said quietly, and the small com screen at his command chair bunked to life with Commander Lafferty"s brief message.
Chin watched it with mingled relief and frustration. At least his worst fear - that Second Fleet had been annihilated, leaving Hyacinth its sole survivor - had been disproved, but Lafferty"s warning had been dispatched two days ago. G.o.d only knew what had happened since!
At least Lafferty was in position to see the drones coming, he reminded himself, and we"re tied into the comsat chain to Centauri. From the timing, the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds waited until Antonov was too far out from the warp point to see them go. That means this probably is an ambush, but Norn saw it coming. By now she"s warned Antonov, and we can alert Centauri a h.e.l.l of a lot faster than if we had to rely on drones of our own.
"At least we"ve got some warning," he said quietly.
"Yes, Sir." Guthrey didn"t add "for what it"s worth," but Chin heard it anyway.
"Update our sitrep, then get it off to Centauri," the admiral went on. "Be sure to append our projected course, and inform Sky Marshal Avram we"ll try to evade on our way home."
"Yes, Sir."
A brisk nod dismissed his staffers to their jobs, and the message flashed at light-speed along the chain of satellites Second Fleet had emplaced across Anderson Three. That chain stretched all the way to Centauri, and the message, slowed only briefly at each manned warp point relay station, would reach Centauri within little more than twenty-three hours. Unless, of course, the Bugs had already cut the chain somewhere ahead of the Fleet Train.