"He says "Unknown vessel, this is the Terraaan vessel Maaashhaaanaaa. Identify yourself or be fired upon.""
"Maaashhaaanaaa?" Maariaah repeated. "What sort of ship name is that?"
"Sir, I have her on our shipping list," Shaairal"s tactical officer reported. "According to the file, she is one of their Hun-cla.s.s survey cruisers."
"Hun-cla.s.s , is it?" Maariaah wished - not for the first time - that all TFN ships could have such easily p.r.o.nounced names rather than the clumsy sounds Humans kept inflicting on the poor things. But the thought was only a flicker on the surface of his mind, for the Huns were survey ships, like his own Harkhan. Was it truly possible-?
"Sir, the challenge is repeating," the com officer said nervously, and the a.s.sistant tactical officer spoke almost in the same breath.
"Captain, I am picking up fire control emissions from at least five sources!"
"Very well," Maariaah said far more calmly than he felt. "Com, reply "This is the Zheeerlikou"valkhannaieee cruiser Harkhan,"" the cub of the khan acknowledged and Maariaah looked at the tac officer. "If this is a ruse, he will fire the instant he receives our reply. Be ready."
"Aye, Small Claw."
A moment of intolerable tension hovered, and then the voice came from the speakers again. It spoke much more slowly this time, slowly enough even Maariaah could follow it.
"Harkhan, this is Captain Josepha Vargas, TFN, commanding Survey Flotilla Two-Five-One. You"ve had us worried," it said.
Chapter Thirty-one.
h.e.l.l"s Gate
Small Claw Maariaah watched his plot"s icons and tried - unsuccessfully - not to feel envious. His Lahstyn-cla.s.s cruisers represented the best compromise the Khanate could afford: well equipped to avoid detection, yet extremely austere, without even command datalink. The KON simply could not divert sufficient funding to build the numbers of survey ships it required if it opted for any more sophisticated design, but the Terran Federation could... and had.
Maariaah was senior to Captain Vargas, the Human survey force commander, yet his ships, for all their numbers, made a poor showing beside her command. TFNS Belisarius, her flagship, was one of the new Guerriere-B command battlecruisers, with the control systems to provide a datanet for her entire flotilla, and her actual survey ships were all Hun-Bs, refitted with military engines. It reduced their strategic speed but gave them the tactical fleetness to outrun any Bugs they happened across - just as Belisarius" datalink gave them an excellent chance of outfighting any picket cruisers which crossed their path. And what Maariaah envied most of all, perhaps, was TFNS Caravan, an armed freighter built on a converted Dunkerque-cla.s.s battlecruiser hull and equipped with cloaking ECM as well as a light missile battery. Caravan"s cargo capacity was the final support element which allowed the TFN to mount long-ranged, sustained survey operations which the KON simply could not match.
And the crowning element in Maariaah"s ign.o.ble envy were the eighty brand-new second-generation recon drones in Caravan"s capacious holds. The Humans had finally gotten warp-capable drones into production, and the all but invisible robots let Vargas probe warp points at greatly reduced risk of detection... and without exposing her own ships to hostile action.
It was, he thought, a lesson in the advantages of affluence, and not even the fact that the Humans were shipping thousands of the new RD2s to the Khanate completely eased its sting.
Yet for all that, Vargas had reached the system Maariaah had named Zaaia"pharaan, in honor of his maternal granddam, only after his own flotilla. Zaaia"pharaan lay at the extreme end of a frontier warp line Vargas had been engaged in extending, and so was of far less value to the Federation than to the Khanate. No doubt the Humans would have ceded it to their allies for that reason alone, but under the Treaty of Mattar, a system belonged to whoever reached it first, and Vargas had readily acknowledged the Zheeerlikou"valkhannaieee"s prior claim on Zaaia"pharaan.
Still, they were allies, and they were here, and he and Vargas had decided to operate in concert. Once they had realized they were playing catch-as-catch-can with allies rather than enemies - or, rather, once Vaaargaaas, with her superior instrumentation, realized it, the small claw reminded himself sourly - they had not taken long to complete their sweep of the system. They had found no sign of enemy vessels, but they had detected two additional warp points, and they would soon make the first move to explore them.
In the meantime, Rehfrak had been brought up to date. Vargas" relief at having a powerful fleet in support distance had been unmistakable, but the Human least claw had also realized why Maariaah was so nervous. She had no more desire than he to show the Bugs the way to Rehfrak, and it was she who had suggested that the fleet element remain in the sector capital rather than advance to Zaaia"pharaan. Under the circ.u.mstances, it was more important to keep the Rehfrak connection secret than to protect the survey ships. In the event that the enemy was encountered and managed to track them, the Humans had agreed that their combined force would fall back on Human s.p.a.ce, leading the Bugs away from Rehfrak. Given that no inhabited Human system lay within twelve transits, the Federation had far more depth to play with. As to who held t.i.tle to any additional systems they jointly discovered, that would be up to the diplomats, although Maariaah suspected the Khanate"s possession of Zaaia"pharaan would give it the inside track.
"Caaaptain Vaaargaaas reports that she is prepared to deploy the first drone flight, Sir," Shaairal reported, and Maariaah flicked an ear in acknowledgment.
"Instruct her to proceed," he said.
"All right, Mal," Josepha Vargas said. "We"ve got an audience of Tabbies just waiting to see how well our new toy works. Let"s not embarra.s.s ourselves."
"I think that can be arranged, Sir," Commander Malcolm Klesko replied, "but please remember these things are still on the temperamental side."
"I"ll be totally sympathetic," she a.s.sured him. "Right after I skin you out and salt down the hide."
"You"re so understanding," Klesko sighed, but he grinned as he spoke. The RD2 was his baby, for he"d been a.s.sistant project officer on the team which finally got it into production. That was why Vargas had specifically requested him, and getting her request granted was a major coup for her. Yet they both knew he was right. The new drones were - or would be, once they got the kinks out of them - an enormous boon to Survey Command, but they were still a new system, and the conditions under which they had to operate were harsh.
Although larger than courier drones, they were smaller than anything else which had ever been capable of making even a single transit, and single transits were useless for survey missions. They had to get through the warp point, look around, and come back. So far, about one in three was getting home, but only one survivor in ten brought back any useful data; the internal systems of the other nine were hopelessly addled by the brutal stress of a first-transit through an uncharted warp point. R&D promised the failure rate would drop, but the most optimistic success rate projected, even for the fully matured technology, was no more than forty to fifty percent.
"Just do your best," Vargas said, and Klesko nodded before he keyed his boom mike.
"Final systems check," he said crisply.
"All green, Sir," Ensign Michaelson replied instantly.
"Very well. Activate the first flight."
"Activating now," Michaelson confirmed, and Klesko watched his display.
The RD2s were too large to launch from XO racks. Instead, they had to be deployed from a cargo hold, preflighted in s.p.a.ce by vac-suited technicians, and then sent on their way. It was all very complicated, but Klesko felt a glow of satisfaction as the first ten drones brought their drives on-line, headed for the warp point in a chain of glittering icons, and one by one vanished.
"Telemetry lost," Michaelson reported, exactly on the tick, and Klesko nodded and tipped his chair back to keep an eye on the time. All they could do now was wait.
"Those are very difficult sensor targets, Small Claw," Observer First Cheraahlk said in tones of deep respect.
"Good," Maariaah grunted. "Perhaps the enemy will find them equally difficult to detect," he added, and other officers flicked their ears in sober agreement.
"I wonder if Caaaptain Vaaargaaas would sell us a few?" Harkhan"s tac officer mused.
"I shall ask her," Maariaah a.s.sured him with a purring chuckle. "Of course, we would also have to rent Caravaaan to haul them around for us!"
"I have nothing else to spend my exorbitant salary on, Sir," the tac officer replied, and a wave of laughter rippled around the bridge.
Malcolm Klesko checked the time - again - and nodded. a.s.suming the warp point didn"t lead to a black hole or something equally drastic, he should see something just... about... now.
"Transit beacon!" Ensign Michaelson sang out, and Klesko grinned. "I"ve got another one- No, wait... Correction, Sir. I have a total of four beacons!"
"Outstanding!" Klesko replied. A forty percent return rate was the highest they"d managed yet, but he reminded himself not to start celebrating too soon. The mere fact that his babies had returned didn"t mean they"d come home coherent, and he began inputting commands.
The first drone was a disappointment; his techs might be able to overhaul the systems for reuse, but the memory core was a compete write-off, and he moved on to number two.
Aha! That was better. The second-stage astro data was shot, which meant the drone could provide no information on whatever lay beyond the warp point, but first-stage memory was intact. That gave him a readout on the grav stresses, and even if the other two drones contained no data at all, he"d be able to program the second flight for a much gentler transit, which would enhance the chance of obtaining recoverable data by at least a factor of ten.
He tapped a key, downloading the grav data to Plotting, and let the astrogation techs play with it while he moved on.
Drone three was a complete write-off. He doubted there was even much point in trying to salvage components, but he handed it off to Michaelson"s crew anyway. They might get some use out of it, and the things were expensive enough to make the effort worthwhile.
Despite the blank on number three, Klesko felt decidedly cheerful as he turned to number four. The grav readout alone justified all the hard work R&D had put in on the system, and- His thoughts broke off as the drone"s memory downloaded to his display. He stared at it for a moment, trying to convince himself he was really seeing it, then looked over his shoulder.
"Captain," he said very, very quietly, "I think you"d better look at this."
The tension hit Small Claw Maariaah and Son of the Khan Shaairal like a fist as Josepha Vargas" exec led them into TFNS Belisarius" briefing room. Neither was particularly skilled at reading human expressions, but their hosts" taut, unnatural stillness required little skill.
"Thank you for coming, Small Claw," Vargas said quietly, rising to greet the visitors.
"No thanks are necessary, Caaaptain," Maariaah replied after Shaairal had translated. "Your vessel"s data systems are far better suited to processing and displaying this information."
Vargas dipped her head in a small bow and waved the two Orions to chairs. She waited until they were seated, then nodded to Klesko.
The commander cleared his throat - he was more accustomed to dealing with machinery than Tabbies, and he was very much the man on the spot - and brought the holo unit up. A small-scale display of the system beyond the warp point appeared, and he picked up his light pencil and spoke slowly, allowing Shaairal time to translate for the small claw.
"As you can see, gentlemen, we don"t have much detail," he began. "The drones" sensors are the best we can build into such a small package, but they aren"t very powerful compared to a full-sized starship"s. Nonetheless, I think the imagery speaks for itself."
He used the light pencil to pick out the icon of the drone"s entry warp point.
"This is a Type Fourteen closed point. That"s the good news. This -" the light pencil moved to the two innermost orbital sh.e.l.ls of the G3 primary "- is the bad news."
The Human, Maariaah thought, had a distinct talent for understatement. The planets lay at six and ten light-minutes respectively, well within the liquid water zone, and they were a solid glare of high-level emissions. Worse, the closed warp point lay little more than a light-hour out, well below the system ecliptic. That had given the drone an excellent look "up" at its environs, and the s.p.a.ce between the star"s asteroid belt and those planets was heavy with drive fields.
Bug drive fields.
The small claw shivered. Undoubtedly, most of those drives belonged to freighters and resource ships, but there were over two hundred. G.o.ds alone knew how many the drone had not seen, and, for the first time, Maariaah realized emotionally, not just intellectually, how ma.s.sively the enemy exploited star systems. That many ships suggested an industrial base at least five times as great as that of any Orion system he had ever seen... and it lay two transits from Rehfrak.
Fathers of Sheerino, he thought numbly. The very thing every Allied strategist dreams of finding, a closed warp point in the very heart of an enemy core system, and it lies here.
"It"s an El Dorado, gentlemen," Klesko said, "and I wish to G.o.d it was anywhere else."
"Truth, Commaaander," Maariaah said softly.
"Small Claw, this system belongs to the Khanate," Josepha Vargas said. "Whatever the Joint Chiefs ultimately decide, the immediate decision must be yours. Shall I send the second-flight drones through or suspend operations pending the decision of higher authority?"
Maariaah gazed at the holo - at the priceless axis of attack which was also the very gate of h.e.l.l for Rehfrak - and knew the Human captain was right. The decision was his.
"How confident are you that your drones have not been detected?" he asked.
"Mal?" Vargas said.
"I"m totally confident that no one actually observed their transit, Small Claw," Klesko replied. "This drone"s systems came through in remarkably good shape. If anything had been close enough to spot such a small signature, the drone would have picked it up, even if it was cloaked. But we lost six drones somewhere in-system. The odds are vanishingly small that we could ever find them once power exhaustion takes their telemetry links off-line. The only way I could be sure of finding them would be to trigger their homing beacons, and the Bugs can"t do that without the access codes. But there is a chance someone could literally stumble over them."
"Not a high one, I should think," Shaairal put in. "There appears to be no traffic near this warp point - not surprisingly, given how close to the primary it lies. One does not find many warp points so close in, and it also lies below the ecliptic. Surely there is only a very small chance any of their ships would come close enough to it to pick up such low-signature objects."
"No doubt you"re correct, Sir," Klesko agreed, "and that"s exactly what we designed the drones to accomplish. But "unlikely" isn"t "impossible." There is a chance, however slight."
"And if we insert additional drones, we increase that chance," Maariaah observed.
"True." Vargas sighed. She leaned back in her chair, one hand toying with a lock of short brown hair, and let her worried eyes sweep her own officers, then looked directly at Maariaah.
"Small Claw, there"s going to be enormous pressure to use this warp point as soon as possible - especially from my people," she said flatly. "We"ve been totally on the defensive from Day One, and so far we"ve taken far more damage than we"ve inflicted. No doubt some of your own fangs will feel the same way, but you and I both know what a double-edged sword this is." Maariaah was unfamiliar with the metaphor, but he grasped the implications instantly when Shaairal translated, and he gave a vigorous human-style nod. "Is your Navy in a position to guarantee Rehfrak"s security if this operation goes sour?" she asked bluntly.
"No." Maariaah"s reply was equally blunt. He disliked admitting that, but it was only truth, and the stakes were too great for anything less.
"Neither can we," Vargas said. "We"re a long way from the closest Terran naval base, and our covering force is no more than a heavy task group." She looked around once more, then nodded sharply. "Under the circ.u.mstances, I recommend against deploying the second flight."
"I concur, Sir," Shaairal said, and Maariaah flicked his ears in agreement, profoundly relieved by the humans" att.i.tude.
"I think that wise," he said after a moment. "We can always send more probes through later, and I would feel much better with powerful support forces in position first."
"As would I." Vargas looked back at the holo and sighed. "I"ve been looking for exactly this since the war started. Now I"ve got it, and I wish to h.e.l.l I didn"t. Or that it was somewhere out back of beyond. But at least this time we found it instead of them finding us, Small Claw."
"Truth," Maariaah said again, and bared just the tips of his fangs. "It is nice to be on the finding end for a change, is it not?"
"As long as it doesn"t turn around and eat us after all, Small Fang," Vargas said very quietly, eyes still on the holo. "As long as it doesn"t turn around and eat us."
Chapter Thirty-two.
Questions of Command
Kthaara"zarthan gazed at his vilkshatha brother, and shook his head slowly in what he"d learned was a gesture reflecting sorrowful contemplation of the depths of Human evil.
"I fear you have let it go to your head, as you Humans say, Eeevahn"zarthan."
Ivan Antonov grinned at him. Kthaara"s p.r.o.nunciation of his first name certainly came closer than the butchery - roughly, EYE-van - committed by native speakers of Standard English. "Come, Kthaara Kornazhovich," he said in a mollifying tone. "You know me better than to think I"d let my head be turned by this "Grand Alliance Commander in Chief" nonsense. The only advantage it has is that, because some people are stupid enough to take it seriously, it lets me cut through the bureaucratic s.h.i.t and get some things done more expeditiously than I used to as simple chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff."
"Like appointing yourself to command the offensive to be launched from Zaaia"pharaan," Kthaara accused.
Antonov smiled. "Be honest, Kthaasha. Is it the Khan"s agreement to cede Zephrain?" (He used the human compromise with the impossible handle Maariaah"sheerino had given the system.) "Is that what"s really bothering you?"
"It is not my place to question the Khan"s decisions," Kthaara huffed. Then he relaxed with the suddenness that could still catch Antonov by surprise after sixty years. "And besides, I have to admit that this one makes sense. It is just so... well, unprecedented."
Antonov nodded, understanding Kthaara"s feelings. The Orions were a conservative lot. And the agreement was extraordinary. But so was the dilemma the Khan and his advisers had found themselves in. Their very genes - to say nothing of the white-hot memory of Kliean - had cried out to them to use Zephrain for an offensive into what was clearly part of the Bug industrial heartland. But with the thought of Kliean had come the chilling realization of what could happen if a Bug counterstroke penetrated to Rehfrak. And the Khanate, unlike the Federation, could not spare the industrial capacity to undertake a ma.s.sive new program of defensive construction.
So the Khan had stunned his Terran allies by offering to cede Zephrain to them in fee simple, in exchange for their pledge to fortify it - and also Rehfrak itself - beyond any reasonable possibility of danger should the offensive go awry. The Federation had accepted, and agreed to postpone the attack until the work of castramentation was complete. And so the freighters had begun to ply the route to Zephrain, laden with modular components of Fortress Command"s prefabricated orbital weapons platforms and with the myriads of cheap but lethal mines that would envelop the crucial warp points with clouds of death. Those freighters" databases, like those of all Allied ships that would operate in Zephrain s.p.a.ce, were innocent of all knowledge of the warp link to Rehfrak; secrecy, as much as firepower, would shield the Khan"s subjects.
The t.i.tanic project was by no means complete, but it was far enough along for Antonov and his staff to begin planning the offensive that would set out from an impregnable Zephrain. And to name that offensive"s commander...
Antonov smiled again. "Don"t mope, Kthaasha. You know I wouldn"t do it if I didn"t have you to leave here as acting chairman of the Joint Chiefs. As it is, I know I won"t have anything to worry about." (Kthaara gave the brief low-pitched growl that was the equivalent of a human snort.) "And besides, you ought to be happy with my choice for a battle-line commander."