Great Claw Zhaarnak"s battlegroup raced through the warp point. Least Claw Shaiaasu"s light cruisers screened the main force: six battlecruisers and an equal number of Mohrdenhau light carriers. That was it. All Zhaarnak had. Twelve starships and one hundred and seventy-six fighters, and the great claw felt the agony of his own inadequacy as Zhardak and Masiahn glowed in his plot. Four billion. The number repeated again and again, tolling through his brain, and his eyes dropped to the icon of Shaiaasu"s ship. He wanted to hate the least claw for letting this happen, yet Shaiaasu had only followed orders. He should have been more careful, but he had obeyed procedures. And perhaps he, as you, saw his mission only as a distraction from his true duty. From his chance to win honor. And if he did, what does that say of you, Zhaarnak"diaano?
"Transmission from Zhardak, Sir!" The com officer listened for a moment, and his ears went flat. Zhaarnak glared at him, part of him wishing Juaahr would suddenly be struck mute, yet he had to know. "Zhardak reports at least nine battlecruisers and an unknown number of superdreadnoughts," the com officer said in a dead voice.
"Shiaaahk!" Daarsaahl whispered the savage oath, and Zhaarnak"s claws drove deep into his armrests. This was no probe... and his battlegroup could never stop it. The light dots of the inhabited worlds drew his eyes like a black hole, and the same black hole sucked his soul into its maw as his earlier thoughts about warriors who abandoned civilians mocked him.
"Very well," he said after a moment, and the calmness of his own voice astonished him. "Update your force appreciation, Theerah." He looked down at the com link to his senior pilot. "Inform your squadrons, Derikaal," he said quietly. "Tell them-" He paused, searching for the words. "Tell them we are warriors. What we can do, we must, as the Khan expects of us."
"Yes, Sir," the farshathkhanaak said softly, and Zhaarnak looked at his flag captain.
"Take us to meet them, Daarsaahl."
The Fleet"s sensors picked up the attack craft first, then the ships which had launched them, and the light cruisers fell back on the main force. There were no gunboats to cover them, for this was a rapid reaction force, with none of the new units. But the enemy was still weaker, with less than two hundred attack craft and nothing heavier than a battlecruiser to support them.
Eighty-Third Small Claw of the Khan Derikaal"zohkiir"s fighters neared the enemy, and the farshathkhanaak"s blood ran cold as he saw their true strength at last. Twenty-seven superdreadnoughts - a small force beside the ones waging such t.i.tanic combat on the Justin front, yet impossible odds for a single light battlegroup - were screened by nine battlecruisers and thirty-three light cruisers, including a dozen of those the Humans had codenamed Cataphract. His fighter squadrons were a cub"s toy against such power, but they were all Kliean had, and he forced his voice to remain calm as he designated targets.
"Ignore the cruisers," he told his pilots, knowing even as he did how many of them those cruisers would kill. "Ma.s.s on the lead superdreadnought division."
Acknowledgments came back, and he took his place at their head - the post of greatest honor and danger - as they shook out behind him. His two-man command fighter was more austere than its Human counterparts, without a separate pilot. He remembered the arguments in which he had maintained the superiority of the Human arrangement, the times he had stressed how the extra position eased a strike commander"s load, but today he was glad the controls were in his own claws... and it was not as if it would have mattered.
His pilots streaked into the Bugs" engagement envelope, and fireb.a.l.l.s pocked their ranks. Fighter after fighter blew apart, but they held their course, howling down their enemies" throat in an attack they knew could only be futile. Yet it was an attack they had to make. They were Orions, and four billion civilians lay behind them.
A quarter of the enemy attack craft were destroyed short of the Fleet, but the survivors shrieked in on the leading superdreadnoughts, closing through everything the Fleet could throw at them, and salvoed their deadly FRAMs. Four SDs blew apart, and the attack craft tore through the formation, strafing with their onboard lasers, ripping at the Fleet in desperate fury.
Of the hundred and seventy-five who had attacked, eighty-one broke free to rearm, and the Fleet rumbled onward. Losses were higher than projected, but over half the attack craft had been destroyed. Their next attack would be weaker... and the one after that weaker still.
Zhaarnak sat bitterly in his command chair as the remnants of his third strike broke off. Derikaal had lived to lead the second, but the last had been led by a mere cub of the Khan, for no more senior officer had survived. Now his remaining fighters - all sixteen of them - fell back to their carriers... and the enemy continued remorselessly onward. Ten of his pilots had ignored orders and rammed capital ships, but it was useless. Useless. Their suicide runs had not even dented their targets. Only seven superdreadnoughts had been destroyed, and his battlegroup was hopelessly inadequate to stop the survivors.
"The fighters are rearming, Sir," Son of the Khan Theerah said, and Zhaarnak fought the need to scream curses at him. The fighters were rearming. What did Theerah think less than three squadrons could do against such firepower?
Every instinct shrieked to attack. That was the Farshalah"kiah, the Warriors Way, which required him to die before he let these creatures murder his people"s worlds, yet reason knew his battlegroup"s death could not save Kliean. The system was doomed, unless reinforcements could somehow take it back, and there were no reinforcements. Kliean was too far from what all had a.s.sumed was the front. The bulk of the Fleet was busy deploying towards the known fighting or refitting for future deployment; only light forces like his were available, and if the enemy had ma.s.sed so heavy a fleet this quickly, at least one of his main bases must lie in close proximity.
It should not be so, he thought bleakly. We are caught like the Humans themselves, struck where we never expected it and naked under the enemy"s claws. Yet there is one difference. The Humans had only colony worlds to defend... we have the entire Idnahk Sector.
His blood was frozen. Four billion in Kliean, yes, but another billion and a half in Hairnow, yet another in Alowan, and over thirty billion within six transits of Sak. He looked upon the greatest disaster in the Zheeerlikou"valkhannaieee"s history, and he could not stop it. G.o.ds above, he could not stop it!
"Fall back, Theerah," he said.
"Sir?" The ops office stared at him, and Zhaarnak closed his fists, extended claws sinking a centimeter deep into his palms.
"Fall back," he repeated. His ops officer continued to stare at him, and Zhaarnak made himself meet that stare. "We cannot stop them," he said, wondering how he could speak so flatly while his soul died, "but we are the only force available. We must fall back to Telmasa. We cannot sacrifice ourselves here when our ships may make the difference in a warp point defense there."
"But, Sir, the planetary defense centers! If we fell back, joined with the PDCs-"
"The PDCs are antiques," Zhaarnak said, and his voice was no longer flat. It was harsh and ugly with despair and self-hate. "They lack even datalink! What they can do, they must, but our support would add nothing to their capabilities. We must fall back on Telmasa, where we may make a difference, not sacrifice ourselves where we know we cannot."
Theerah stared at him, still unable to believe what he was hearing, and Zhaarnak slammed a clawed, bleeding fist on the arm of his chair.
"Minisharhuaak! Must I repeat myself yet again? Fall back, Son of the Khan! We have an entire sector to consider!"
"I-" Theerah closed his mouth, then nodded curtly. "As you command, Great Claw." His voice was ugly, but the ugliness was directed less at Zhaarnak than at the knowledge that the great claw was correct, and Zhaarnak let it pa.s.s. Who was he to task another for the dishonor of insubordination when he had just abandoned four billion people to death?
Least Claw Shaiaasu listened in shock. Fall back? Abandon the system? No!
He stared into his own plot, seeing what Great Claw Zhaarnak saw, and knew what the great claw knew. The system was doomed - doomed because of you, Shaiaasu"aaithnau - and all the battlegroup could hope for now was to hold the Telmasa warp point until relief forces arrived.
But it couldn"t. There were enough fighters in Hairnow and Alowan to replace the carriers" losses, but even with full hangar bays, they could never stop the Bugs - not in Telmasa, not in Alowan, not in Sak...
Humans had a word for what he had unleashed upon his people; they called it Juggernaut.
"Sir?" His exec"s eyes met his, as sick as his own, and he looked past her, looked about him at his bridge officers, pictured all the other officers and ratings of Acutar"s company and the dishonor he had brought upon them all.
"No!"
Zhaarnak lunged upright as KONS Acutar changed course. She darted straight for the enemy, and as he watched, Kilokharn and Kurv wheeled to follow her, then Faulhi, Nabahstahr and Zairoh, until Shaiaasu"s entire squadron streaked for the Bugs behind its flagship.
"Raise Least Claw Shaiaasu!" Zhaarnak roared, and his com officer punched keys. The great claw waited, watching in fury as his entire light cruiser element charged to its own destruction, and then Juaahr looked up.
"Acutar does not respond, Sir," he said.
Zhaarnak sank back into his chair, and to his watching officers, it was as if he aged a century before their eyes. He gazed into his plot, watching the first missiles streak towards the light cruisers - light cruisers which lacked even command datalink - and his ears were flat. Curse you, Shaiaasu, he thought numbly. Curse you for doing what I long to do!
Acutar staggered as the first missile slammed into her shields. Another followed, and a third. Her shields went down, and vaporized hull plating streamed astern, yet she never slowed, never hesitated. Her own launchers fired back as she entered their range, but they were pinp.r.i.c.ks. The Bug leviathans shrugged them aside and poured a butchery of fire into Shaiaasu"s squadron.
Kilokharn blew up, then Zairoh, but their sisters held their course, and Zhaarnak raised his open, blood-streaked hand. He thrust it towards the display, then closed it once more, digging his claws into his lacerated palm in salute even as his soul railed at the officers who had defied his orders. Kurv vanished, and beams began to fire, as well. Nabahstahr exploded, but Acutar and Faulhi continued their mad charge. They were broken wrecks, yet their drives survived, and they hurled themselves upon the enemy. A Bug light cruiser accelerated to meet Faulhi, and the two ships were blotted from the universe as they struck. Another light cruiser lunged at Acutar, but somehow Shaiaasu"s ship evaded it. One ship - a single ship, out of an entire squadron - charged the ma.s.sive target of its foes, and Zhaarnak looked up, watching the visual display, as Acutar struck her target and an enemy superdreadnought blew apart in a shroud of flame.
My claws are broken, Zhaarnak thought. My honor is no more. I have failed my Clan Fathers and those who will follow me. I have failed my Khan. But in my dishonor, I may yet shield my farshatok.
"Claw Daarsaahl."
"Yes, Great Claw?" his flag captain"s voice was quiet, and Zhaarnak kept his eyes on the visual display"s fading ball of fire.
"Make an entry in the log, Claw Daarsaahl. The decision to withdraw is mine and mine alone. I did not discuss it. I did not seek the concurrence of any other officer."
"But, Sir-" Daarsaahl began, only to stop as Zhaarnak raised a forestalling hand.
"Make the entry," he said softly.
Chapter Twenty-five.
"May our claws strike deep."
"All right." Rear Admiral Raymond Porter Prescott looked at his subordinates with grim hazel eyes. "We reach Alowan in eighteen hours, and the Tabbies still hold it. Our job is to make sure they continue to hold until Great Fang Koraaza gets here."
Commodore Diego Jackson, commanding Task Force 23"s light carriers, shook his head. "That"s a tall order, Sir," he said quietly.
"Maybe, but that"s the mission," Prescott said, and looked at his intelligence officer. "Bring us up to speed, Eloise."
"Yes, Sir." Commander Eloise Kmak had her notes on her terminal, but she didn"t look at them. No doubt, Prescott thought bitterly, they were indelibly graven into her mind.
"The real surprise," she began, "is that there"re any KON units left in Alowan. Given the Orion honor code - and, especially, his own record - I"m amazed Great Claw Zhaarnak fell back at all. The fact that he"s managed to preserve his battlegroup essentially intact is even more astounding.
"As far as we can tell, he bled the Bugs badly in Telmasa, but they punched a simultaneous transit into his face. He got a little too close - that"s how he lost the ships he did - but for the most part he used only his fighters. That was smart, Admiral. Very smart. They"re his most replenishable resource; he was able to make good his losses in Kliean from Hairnow, and the Alowan Fleet Base was able to replace those he lost in Telmasa. According to our latest reports, he has six Orion and three Gorm BCs, six CVLs, and eight Gharbahg-cla.s.s CLs. That"s not a lot, but the Tabbies did well to sc.r.a.pe up even that much after being surprised this way. GHQ and Idnahk Sector Command are trying to keep us updated on what else they may be able to find, but the situation"s so confused no one"s certain what is or isn"t available. Essentially, we"ve sent out an "all ships" signal. We"ll take what we can get, but for now, we - and Zhaarnak - are it."
Prescott nodded slowly, for Kmak was right. It also meant his ten battleships, nine light carriers, nine battlecruisers, five light cruisers and five destroyers represented a far heavier force than Zhaarnak"s. Not that it"s heavy enough, he thought, and his mouth twisted as he remembered the two battleships he didn"t have. TFNS Mars and Triomphant had both lost too many engine rooms to keep up on the desperate, high-speed voyage from New Bristol, and he had no idea how the battlecruisers Ranseur and Pikeaxe had managed to keep their drives on-line.
Maybe these b.a.s.t.a.r.ds have a point using commercial engines. They may suck wind in a tactical sense, but- "Given the larger strike groups Tabby carriers carry and the partial squadrons they put aboard their capital ships, he actually has about sixty more fighters than we do," Kmak went on. "Our combined force will be able to put over three hundred into s.p.a.ce, but we"re very weak in capital launchers and, of course, we have no SD element. If we have to fall back on the Pairsag twin planets, we"ll pick up another hundred and twenty fighters plus the Fleet Base"s and PDCs" capital launchers, but that will also mean letting the Bugs range on the planets."
"We"re not supposed to tie ourselves down, Sir," Commander Kenneth "Zulu" Sosa, Prescott"s chief of staff, said.
"I"m aware of my orders, Zulu." Prescott didn"t raise his voice, but most of his staff found someplace else to look. Every one of them knew it would be at least two months before Fang Koraaza"khiniak could reach Alowan. They also knew Zhaarnak and Prescott were under direct orders to continue falling back until he did. What they didn"t know was whether or not Prescott intended to obey those orders, and he let the silence linger, then waved for Kmak to resume.
"My best appreciation is that things are going to get rougher, Sir. Bug doctrine is clearly to keep pouring it on until they hit something so hard they have to stop, and the Kliean population size has to"ve told them they"re into the Tabbies" core systems. Claw Zhaarnak"s been lucky so far in not facing any gunboats, but it"s unlikely they won"t bring them along for an attack on Alowan.
"The only good news is that they may not yet realize the Hairnow System is there. The connecting warp point"s a Type Two, so it won"t be too hard to find, but it"s over five light-hours out, and they"ve only had a couple of weeks to look for it. More importantly, Zhaarnak managed to destroy the ICN link to the system, so there"re no comsat "bread crumbs" to lead them to it. Additionally, they know where he went - he deliberately let them track him to the Alowan warp point - so we can at least hope they"ve concentrated on following him up."
"That was gutsy," Jason Pitnarau observed. Prescott"s flag captain was short and stocky, and his almond eyes narrowed. "There"s what - a billion people in Alowan?"
"Yes, Sir. But at least Alowan has some fixed defenses." Kmak"s shrug was bitter. "Sak and Alowan are supposed to be the only way into the Kliean Chain; that"s why both of them were fortified in the first place. But Hairnow was supposed to be covered by Alowan, so it has no local defenses, and there are a billion and a half civilians in that system."
"I didn"t say it was wrong, Eloise, only that it took guts. He could"ve waffled and broken contact - left it to the luck of the draw. And if he loses Alowan, someone will d.a.m.ned sure blame him for "leading the Bugs to it.""
"He wouldn"t still have a battlegroup if he were the waffling sort," Prescott said. "Eloise is right - it"s amazing he managed to hold his command together at all."
"Yes, Sir." Kmak paused for a moment, then cleared her throat. "Ah, there are a couple of points to consider about the command structure, Sir," she said carefully.
"Such as?"
"Well, you"re senior to Zhaarnak, and, well..." The intelligence officer drew a breath. "Sir, according to ONI, Zhaarnak hates Terrans. He may not react well when you supersede him."
"I"m aware of Zhaarnak"s att.i.tude, Commander." Prescott"s tenor voice was toneless, but it was unlike him to use formal rank t.i.tles in staff meetings, and Kmak shut her mouth.
Prescott let his eyes circle the table, then spoke very slowly and deliberately.
"We"re not going to tell him I"m senior." Several people stiffened, whether in surprise or from a desire to protest he didn"t know, nor did it matter. "This officer has been, and remains, under tremendous strain. He"s compromised his own honor to do the right thing - the smart thing. Fang Koraaza"s approved his actions, and no doubt GHQ will, too, but he"s a Tabby. An Orion from a clan whose honor has already taken a beating and who left four billion of his people on their own rather than dying in their defense, and you can bet your pensions there are other Orions who"ll spit on his shadow for that. All right, he doesn"t like Terrans. Well, some Terrans don"t like Orions. I don"t happen to be one of them, but I understand their att.i.tude, and it"s up to us to understand his. The smooth functioning of this task force in the defense of Alowan - which, I remind you, is also an Orion system - is our sole priority. If I can make it function more smoothly by letting him retain command, I"ll do it... and given Orion traditions, I can"t do it if he knows I"m senior. So understand me. Who"s senior to whom stays right here in this compartment. It will not be discussed, even in casual conversation, with any other persons. Is that clear?"
Heads nodded soberly, and he waved a hand at Commander Alexander LaFroye.
"In that case, Alec, let"s get to the nuts and bolts. I want contingency plans based on Zhaarnak"s probable tactics so we can slot into his plans with the minimum of confusion."
"Yes, Sir." The ops officer brought blocks of information scrolling up his terminal. "In that case, Sir, the first thing to look at is the compatibility of our carrier elements, and-"
Great Claw Zhaarnak stalked out of the flag bridge intraship car into dead silence. He crossed to his command chair, hands folded behind his back, and stood beside it, glaring down into the repeater tank at the light dots of his reinforcements.
Humans, he thought almost despairingly. What more can the G.o.ds do to me? Not enough to take my honor, not enough to fill me with nightmares of slaughter. No. Now they send the very chofaki who first destroyed my clan"s honor as my "reinforcements."
The thought burned like acid, and his stubborn self-honesty"s insistence that he should be burning incense sticks for any reinforcement only made the it worse. It was the sheerest fluke that this Human great claw - this Prescott - had been close enough to respond. The Idnahk Sector had been colonized centuries ago, yet the Humans had found a closed warp point within it twenty of their years before. The protocols between the two imperiums had ceded it to the Khanate, since it lay in Zheeerlikou"valkhannaieee s.p.a.ce, yet it linked the sector to Human s.p.a.ce. Given the warp lines" crazed ingeodesics, the Human base at New Bristol was actually closer than any Orion base to Alowan, and this was the result. The KON was scrambling frantically to sc.r.a.pe up anything it could, but this task force - this Human task force - was the only organized unit available.
Zhaarnak watched it sweep closer and tried to feel some spark of hope, some belief that, with its aid, he might hold Alowan. But there was no spark. There was only the cold, drear sense of failure which had filled him since Kliean.
He shuddered, mind filled with the ugly imagery the Kliean comsats had delivered to Telmasa before the Bugs drove him from it. The horrifying images of feeding Bugs, proving that the Zheeerlikou"valkhannaieee, too, were food for them. He closed his eyes, soul twisting in the icy wind at his center, and the stillness behind him made that wind even colder.
Do they hate me, my officers? Do they feel contempt for the coward who fell back rather than die? Do they understand why I did it? Or do they even care why? My dishonor covers them, shields their names and their clans" names, but do they fear the taint which clings to mine?
He turned away from his plot. The Human commander would arrive aboard Dashyr within the hour, and he must be in the boat bay to greet him.
Zhaarnak walked from Flag Bridge, and Son of the Khan Theerah watched him go. The great claw"s spine was ramrod straight, yet Theerah sensed his despair and wished he knew how to fight it. He had been shocked by the order to abandon Kliean, and he understood the horror which haunted his commander, but the great claw had been correct. Theerah knew that now. Yet the way of the Zheeerlikou"valkhannaieee offered no way to tell Zhaarnak that, and so he watched the great claw in silence even as his heart burned to speak.
Raymond Prescott stood as his cutter"s hatch cycled. He and his staff had changed into summer-weight uniforms in antic.i.p.ation of the Tabbies" shipboard temperatures, and he flicked imaginary lint from his perfectly tailored cuff. A faint, fond smile curled his lips as the mannerism woke memories of his kid brother. Andy was twenty years younger... and totally unable to pa.s.s up any chance to tease him for the personal vanity he"d never quite overcome. And ever since Andy had attained captain"s rank he"d taken to teasing Raymond over his "stalled career," too. Of course, promotion always slowed once an officer reached flag rank. Actually, Raymond had made captain earlier in his career than Andy had, and he was on the short list for vice admiral, but Andy had always been the feisty one, and teasing or no, Raymond wished he were here now.
No you don"t - you want him to live. He felt his smile vanish into a grim, hard line, then inhaled deeply and stepped forward with Commodore Jackson and Zulu Sosa at his heels.
The Tabby side party snapped to formal salute, and a wild, swirling keen washed over him in place of the TFN"s bosun"s pipes. It was inevitable, Prescott thought, that a race whose language was often described as "a catfight set to bagpipes" would develop real bagpipes as the favored instrument for its martial music. Oh, well. At least it makes a change!
He saluted the russet-furred great claw, and Zhaarnak returned his human-style courtesy with a stiff, formal Orion salute. It was always hard to read alien facial expressions, especially when the face in question featured a blunt muzzle, shoulder-wide whiskers, and a covering of soft, plushy fur, but Prescott sensed the exhausted belligerence behind that salute.
"Permission to come aboard, Sir?" he asked - and saw Zhaarnak"s whiskers twitch as the request came out in High Orion. He knew he hadn"t gotten it quite right, for human vocal cords simply couldn"t hit the language"s higher notes, but Prescott had the rare combination of perfect pitch and the ability to imitate almost any sound, and he waited while Zhaarnak grappled with the sheer shock of hearing a human speak the Tongue of Tongues.
"Permission granted, Ahhhdmiraal," he replied after a moment, and Prescott lowered his hand from the salute and gestured to his subordinates.
"Allow me to present Commodore Diego Jackson, my senior carrier division CO, and Commander Sosa, my chief of staff," he said in Orion. Zhaarnak bowed to each of them in turn, then rested one hand on the shoulder of the slender female officer beside him.
"Ninety-Sixth Least Claw Daarsaahl"haairnaahn, my flag captain," he said, and waited while Sosa translated for Jackson, whose grasp of Orion was poor, to say the least. The flag captain returned Prescott"s bow, and he reminded himself that a KON flag officer"s flag captain was also his chief of staff. He was unfamiliar with Clan Haairna - no non-Orion could keep their sprawling clan structures straight - but Daarsaahl"s pelt was the sable of the oldest Orion n.o.bility, and she also wore the starburst of the Valkhaanair"zegaair, the equivalent of the Solar Cross, along with several lesser decorations. Not just an aristocrat, but a good one, he thought. The Orion patriarchal culture had persisted well into its interstellar stage, and even today, female Orion officers, regardless of birth rank, had to be a cut better than their male peers if they expected to advance. Daarsaahl, it appeared, was no exception to the rule.
"If you would accompany us," Zhaarnak said, "my staff is waiting to brief you." He paused, then continued more stiffly. "I regret that there is insufficient time to greet you with a proper meal, Ahhhdmiraal, but-" He broke off with an ear-flick shrug, and Prescott nodded.