One entire flank of Prescott"s formation was a solid wall of glaring detonations as SBMs chased the Bugs in among his starships. Two of his battlecruisers got in the way of their own SBMs and took hits that shook them to their keels, but their shields held, and their tactical officers went right on pouring fire into the Bugs.
Dathum"s last shield went down, and two gunboats got through with ramming attacks, as well, damaging her drive and ripping at her hull. Her armor buckled, but she shook off the damage, holding her station. KONS Fikhar was less fortunate. A tornado of missiles battered the Tabby battleship"s shields flat, smashed her armor, and tore deep into her hull. She staggered in extremis, and her agony drew the attention of other gunboats. They howled in, ramming again and again, and suddenly one of them reached her magazines. Every antimatter warhead detonated at once, and the fireball licked away another half dozen Bugs as she died.
Fikhar was gone, and three of Prescott"s battlecruisers were mangled wrecks, but the combination of TG 37.2"s defensive fire and the unexpected SBMHAWKs proved decisive. The remnants of the Bug strike broke off, fleeing back to its own battle-line, and Prescott drew a deep, shuddering breath. He"d been hurt, but the core of his task group was intact and that had to have been the bulk of the Bugs" gunboats.
Of course, he thought as the enemy superdreadnoughts started forward, that leaves the rest of their d.a.m.ned fleet!
"Damage report from Dathum?" he demanded.
"She"s lost an engine room, but she"s still as fast as we are," LaFroye replied. "Damage control is bringing her shields back up now. Her armor"s a sieve, but most of her weapons are in one piece, and Captain Haarmak says he"s still combat capable."
"Good. We"re going to need him. Com, send the second-flight drones."
The gunboats had proved less effective than antic.i.p.ated, and the proof that the missile pods could target them had grim implications for future actions. But the enemy remained too weak to meet the Fleet"s battle-line head on, and thirty-eight superdreadnoughts and three battlecruisers started forward, screened by their light cruisers.
"Great Claw Pressscott has done well," Zhaarnak purred, studying the drone readouts. He and his Human ally had structured TG 37.2 as a mace to smash through the sh.e.l.l of the defenses, but TG 37.1 was a rapier, and it was time to bring it into play. "We will advance, Theerah."
Twenty-one carriers and their escorts scorched into the warp point at max.
The Fleet paused as fresh enemy units suddenly materialized and began launching attack craft. The gunboats were still fleeing back to the twelve battlecruisers detached to rearm them, and the Fleet could not reach the warp point before these new enemies completed transit. It could neither seal the point against them nor afford to be destroyed if the new missiles proved ineffective, so it turned ponderously away, retreating until it saw how well the new technology worked. There would be time to return to the warp point if the missiles fulfilled predictions.
Raymond Prescott heaved a surrept.i.tious sigh as Zhaarnak made transit, molested only by a handful of gunboats. Stragglers from the last Bug strike tried to penetrate to the carriers, but the old clich about the snowflake in h.e.l.l came to mind as the Tabby squadrons pounced on them.
The task groups made rendezvous, and Prescott scratched the unshaven side of his head as he studied the plot. The Bugs were moving slowly away from the warp point rather than trying to close. They"d never done that before, and something seemed to crawl down the back of his neck as minutes dragged past without a single offensive act out of them. Zhaarnak held his own force on the warp point while his recon fighters swept outward to a.s.sure him no cloaked Bugs waited to pounce, but somehow Prescott was sure none did. Yet if not, what were the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds up to?
"Great Claw Pressscott?" He turned from the plot to his com as Zhaarnak appeared on it.
"Yes, Sir?"
"My pilots have swept a light-minute sphere without contact. Least Claw Theerah and Commmodorrre Jaaackssson agree it is time to launch the next phase. Do you concur?"
"Of course, Sir. However..." Prescott paused a moment, rubbing his upper lip, then shrugged. "I urge caution," he said. "They are not reacting in usual fashion, and I distrust an enemy who does exactly what I want him to do."
"Most surprises represent only misinterpretations of known data," Zhaarnak agreed. "Yet if they wish to stand, we can only attack and discover what it is they wish us to misinterpret."
"Truth, Great Claw. Strike deep."
The enemy was finally ready, but his delay had been helpful. The gunboat"s greatest tactical limitation was its inability to dock internally. To rearm, it must return to its mothership"s external rack, and the mothership must shut down her drive to reload its ordnance racks. The enemy probably had not learned that - yet - but his tardiness was still of immense value.
Though not, it was to be hoped, as much value as the new missiles.
The Zheeerlikou"valkhannaieee would launch the first strike. It was less a matter of honor than of practicality, for there were far more Orion fighters, and the chance of confusion between pilots who couldn"t speak one another"s languages had to be minimized. The less numerous Terrans were detailed as the task force"s covering CSP for the opening phase. Once the Bugs had been hammered a time or two and their gunboats had been finished off, Commodore Jackson"s strike groups could be used to help complete their destruction.
Besides, there would be more than enough action to go around.
Raymond Prescott watched three hundred Tabby strike fighters arrow into the attack. Least Claw Theerah and Zhaarnak had studied Fifth Fleet"s combat reports intensively. They knew how dangerous the Cataphracts were, and they"d taken a page from Admiral Murak.u.ma"s book: their pilots would go for the screen, using longer-ranged FM2s to pick off the Carbines, Cannons, Cleavers first, then go for the Cataphracts with FRAMs.
It was a good plan - and it came apart the instant the fighters tried to execute it.
The attack craft flashed closer. Their targets were obvious, and the screen adjusted its formation slightly. There were only eighteen Cataphracts, and two dozen Carbines formed a solid wall between them and the enemy, daring him to waste his fire upon them.
Farshathkhanaak Iaouusa"hairniak led the attack. Gee forces drew his lips back, baring his fangs, and his eyes glowed as the Bugs shifted formation. The dairshnahki were actually moving his designated targets out where he could get at them!
Wait! What was th-?
Iaouusa never finished the question as the very first Bug AFHAWK ever used in action scored a direct hit on his fighter.
Prescott slammed his fist down on the arm of his command chair. AFHAWKs! The b.a.s.t.a.r.ds had AFHAWKs! No wonder they hadn"t tried to attack! They"d been waiting to spring their ambush when Task Force 37 attacked!
Surprise was total. It shouldn"t have been. He and Zhaarnak should have allowed for the possibility, but so little time had pa.s.sed since the Battle of Alowan that such a radical shift in the tactical balance hadn"t even occurred to them, and Zhaarnak"s pilots paid a fearful price. The missile-heavy Carbines, suddenly infinitely more dangerous than the Cataphracts, poured devastating fire into the lead squadrons, and the fighters had known they were beyond threat range. None had even taken evasive action... and seventy-one died in the first, terrible salvo.
The survivors reacted like the elite pilots they were. They broke instantly, in apparently total confusion, only to drop into the Orion version of the TFN"s "Waldeck Weave." They twisted their base vectors together in a tangle of competing target sources to confuse the enemy"s fire control, and despite their shock, carried through against their targets. Some managed to break lock, maneuvering hard against the AFHAWKs which had acquired them; others were less fortunate, but none turned aside, and the survivors salvoed their missiles into their briefed targets.
The Bug screen writhed as the Orion fire struck. Half the Carbines were destroyed outright, and most of the rest were damaged. But none were supposed to have lived, and the kills had cost three times the projected losses. Worse, the cost of killing the rest of their fleet would be still higher, for the entire Bug battle-line was belching AFHAWKs.
The Orion survivors broke off to rearm - and reorganize around their casualties - and the Bugs waited until they had been recovered for rearming... then sent all two hundred remaining gunboats in to kill the carriers while they were helpless in their bays. But Diego Jackson"s CSP charged to meet them. The carriers" escorts and the battle-line raced to interpose between them and the gunboats, raking the incoming strike with fire, but it was Jackson"s outnumbered fighters who broke the attack"s back.
They paid for it with sixty-one Terran fighters, and they didn"t stop them all. That was perhaps the most terrifying thing about a ma.s.s suicide attack. When the attackers were intent on dying anyway, some always got through. The leakers slammed into TG 37.1 like hammers, and the Tabby fleet carriers were their primary targets, Ytarible tore apart under a hurricane of missiles and kamikazes, and Celshakhan and Itumahk were hit hard, especially Itumahk. Half the big carrier"s hangar bays were reduced to ruin, taking their fighters with them, yet she was luckier than the CVLs Ghiurdauni and Rymanthhus. Both light carriers disappeared in the terrible glare of nuclear fusion, and the Terran Bonhomme Richard went with them.
But agonizing as the personnel casualties were, fighters losses were worse. Coupled with the effect of that first, dreadful AFHAWK broadside and the CSP"s dogfight, half of TF 37"s total fighter strength had been written off in less than twenty minutes... and those fighters had been Zhaarnak"s main battery. His entire plan had been based on staying beyond shipboard range and battering the enemy to death with fighter strikes, but if the Bugs had AFHAWKs...
"I fear we must increase our fighter loss projections by at least a factor of two in light of the enemy"s possession of the AFHAWK, Great Claw," Least Claw Theerah said heavily. He sat with his commander before a subdivided com screen which held the faces of Diego Jackson and his ops officer as well as Raymond Prescott and Alexander LaFroye. "Given the losses we have already suffered," he went on somberly, "I cannot guarantee success if we continue the attack."
"Wait a minute, Theerah." It was a sign of the least claw"s concern that he didn"t even wince as Jackson"s atrocious Terran accent mangled his name. "We"re hurt, sure, but we"re not out of this yet. Your boys and girls kicked h.e.l.l out of their Carbines, and my people finished off virtually all their gunboats. We can still take these b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!"
Theerah let his earbug translate, then sighed. "I admire your spirit, Commmodorrre, but I am not certain I share your confidence. Our surviving strike groups are badly disorganized. It will take hours to restore their efficiency... during which the enemy will reach the warp point. The prudent course would be to withdraw to Alowan to reorganize, yet I fear that is impractical."
"Truth, Least Claw," Prescott said. "We have exhausted our SBMHAWKs. Without them, we cannot force a return to the system once we retreat."
"On the other hand," LaFroye pointed out, "we have knocked h.e.l.l out of their gunboats. If nothing else, we"ve insured that they can"t take Alowan before Lord Khiniak arrives."
"I didn"t come here to lose, Alec," Prescott harshly. "I came here to relieve Hairnow!"
Zhaarnak hid a flicker of bitter amus.e.m.e.nt. How odd. Humans say we do not know how to give ground, yet it is Theerah who counsels caution and Humans who reject his words!
"d.a.m.n right," Jackson growled. "I have had it with these things, and I want their a.s.ses!"
"I realize that, Sir." LaFroye said respectfully, reminding himself Jackson was a fighter jock by training and inclination. "I"m simply pointing out that we"ve already achieved our minimum objective."
"You are correct, Commmannderrr LaaaFrrroye," Zhaarnak said, "as are you, Theerah. Yet as Great Claw Pressscott says, I did not come here to lose. So I ask you. Is Commmodorrre Jaaackssson correct? Can we complete the enemy"s destruction?"
The least claw sat silent for several seconds, eyes straying to the plot on which the Bug battle-line advanced towards the warp point. If TF 37 meant to retreat before the enemy"s missiles could command the point, it must begin its withdrawal within the next fifteen minutes.
Theerah disliked being the voice of caution. It felt unnatural and somehow sordid, yet it was also his job, and he closed his eyes and thought furiously. Then he sighed.
"I do not know, Great Claw," he said finally. "Certainly we can do them great damage, but to destroy them will require our battle-line to accept action. We cannot do it with fighters alone."
"We can hack that," LaFroye said, "but only if we take their SBMs and capital missiles out of the picture. They only have nine Archers. Can the fighters get in and kill them first?"
"Commmodorrre?" Theerah asked quietly, and Diego Jackson bared his teeth.
"We can do it," he said confidently. "It"ll cost us, but we can do it."
"In that case, Great Claw, I think we can do it," LaFroye said. "They don"t mount CMs in anything else, and we"ve got nine capital missile battlecruisers. We send the fighters in to kill the Archers, then empty the battlecruisers" magazines into them from outside their range. Instead of outright kills, we concentrate on knocking down their datalink, then the battle-line pounds them with standard missiles from outside effective energy range and closes with the fighters in tight, like Admiral Murak.u.ma did in Leonidas, and kicks their guts out from the inside."
"Theerah?" Zhaarnak asked.
"It should work, Great Claw," the least claw said. "Yet casualties will be very heavy, and for us to attempt it, we must first complete our strike groups" reorganization. That will require us to allow them to reclaim the warp point, so if it does not work, none of our ships will escape."
"Lord Khiniak will reach Alowan in six days," Zhaarnak murmured as if to himself. "Even if we are destroyed, his strength will hold the system, and if we do sufficient damage to the enemy, he will retake Telmasa with ease." His eyes flicked to the icon of the Hairnow warp point, and his ears flattened. He gazed at it for several seconds, then inhaled sharply.
"Very well, Commmannderrr LaaaFrrroye, you have convinced me. We shall send our worst damaged ships back to Alowan and attempt your plan with the remainder. And if we fail," he raised one clawed hand, palm uppermost, and closed it slowly into a fist, "then we shall end like farshatok." He smiled thinly. "It is a good day for it, war brothers."
Chapter Twenty-nine.
The Tips of Our Claws
Tenth Great Fang of the Khan Koraaza"khiniak, Khanhaku Khiniak, CO Third Fleet, stood behind the side party in KONS Ebymiae"s boat bay and watched the cutter dock. It was a Human cutter, and Lord Khiniak found that entirely fitting as he glanced about the cavernous boat bay at the officers and ratings of his new flagship. He had shifted his lights to Ebymiae only six days before, on his arrival in Telmasa, for she was the sole Orion battleship to survive Second Telmasa. She deserved her status, and he felt a pride in her which only the Zheeerlikou"valkhannaieee could fully have understood.
Or perhaps not, he told himself, thinking of the officer he was about to greet.
The hatch opened, and the pipes skirled. They did not offer the KON"s normal honors; instead they played Suns of Splendor, the anthem of the Terran Federation.
Two officers walked forward into that music. One was a tall, russet-furred Orion; the other a shorter, battered-looking Human who leaned heavily on a cane. His uniform bore the brand-new insignia of a TFN vice admiral, but one side of his shaven head showed a freshly healed, cruel-looking scar, and his immobilized left arm hung useless. He moved slowly, in obvious pain, and the Orion at his side tried not to hover attentively over him.
"Task Force Thirty-Seven, arriving!" the intercom announced. That, too, was not usual Orion protocol, and Lord Khiniak saw surprise - and pleasure - in the Human officer"s face.
The newcomers halted, and the Human looked down at his cane, then gave a crooked Human smile and braced painfully erect. He handed the cane to his companion, who took it gingerly, and saluted the son of the khan at the side party"s head.
"Permission to come aboard, Sir?" he said in the Tongue of Tongues, and the son of the khan"s salute would have done the Khan himself proud.
"Permission granted, Fang Pressscott!" he replied loudly, and Lord Khiniak stepped forward as Zhaarnak returned Prescott"s cane. Lord Khiniak carefully did not note the Human"s relief - or his small sound of pain - as he reclaimed his prop, but the great fang neither saluted Prescott nor offered his hand in the Human greeting his guest could not return while leaning upon it. Instead, he gave a much deeper Orion bow than usual.
"I am most pleased to meet you, Fang Pressscott," he said. "And to greet you once more, Great Claw." This time he did extend a hand, and Zhaarnak took it. They brought their free hands flashing to one another"s faces in a warriors" salute, and Lord Khiniak smiled. "You bring great honor to us all, both of you. In the name of all the Zheeerlikou"valkhannaieee and of my Khan, I thank you."
Raymond Prescott watched Zhaarnak from the corner of one eye. The Tabby actually looked embarra.s.sed, and Prescott waited for him to speak. But the cat seemed to have Zhaarnak"s tongue - despite the pain of his wounds, the cliche made Prescott smile - and so he cleared his own throat.
"Honor comes to those who act with honor, Great Fang," he said for them both, "and it was our farshatok who brought honor to us all."
"Well said, Fang Pressscott," Lord Khiniak approved, then looked up. He clicked his claws, and a gorgeously bejeweled least claw stepped forward with a small, gem-crusted casket. Lord Khiniak took it in his own hands, and for all the solid weight of its precious metals and jewels, it seemed far too light for what it held as he turned back to his guests.
"Fang Pressscott -" no Orion would ever again greet this Human by his TFN rank "- Great Claw Zhaarnak, I bring you these as token of the honor you have earned. I speak in this as hirikolus"ni"hami, with the mouth of my Khan, and my hand is his hand."
Prescott and Zhaarnak stiffened and squared their shoulders almost in unison. Technically, every member of the Orion military was hirikolus"ni"hami, oath-sworn to the Khan"a"khanaaeee, but Lord Khiniak"s formal emphasis carried another, deeper meaning. It was the ancient meaning, that of a liege man and war captain who, in this moment, literally was the Khan, a physical avatar for his distant warlord and hence for every Orion who had ever been or would be born.
He opened the casket reverently, and Prescott heard air hiss between Zhaarnak"s fangs as Lord Khiniak lifted out a ribbon of deepest midnight blue, the imperial color of the Khanate. A magnificent golden starburst hung from it, broad as a Terran coffee cup yet delicate, exquisitely wrought like living, dancing flame, and a huge, blood-red ruby glittered at its heart.
The great fang returned the casket to his aide, who held it on open palms while his superior turned once more to face the Terran.
"Fang Pressscott, in the name and stead of my Khan, I beg you to accept this in the name of all the Human warriors who so valiantly perished defending the Zheeerlikou"valkhannaieee." Khiniak paused, then allowed a very small flicker of amus.e.m.e.nt to flaw his solemnity as he added softly. "We have consulted with your Navy and government, though we asked them not to inform you of our request and spoil our surprise, and they have approved."
"I-" Prescott paused to clear his throat. "I would be honored, Great Fang."
"Good." Lord Khiniak settled the ribbon about his neck, then slapped him gently on the cheek with his claws. "In all our history, only two warriors not of our own race have received the Ithyrra"doi"khanhaku, and both were of our Gormish farshatok. Your name will be added to the Khan"s own clan fathers in honor, and you are no longer human alone, Raaaymmonnd"pressscott. By the blood you have shed and the lives you have saved, you are Zheeerlikou"valkhannaieee, as well, Khanhaku Pressscottt, and while our people endure, we shall not forget."
Prescott bowed deeply, but he said nothing. He wasn"t sure he could have trusted his voice if he"d tried to, nor was it the Orion way to indulge in flowery speeches. Few words but heartfelt ones were the Orion ideal. The more profound the occasion, the less they spoke of it, and he felt Zhaarnak quivering with emotion beside him.
Lord Khiniak gazed at him for a moment. Then his hand dipped into the casket once more for a smaller, equally beautiful copy of the star about Prescott"s neck. This one was sized to fit an Orion officer"s harness, and the great fang turned to Zhaarnak.
"As Fang Pressscott, so you, Great Claw," he said quietly. "You are named no longer Zhaarnak"diaano in the records of our clans, but Zhaarnak"telmasa, First Father of Clan Telmasa, and our Khan has personally charged me to welcome you to his fathers in honor."
Zhaarnak gripped his defargo"s hilt so hard the tips of his claws emerged as Lord Khiniak removed the golden starship which marked him as an officer of the KON and snapped the star into its place. He would never again wear that starship, for the Ithyrra"doi"khanhaku would serve in its place... just as it would forever answer any slur upon his honor for retreating from Kliean.
Lord Khiniak finished affixing the medal, then stood back with a bow.
"And now, war brothers, join me in my flag briefing room. I would hear our situation from your own mouths."
"- and so we did," Zhaarnak finished quietly. "Commmannnderr LaaaFrrroye was correct; we did have the firepower... and as Theerah had warned, the cost was heavy."
Lord Khiniak flicked his ears in slow agreement, pondering the vagaries of Fate. His tardy order to stand fast had reached Alowan seven hours after TF 37 launched its attack. Had he sent it when Governor Kaarsaahn first instructed him to, the task force would neither have attacked nor suffered such casualties. And Third Fleet would have paid an even more terrible cost when it discovered the enemy"s AFHAWKs.