Murak.u.ma looked from one face to another. As a rule, she preferred to let subordinates debate without committing herself, for she got the fullest exposition of their views by letting them argue with one another rather than work, however unconsciously, to her viewpoint. But in this case they"d begun to rehash old positions, and all eyes snapped to her as she cleared her throat.
"Your point"s valid, Ernesto," she said, "but Leroy and Admiral Waldeck have a pretty convincing argument. And the bottom line is that we"re better off going to an enhanced readiness state when they"re not about to attack rather than failing to do so when they are."
"It"s the SBMHAWKs and energy platforms that concern me, Sir." Cruciero"s tone was diffidently stubborn. "We could put a lot of time on their clocks for an attack that never comes."
"That"s true enough," Waldeck murmured, and Murak.u.ma nodded. Energy platforms were maintenance-intensive compared to minefields. They tended to get temperamental if they were held too long at full readiness without periodic overhaul, and the same was true of the two hundred SBMHAWK pods deployed to cover the warp point.
"I know," she said, "but the first OWP strikegroups will be ready in five weeks. Once they"re on-line, we"ll be far less reliant on the platforms. I think we can stretch them to cover that five-week gap, then shut down for complete maintenance once the forts are in place."
Her juniors c.o.c.ked their heads in consideration. Now that the Sarasota fortress sh.e.l.l was complete, the construction ships were a.s.sembling still more prefabricated bases in Justin. Given the Bugs" ma.s.s transit tendencies and the possibility of their developing their own SBMHAWKs, Murak.u.ma had argued that Justin"s forts should all be fighter-armed Type Fives or Type Sixes. They mounted no offensive weapons, but each OWP-5 could put seventeen fighter squadrons into s.p.a.ce, while an OWP-6 could launch twenty-seven, and she intended to deploy them well back from the warp point and use their strike groups to swamp any attack. Ten Type Fives were already operational, but she had no intention of exposing them to attack until she was confident of their ability to hold, for she refused to abandon their crews if her mobile units were forced back. Her five-week deadline would see another ten forts - all Type Sixes - on-line... and put the equivalent of seventy-four more fleet carriers into her defensive order of battle.
Until they were ready, however, and - especially - until their strike groups had worked up, Fifth Fleet"s mobile units had to shoulder the burden. And to do that, they needed the energy platforms and SBMHAWKs on-line the instant any attack came through.
"The platforms would be good for that long," Cruciero agreed. "They won"t go much longer before effectiveness degrades, but they should make five weeks. The pods won"t, though."
"They won"t have to," Murak.u.ma replied, "I want their tasking changed."
"Change their tasking?" Waldeck echoed, then his eyes narrowed. "You want to take them out of independent mode?"
"Exactly. If we slave them to the battle-line"s fire control, they"ll never go on-line at all unless we send the Fleet to general quarters."
"You"ll cut way down on salvo density," Cruciero pointed out.
"Not really," Mackenna said. "We"ll pick up anything we lose with better targeting. A Matterhorn can control up to ten pods - that"s a fifty-missile salvo, enough to saturate the point defense of any ship without command datalink."
"And you"ve got twenty-five SDs, Demosthenes," Murak.u.ma pointed out. "We can pound h.e.l.l out of them in one firing pa.s.s even without a ma.s.s launch."
"I like it," Waldeck agreed.
"In that case, I think we can consider the matter decided. Ernesto, I"d like you to have the new fire plans to me by dinner time."
The Fleet was ready once more.
The delay between offensive operations had been far longer than pre-war planning had visualized, for the Fleet"s doctrine was based upon seizing and maintaining the momentum, but the time had not been wasted. The last engagement had taught a lesson about underestimating the enemy, and the effectiveness of his attack craft - especially when used in numbers - had taught another. This attack force had barely eighty percent as many superdreadnoughts as the one which had been annihilated in the last engagement, but two-thirds of those it did have had been refitted with improved shields and armor, and they were only the beginning of the refit and construction programs, for less than forty percent of the Reserve had yet been mobilized. Every unit which was activated would receive the latest updates as it was taken from mothb.a.l.l.s, and the Fleet had already begun laying down entirely new types to further redress its disadvantages. New battlecruiser cla.s.ses, every bit as fast as the enemy"s vessels, would soon be available, as would new and heavier battle-line units designed to bolster the long suffering superdreadnoughts. And, of course, there was the other new type designed to answer the enemy"s small attack craft.
Enough new and refitted units had come forward to make a fresh attack worthwhile, and even if it failed, the warp point linking this starless nexus to their target system had been so heavily fortified that no conceivable counterattack could take it. It was time to evaluate the new technologies in combat, and the ma.s.sed ranks of capital ships came to full readiness behind the light cruisers of the a.s.sault Fleet.
The two-toned priority signal warbled while Murak.u.ma was working at her terminal. She opened a window to take the call, and Captain Decker appeared on her screen.
"Yes, Jessica?"
"We"ve got another pinnace transit, Sir - a big one," her flag captain said. "CIC makes it over a hundred, and they"re hanging around for detailed scans, not making an immediate turn back for the point. The CSP"s taking a lot of them out, but we"re not going to get them all."
"Send the Fleet to battle stations," Murak.u.ma said instantly. "Activate Alpha One and launch the ready squadrons. Then tell Leroy and Ernesto I"ll be on Flag Bridge in five minutes."
She cut the circuit and wheeled from her terminal. Two more weeks, she thought bitterly. All the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds had to do was wait two more weeks, and I"d"ve had the forts in here, too!
But they hadn"t waited, and she opened her vac suit closet.
The twelve surviving pinnaces broke back to rejoin the Fleet and beamed their data to the waiting starships. Evaluation was rapid, for the enemy had made few changes since the last probe, and the positions of the ships which mothered the small attack craft were noted. Only then were orders pa.s.sed, and the a.s.sault Fleet began its advance.
The light cruisers came through just as Murak.u.ma dashed out of the intraship car into Flag Bridge. There was no time to give any orders, but that was why Fifth Fleet had battle plans, and Alpha One sprang into operation even as she jogged across to the master display. She stood with her helmet in the crook of her arm, and her jade eyes were intent as icons blinked in the tank.
Just under a hundred light cruisers flashed into existence. Fifteen exploded out of existence just as quickly, and the others spread out past the fireb.a.l.l.s, deploying in the clear zone about the warp point. But this time Murak.u.ma had the firepower for a cla.s.sic warp point defense, and she intended to fight just that.
The primary beam platforms seeded among the mines held their fire - they were tasked for bigger fish - but a hundred and fifty laser buoys lashed out at just thirty enemy cruisers, and none of their targets survived. Nor were the lasers alone, for Fifth Fleet had twelve hundred fighters, and its heightened readiness state had increased the standing combat s.p.a.ce patrol on the warp point to forty squadrons. Now the deadly little craft roared in, and Anson Olivera"s farshatok had their priorities right. The Cataphracts were their natural enemies, and they peeled off to kill them while their transit-addled point defense fought to stabilize.
Degraded or not, the sheer volume of fire killed almost fifty fighters, but that was too little to stop Fifth Fleet"s pilots. They rammed their attacks home, ripple-firing FRAMs at pointblank range, then pulled sharply away. The Bugs had sent twenty-four Cataphracts through the warp point; when the CSP broke off, two of them survived.
Murak.u.ma"s eyes flamed as two-thirds of the Bugs" a.s.sault wave was annihilated. Too little of it survived to clear lanes completely through the dense minefield, though they thinned it dangerously in two places, but the mine barrier was still intact when the last died, and she bared her teeth at the status boards. Waldeck had brought the waiting SBMHAWKs on-line, and she settled into her chair with hungry antic.i.p.ation as she awaited the first Bug superdreadnoughts.
a.s.sault Fleet courier drones told a disturbing tale. Despite its previous experience, the Fleet had underestimated the efficiency of the enemy"s attack craft against ships whose systems were degraded by transit and which could not maneuver in the confines of the mines. But the purpose of this battle was largely to test the Fleet"s new systems and its a.n.a.lysis of enemy capabilities. There could be no question of breaking off until those objectives had been attained.
"Here come the heavies," Cruciero said flatly, and Murak.u.ma nodded. The Bugs were coming through dangerously tight - some superdreadnoughts actually made simultaneous transits, though this time the luck favored them and none were destroyed - and there were a lot of them.
"Bring up the jammer buoys," she replied, and thirty-five buoys, without a single weapon among them, came to life. They were pure electronic platforms with only one function: to jam Bug datanets. And even as they roused, the primary-armed energy platforms opened up. A hundred unstoppable beams ripped effortlessly through shields and armor, and fifteen riddled Bug superdreadnoughts blew apart as their magazines exploded.
The warp point was a cauldron of dying ships, and as the first wave of Anson Olivera"s main strike came shrieking into it, Demosthenes Waldeck"s battle-line began to fire.
Twenty of his superdreadnoughts controlled ten SBMHAWK pods apiece, feeding the pods targeting data from their vastly superior fire control. A single six-ship battlegroup could - and did - send a perfectly synchronized salvo of three hundred missiles straight down the Bugs" throat before their defenses could stabilize, and more small, terrible suns glared. Terran Dunkerque, Orion Prokhalon and Gorm Bolzucha-cla.s.s battlecruisers added their SBMs to the holocaust, and more FRAM-armed fighters swooped in. Desperate Bug point defense stopped some of the missiles, killed some of the fighters, but it couldn"t possibly stop them all, and human, Ophiuchi, and Orion howls of triumph echoed over squadron com nets as still more capital ships blew apart.
It was a ma.s.sacre. Not even the Archers could reply effectively, for the jammer buoys smashed their datanets back, forcing each to fight alone, splitting their fire into individual salvos the Allies" datalinked point defense brushed aside with contemptuous ease.
The battle was disaster made flesh. The battle-line reeled, and even as it staggered, the enemy"s shorter-ranged missile ships closed in to add their fire to the holocaust. For only the second time in the Fleet"s history, orders went out to halt the advance before all of the battle-line had even made transit, for no starship could live in that vortex of warheads, beams and attack craft. But the enemy had closed to concentrate his fire, and even as the battle-line fell back, the third wave streaked through in the opposite direction.
"What the-!" Carl Hathaway blinked as four hundred fresh lights spangled his display. They were far too small for starships, but their emissions were stronger than some corvettes, and they slashed through the carnage at incredible speed. "What the f.u.c.k are those things?" he blurted.
"Sir! We"ve got a new vessel of some sort!"
Murak.u.ma"s head whipped around at Cruciero"s announcement. She looked down at her repeater plot, but the explosion of icons swamped its detail, and she shoved herself up to look at the master tank as the newcomers dashed into the minefields. Whatever they were, their emissions were powerful enough to attract the mines, but they were also impossibly fast. The mines were catching some, but most survived to streak straight towards her starships.
Anson Olivera took one look at the readouts and keyed his mike.
"Abort your runs!" he barked over the command circuit while Hathaway fought to get him data on the fresh threat. "All units, this is Ramrod. I say again, abort your runs! Leave the warp point to the battle-line and get on the new bogies!"
Hundreds of fighters acknowledged, but the newcomers were fast. Slower than fighters in clean condition, but far faster than they were with external ordnance mounted.
He glared at his display, watching the new threat run away from his pilots. They"d have to jettison. It was the only way to catch the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds, and he opened his mouth to give the order.
"Sir!" Hathaway caught him before he could speak, and he darted a look at his tac officer. "These things" emissions are strong enough my missiles can lock them up!"
Olivera"s eyes flashed, and he keyed his mike again.
"Ramrod to all units! Jettison FRAMs. I say again, jettison FRAMs, but any fighter with missiles attempt a missile engagement."
"Well?" Murak.u.ma snapped. She knew she sounded angry, for she was, but not at Cruciero. He simply had the misfortune to be the man on the spot, and he shrugged helplessly.
"I don"t know, Sir. They"re bigger than fighters, but smaller than anything else with such powerful signatures. They"re obviously warp capable, but their power levels are much higher than a pinnace"s. It looks like a whole new drive system - something that crosses the line between small craft and starship drives. I"d guess they can run it flat out at settings that would burn out any other small craft"s systems."
"What-" Murak.u.ma began, then closed her mouth as the new vessels began to fire.
"Jesus Christ!" Olivera muttered. What the h.e.l.l were those things? They weren"t firing fighter missiles - they were firing full-sized standard ship-killers from ten light-seconds out!
But they weren"t firing many of them, and his eyes narrowed. It looked like they could carry only four birds each, and the jammers were knocking back any datalink they mounted. That forced them to fire as individuals, which gave them a snowflake"s chance in h.e.l.l of getting through battlegroup point defense. But they seemed to realize that almost instantly. It was as if the first to fire had done so only to prove it wouldn"t work, and half of them suddenly swerved straight in on TF 51"s battle-line.
Demosthenes Waldeck shoved further back into his command chair and clamped his jaw as the small Bug warships charged his superdreadnoughts. They were far bigger targets than fighters - indeed, they could be killed by weapons which could never have engaged a fighter - but they were also lethally fast and a total surprise. No one had expected such a threat, and - his jaw clamped tighter as the readouts flickered - unlike fighters, they mounted point defense. That made them highly resistant to missile fire, and his missile-heavy battle-line was weak in energy weapons.
Half the Bugs howled down on his capital ships, but the other half broke suddenly towards TF 52. They seemed to ignore Anaasa"s TF 53, but Saakhaanaa"s Terran and Ophiuchi carriers were obviously priority targets. Yet the carriers were also well back, and carriers and their escorts were fast. The new Bug ships had no more than a fifty percent speed advantage, and Saakhaanaa had wheeled his ships almost instantly, racing away from the threat, slowing the closure rate while reserve squadrons spat from his catapults. Anaasa"s fighters were launching, as well, cutting in from one flank while Olivera"s antishipping strike charged up from astern.
But Waldeck had little time to watch, for the Bugs who weren"t chasing carriers were lunging straight at him. Energy weapons and point defense blew dozens out of s.p.a.ce, and fighters killed still more. The Bugs" point defense took toll of the fighters who closed with their onboard lasers, but the fighters were harder targets and the kill ratio was entirely in their favor.
Yet favorable kill ratio or no, they couldn"t stop them all in the time they had... and neither could TF 51"s energy batteries. At least forty survived everything Fifth Fleet could throw at them and hurled themselves headlong upon the capital ships. They didn"t attempt to fire the missiles they carried; instead they rammed, delivering their antimatter warheads - and their own ships - in shattering concussions of flame and death.
There weren"t enough to be decisive, thank G.o.d. They couldn"t kill many of his ships, but they could - and did - wound them cruelly. TF 51 staggered under the blow, yet the Bugs" decision to split their attack between the battle-line and the carriers was crucial. "Only" three superdreadnoughts and a pair of battlecruisers were actually destroyed, and had they thrown everything at TF 51, they would have killed many of its units; Waldeck was certain of that. As it was, they"d failed... and they were failing against the carriers, as well.
He wrenched his eyes away from his plot"s appalling damage sidebars and snarled vengefully as shoals of Allied fighters closed in. Saakhaanaa"s turn away had bought just enough time for them to ma.s.s, and they tore into the Bugs like demons. Dozens of Allied flight crews died, but the Bugs shriveled like spiders in a candle flame, and TF 52"s escorts fell back astern of the carriers to pick off any Bug who leaked through the fighters.
A shaken Vanessa Murak.u.ma sat in her command chair once more, watching her plot. She knew her victory had been decisive, but it would be a while before her emotions accepted that. The Bugs had lost their entire light cruiser force and over sixty superdreadnoughts before they broke off, yet their new weapon had crippled half of Demosthenes" battle-line, and her fighter losses were over two hundred. That might be far lower than the disastrous casualties they"d taken in the early days of the war, but it was still seventeen percent of her total fighter force.
So much for our "uncontestable" tech superiority. We had every conventional advantage there was. We should have annihilated their starships for minimal losses, and we did, but Lord G.o.d did they hurt us after that. And Battle Comp says some of those SDs had third-generation shields, too. She shook her head, eyes bitter as preliminary damage and casualty reports continued to crawl across her terminal. They don"t seem to do things the way we do, but the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds are no slouches. Those gunboat things aren"t as good as fighters, but we never thought of anything like them, and I can see some advantages to them. But the real point is how fast they got them into production. They couldn"t have had them when the shooting started, or we"d already"ve seen them. Did they cook them up from some pre-war R &D program? Were they already close to producing them then, or are they a response to our fighters? She shivered. G.o.d, I hope they were working on them pre-war! If they weren"t - if they actually developed an entire new weapon system from scratch in barely sixteen months - what else are they going to hit us with?
She stared at the steadily scrolling reports and found no answer.
BOOK TWO.
Chapter Twenty-three.
All We Can Do
TFNS Euphrates" Marine detachment, Vanessa Murak.u.ma reflected, had had more practice than most at receiving exalted VIPs on inspection tours. Still, the Terran Marines - no Orion ones, for this visitor - came to attention in an exceptionally perfect line of black trousers and green tunics as the shuttle"s hatch opened.
The woman who stepped through that hatch was known by sight, but not at all socially, to Murak.u.ma, who"d been out of the War College and back in the Fleet before she"d become Sky Marshal. Hannah Avram lived on in her memories as a tall, slender sword-blade of a woman. Nowadays, middle-aged solidity had begun to make inroads despite all that antigerone treatments could do, but the image of a sword still came to mind, for she was still a living weapon, to be wielded against humankind"s enemies.
Murak.u.ma stepped forward and saluted with great formality. "Welcome to Euphrates and to the Justin system, Sky Marshal."
Avram returned the salute with equal punctilio, but there was no warmth in her dark eyes. "Thank you, Admiral. Now, perhaps we could find a place to talk in private."
Murak.u.ma felt the bottom drop out of her elation at meeting one of the heroes of the Theban War. "Certainly, Sky Marshal. Please come this way."
"Now then, Admiral Murak.u.ma," Avram began as soon as they"d detached themselves from the cloud of hangers-on and settled into the sanctum of Euphrates" flag quarters, "there are certain matters we need to address." She dropped with evident relief into one of the comfortable chairs, laying her attache case in her lap, and continued in the same clipped tones. "First, congratulations are in order. You"ve managed to reverse the course of this war by holding the Bugs and pushing them back, out of this system."
Murak.u.ma felt a thawing of the chill Avram"s manner had induced in her gut. "Thank you, Sky Marshal. That means a great deal to me." She indicated the well-equipped bar. "Would the Sky Marshal care for a drink?"
"Thank you, no. And secondly," Avram resumed in exactly the same tone, "just what the h.e.l.l did you think you were doing, hazarding the persons of two members of the Grand Allied Joint Chiefs of Staff - one of them the chairman?" She raised a hand to forestall a defense Murak.u.ma hadn"t even formulated. "Oh yes, I know. Boys will be boys, and there"s no fool like an old fool. And now that we"ve gotten those two plat.i.tudes out of the way, the fact remains that you had every right to turn down their doubtless piteous pleas to come along - turn them down with a Marine "escort," if necessary! That wasn"t just your right, Admiral Murak.u.ma - it was your duty!" She paused, looking annoyed with herself, and lowered her voice back to its original decibel level. "I know how Ivan Nikolayevich can be. But you could have told him to take any complaints to me. I"d have told him to grow up - some would say it"s about time! He would have told me to stop being a Jewish mother, but that"s not your problem. The point is that you should have realized, even if he doesn"t, that he"s got no business risking his life in combat operations."
Murak.u.ma surprised herself with her voice"s firmness. "May I speak, Sky Marshal?"
"Say your say," Avram grunted.
"First of all, I didn"t yield to any entreaties or bullying on Admiral Antonov"s part. It was my idea to invite him and Lord Talphon along."
Avram"s dark brown eyes locked with her jade-green ones. "Well, Admiral Murak.u.ma, I"ll say this for you: you"re not a bore." The Sky Marshal settled back and spoke conversationally. "So, you claim full responsibility for the idea of risking Admiral of the Fleet Antonov, and also Lord Talphon, a relative of the Khan - if he"d gotten killed in this little escapade, we might have had a second war on our hands." She c.o.c.ked her head. "Care to explain why, Admiral?"
Murak.u.ma drew a deep breath. "It was something Admiral Antonov said to me when we presented the ops plan for his approval. The people I"d already lost were... haunting me. He seemed to sense it, and he spoke directly to me, as though he and I were the only ones present who belonged to a kind of horrible fraternity - the only ones who could possibly understand."
"Yes, I know he can be like that, too," Avram murmured, almost to softly to be heard.
"And then," Murak.u.ma continued "he said something that brought all my self-pity into perspective. He reminded me I still had the option of taking the risks I order others to take." (Unnoticed, and unconsciously on her own part, Avram shifted her left hand and fingered that which had replaced her right arm.) "So I still have something he lost a long time ago. And I felt a sense of obligation - a need to let him share it once more." She shook herself and gazed directly at the Sky Marshal with green eyes that had gone almost mischievous. "That"s really all I can say in mitigation, Sir. Except perhaps for yet another plat.i.tude: all"s well that ends well."
Avram held those eyes, unblinking, for so long that they almost wavered. But then a twinkle banished the Sky Marshal"s glare, although nothing below the eyes softened. "I can perhaps understand your feelings, Admiral. But the fact remains that you took an unjustified chance with the lives of very important people. The consequences could have been very grim. More to the point, those consequences could have fallen on me! Don"t you ever expose me to a risk like that again! Do I make myself clear?"