She shrugged and flipped her remaining knife in her hands. "No one ever said I couldn"t, couldn"t," she said.
The Consu amba.s.sador glided forward to me, sidestepping the fallen Consu. "You have won the right to four questions," it said. "You may ask them now."
Four questions were more than we had expected. We had hoped for three, and planned for two; we had expected the Consu to be more of a challenge. Not that one dead soldier and several lopped-off body parts const.i.tuted a total victory by any means. Still, you take what you can get. Four questions would be just fine.
"Did the Consu provide the Rraey with the technology to detect skip drives?" I asked.
"Yes," the amba.s.sador said, without elaborating further. Which was fine; we didn"t expect the Consu to tell us any more than they had obligated themselves to. But the amba.s.sador"s answer gave us information on a number of other questions. Since the Rraey received the technology from the Consu, it was highly unlikely that they knew how it worked on a fundamental level; we didn"t have to worry about them expanding their use of it or trading the technology to other races.
"How many skip drive detection units do the Rraey have?" We had originally thought to ask how many of these the Consu provided the Rraey, but on the off chance they made more, we figured it"d be best to be general.
"One," said the amba.s.sador.
"How many other races that humans know of have the ability to detect skip drives?" Our third major question. We a.s.sumed that the Consu knew of more races than we did, so asking a more general question of how many races had the technology would be of no use to us; likewise asking them who else they had given the technology to, since some other race could have come up with the technology on its own. Not every piece of tech in the universe is a hand-me-down from some more advanced race. Occasionally people think these things up on their own.
"None," the amba.s.sador said. Another lucky break for us. If nothing else, it gave us some time to figure out how to get around it.
"You still have one more question," Jane said, and pointed me back in the direction of the amba.s.sador, who stood, waiting for my last query. So, I figured, what the h.e.l.l.
"The Consu can wipe out most of the races in this area of s.p.a.ce," I said. "Why don"t you?"
"Because we love you," the amba.s.sador said.
"Excuse me?" I said. Technically, this could have qualified as a fifth question, one the Consu was not required to answer. But it did anyway.
"We cherish all life that has the potential for Ungkat Ungkat"-that last part was p.r.o.nounced like a fender sc.r.a.ping a brick wall-"which is partic.i.p.ation in the great cycle of rebirth," the amba.s.sador said. "We tend to you, to all you lesser races, consecrating your planets so that all who dwell there may be reborn into the cycle. We sense our duty to partic.i.p.ate in your growth. The Rraey believe we provided them with the technology you question after because they offered up one of their planets to us, but that is not so. We saw the chance to move both of your races closer to perfection, and joyfully we have done so."
The amba.s.sador opened its slashing arms, and we saw its secondary arms, hands open, almost imploring. "The time in which your people will be worthy to join us will be that much closer now. Today you are unclean and must be reviled even as you are loved. But content yourself in the knowledge that deliverance will one day be at hand. I myself go now to my death, unclean in that I have spoken to you in your tongue, but a.s.sured again a place in the cycle because I have moved your people toward their place in the great wheel. I despise you and I love you, you who are my d.a.m.nation and salvation both. Leave now, so that we may destroy this place, and celebrate your progression. Go."
"I don"t like it," Lieutenant Tagore said at our next briefing, after the others and I recounted our experiences. "I don"t like it at all. The Consu gave the Rraey that technology specifically so they could f.u.c.k with us. That d.a.m.n bug said so itself. They"ve got us dancing like puppets on strings. They could be telling the Rraey right now that we"re on our way."
"That would be redundant," Captain Jung said, "considering the skip drive detection technology."
"You know what I mean," Tagore shot back. "The Consu aren"t going to do us any favors, since they clearly want us and the Rraey to fight, in order to "progress" to another cosmic level, whatever the f.u.c.k that that means." means."
"The Consu weren"t going to do us any favors anyway, so enough about them," Major Crick said. "We may be moving according to their plans, but remember that their plans happen to coincide with our own up to a point. And I don"t think the Consu give a s.h.i.t whether we or the Rraey come out on top. So let"s concentrate on what we"re doing instead of what the Consu are doing."
My BrainPal clicked on; Crick sent a graphic of Coral, and another planet, the Rraey homeworld. "The fact that the Rraey are using borrowed technology means we have a chance to act, to hit them fast and hard, both on Coral and at their homeworld," he said. "While we have been chatting up the Consu, the CDF has been moving ships to skip distance. We have six hundred ships-nearly a third of our forces-in position and ready to skip. Upon hearing from us, the CDF will start the clock on simultaneous attacks on Coral and the Rraey homeworld. The idea is both to take back Coral and to pin down potential Rraey reinforcements. Hitting their homeworld will incapacitate the ships there and force Rraey ships in other parts of s.p.a.ce to prioritize between a.s.sisting Coral or the Rraey homeworld.
"Both attacks are contingent on one thing: knocking out their ability to know we"re coming in. That means taking their tracking station and knocking it offline-but not not destroying it. The technology in that tracking station is technology the CDF can use. Maybe the Rraey can"t figure it out, but we"re farther along the technological curve. We blow the station only if there"s absolutely no other choice. We"re going to take the station and hold it until we can get reinforcements down to the surface." destroying it. The technology in that tracking station is technology the CDF can use. Maybe the Rraey can"t figure it out, but we"re farther along the technological curve. We blow the station only if there"s absolutely no other choice. We"re going to take the station and hold it until we can get reinforcements down to the surface."
"How long is that going to take?" asked Jung.
"The simultaneous a.s.saults will be coordinated to begin four hours after we enter Coral s.p.a.ce," Crick said. "Depending on the intensity of the ship-to-ship battles, we can expect additional troops to reinforce us sometime after the first couple of hours."
"Four hours after we enter enter Coral s.p.a.ce?" Jung asked. "Not after we"ve taken the tracking station?" Coral s.p.a.ce?" Jung asked. "Not after we"ve taken the tracking station?"
"That"s right," Crick said. "So we d.a.m.n well better take the station, people."
"Excuse me," I said. "I"m troubled by a small detail."
"Yes, Lieutenant Perry," Crick said.
"The success of the offensive attack is predicated on our taking out the tracking station that keeps tabs on our ships coming in," I said.
"Right," said Crick.
"This would be the same tracking station that"s going to be tracking us us when we skip to Coral s.p.a.ce," I said. when we skip to Coral s.p.a.ce," I said.
"Right," said Crick.
"I was on a ship that was tracked as it entered Coral s.p.a.ce, if you"ll recall," I said. "It was ripped apart and every single person who was on it but me died. Aren"t you a little concerned that something very similar will happen to this this ship?" ship?"
"We slid into Coral s.p.a.ce undetected before," Tagore said.
"I"m aware of that, since the Sparrowhawk Sparrowhawk was the ship that rescued me," I said. "And believe me, I am grateful. However, that strikes me as the sort of trick you get away with once. And even if we skip into the Coral system far enough away from the planet to avoid detection, it would take us several hours to reach Coral. The timing is way off for that. If this is going to work, the was the ship that rescued me," I said. "And believe me, I am grateful. However, that strikes me as the sort of trick you get away with once. And even if we skip into the Coral system far enough away from the planet to avoid detection, it would take us several hours to reach Coral. The timing is way off for that. If this is going to work, the Sparrowhawk Sparrowhawk has to skip in close to the planet. So I want to know how we"re going to do that and still expect the ship to stay in one piece." has to skip in close to the planet. So I want to know how we"re going to do that and still expect the ship to stay in one piece."
"The answer to that is really quite simple," Major Crick said. "We don"t don"t expect the ship to stay in one piece. We expect it to be blasted right out of the sky. In fact, we"re counting on it." expect the ship to stay in one piece. We expect it to be blasted right out of the sky. In fact, we"re counting on it."
"Pardon me?" I said. I looked around the table, expecting to see looks of confusion similar to the one I was wearing. Instead, everyone was looking somewhat thoughtful. I found this entirely too disturbing.
"High-orbit insertion, then, is it?" asked Lieutenant Dalton.
"Yes," Crick said. "Modified, obviously."
I gaped. "You"ve done this before? before?" I said.
"Not this exactly, Lieutenant Perry," Jane said, drawing my attention to her. "But yes, on occasion we"ve inserted Special Forces directly from s.p.a.cecraft-usually when the use of shuttles is not an option, as it would be here. We have special dropsuits to insulate ourselves from the heat of entering the atmosphere; beyond that it"s like any normal airdrop."
"Except that in this case, your ship is being shot out from under you," I said.
"That is the new wrinkle here," Jane admitted.
"You people are absolutely insane," I said.
"It makes for an excellent tactic," Major Crick said. "If the ship is torn apart, bodies are an expected part of the debris. The CDF just dropped a skip drone to us with fresh information on the tracking station"s location, so we can skip above the planet in a good position to drop our people. The Rraey will think they"ve destroyed our a.s.sault before it happened. They won"t even know we"re there until we hit them. And then it will be too late."
"a.s.suming any of you survive the initial strike," I said.
Crick looked over to Jane and nodded. "The CDF has bought us a little wiggle room," Jane said to the group. "They"ve begun placing skip drives onto shielded missile cl.u.s.ters and tossing them into Coral s.p.a.ce. When their shields are struck they launch the missiles, which are very hard for the Rraey to hit. We"ve gotten several Rraey ships over the last two days this way-now they"re waiting a few seconds before they fire in order to accurately track anything that"s been thrown at them. We should have anywhere from ten to thirty seconds before the Sparrowhawk Sparrowhawk is. .h.i.t. That"s not enough time for a ship that"s not expecting the hits to do anything, but for us it"s enough time to get our people off the ship. It"s also maybe enough time for the bridge crew to launch a distracting offensive attack as well." is. .h.i.t. That"s not enough time for a ship that"s not expecting the hits to do anything, but for us it"s enough time to get our people off the ship. It"s also maybe enough time for the bridge crew to launch a distracting offensive attack as well."
"The bridge crew is going to stay on the ship for this?" I asked.
"We"ll be suited up with the others and operating the ship via BrainPal," Major Crick said. "But we"ll be on the ship at least until our first missile volley is away. We don"t want to operate Brain-Pals once we leave the ship until we"re deep in Coral"s atmosphere; it would give away the fact we"re alive to any Rraey that might be monitoring. There"s some risk involved, but there are risks for everyone who is on this ship. Which brings us, incidentally, to you, Lieutenant Perry."
"Me," I said.
"Quite obviously, you"re not going to want to be on the ship when it gets. .h.i.t," Crick said. "At the same time, you haven"t trained for this sort of mission, and we also promised you would be here in an advisory capacity. We can"t in good conscience ask for you to partic.i.p.ate. After this briefing you"ll be provided with a shuttle, and a skip drone will be dispatched back to Phoenix with your shuttle"s coordinates and a request for retrieval. Phoenix keeps retrieval ships permanently stationed at skip distance; you should be picked up within a day. We"ll leave you a month"s worth of supplies, however. And the shuttle is equipped with its own emergency skip drones if it comes to that."
"So you"re ditching me," I said.
"It"s nothing personal," Crick said. "General Keegan will want to have a briefing on the situation and the negotiations with the Consu, and as our liaison with conventional CDF, you"re the best person to do both."
"Sir, with your permission, I"d like to remain," I said.
"We really have no place for you, Lieutenant," Crick said. "You"d serve this mission better back on Phoenix."
"Sir, with all due respect, you have at least one hole in your ranks," I said. "Sergeant Hawking died during our negotiations with the Consu; Private Aquinas is missing half her arm. You won"t be able to reinforce your ranks prior to your mission. Now, I"m not Special Forces, but I am a veteran soldier. I am, at the very least, better than nothing."
"I seem to recall you calling us all absolutely insane," Captain Jung said to me.
"You are are all absolutely insane," I said. "So if you"re going to pull this off you"re going to need all the help you can get. Also, sir," I said, turning to Crick, "remember that I lost my people on Coral. I don"t feel right about sitting out this fight." all absolutely insane," I said. "So if you"re going to pull this off you"re going to need all the help you can get. Also, sir," I said, turning to Crick, "remember that I lost my people on Coral. I don"t feel right about sitting out this fight."
Crick looked over to Dalton. "Where are we with Aquinas?" he asked.
Dalton shrugged. "We have her on an accelerated healing regimen," he said. "It hurts like a b.i.t.c.h to regrow an arm this fast, but she"ll be ready when we make the skip. I don"t need him."
Crick turned to Jane, who was staring at me. "It"s your call, Sagan," Crick said. "Hawking was your noncom. If you want him, you can have him."
"I don"t don"t want him," Jane said, looking directly at me as she said it. "But he"s right. I"m down a man." want him," Jane said, looking directly at me as she said it. "But he"s right. I"m down a man."
"Fine," Crick said. "Get him up to speed, then." He turned to me. "If Lieutenant Sagan thinks you"re not going to cut it, you"re getting stuffed in a shuttle. Do you get me?"
"I get you, Major," I said, staring back at Jane.
"Good," he said. "Welcome to Special Forces, Perry. You"re the first realborn we"ve ever had in our ranks, so far as I know. Try not to f.u.c.k up, because if you do, I promise you the Rraey are going to be the least of your problems."
Jane entered my stateroom without my permission; she could do that now that she was my superior officer.
"What the f.u.c.k do you think you are doing?" she said.
"You people are down a man," I said. "I"m a man. Do the math."
"I got you on this ship because I knew you"d be put on the shuttle," Jane said. "If you were rotated back into the infantry, you"d be on one of the ships involved in the a.s.sault. If we don"t take the tracking station, you know what"s going to happen to those ships and everyone in them. This was the only way I knew I was going to keep you safe, and you just threw it away."
"You could have told Crick you didn"t want me," I said. "You heard him. He"d be happy to kick me into a shuttle and leave me floating in Consu s.p.a.ce until someone got around to picking me up. You didn"t because you know how f.u.c.king crazy this little plan is. You know you"re going to need all the help you can get. I didn"t know it was you you I"d be under, you know, Jane. If Aquinas wasn"t going to be ready, I could just as easily be serving under Dalton for this mission. I didn"t even know Hawking was your noncom until Crick said something about it. All I know was that if this thing is going to work, you need everyone you"ve got." I"d be under, you know, Jane. If Aquinas wasn"t going to be ready, I could just as easily be serving under Dalton for this mission. I didn"t even know Hawking was your noncom until Crick said something about it. All I know was that if this thing is going to work, you need everyone you"ve got."
"Why do you care?" Jane said. "This isn"t your mission. You"re not one of us."
"I"m one of you right now, aren"t I?" I said. "I"m on this ship. I"m here, thanks to you. And I don"t have anywhere else to be. My entire company got blown up and most of my other friends are dead. And anyway, as one of you you mentioned, we"re all human. s.h.i.t, I was even grown in a lab, just like you. This body was, at least. I might as well be one of you. So now I am." mentioned, we"re all human. s.h.i.t, I was even grown in a lab, just like you. This body was, at least. I might as well be one of you. So now I am."
Jane flared. "You have no no idea what it"s like to be one of us," she said. "You said you wanted to know about me. What part do you want to know? Do you want to know what it"s like to wake up one day, your head filled with a library full of information-everything from how to butcher a pig to how to pilot a starship-but not to know your own name? Or that you even have one? Do you want to know what it"s like never to have been a child, or even to have idea what it"s like to be one of us," she said. "You said you wanted to know about me. What part do you want to know? Do you want to know what it"s like to wake up one day, your head filled with a library full of information-everything from how to butcher a pig to how to pilot a starship-but not to know your own name? Or that you even have one? Do you want to know what it"s like never to have been a child, or even to have seen seen one until you step foot on some burned-out colony and see a dead one in front of you? Maybe you"d like to hear about how the first time any of us talk to a realborn we have to keep from hitting you because you speak so slow, move so slow and one until you step foot on some burned-out colony and see a dead one in front of you? Maybe you"d like to hear about how the first time any of us talk to a realborn we have to keep from hitting you because you speak so slow, move so slow and think think so f.u.c.king slow that we don"t know why they even bother to enlist you. so f.u.c.king slow that we don"t know why they even bother to enlist you.
"Or maybe you"d like to know that every single Special Forces soldier dreams up a past for themselves. We know we"re the Frankenstein monster. We know we"re put together from bits and pieces of the dead. We look in a mirror and we know we"re seeing somebody else, and that the only reason we exist is because they don"t don"t-and that they are lost to us forever. So we all imagine the person they could have been. We imagine their lives, their children, their husbands and wives, and we know that none of these things can ever be ours none of these things can ever be ours."
Jane stepped over and got right in my face. "Do you want to know what it"s like to meet the husband of the woman you used to be? To see recognition in his face but not to feel it yourself, no matter how much you want to? To know he so desperately wants to call you a name that isn"t yours? To know that when he looks at you he sees decades of life-and that you know none of it. To know he"d been with you, been inside inside of you, was there holding your hand when you died, telling you that he loved you. To know he can"t make you realborn, but can give you continuation, a history, an idea of who you were to help you understand who you are. Can you even imagine what it"s like to want that for yourself? To keep it safe at any cost?" of you, was there holding your hand when you died, telling you that he loved you. To know he can"t make you realborn, but can give you continuation, a history, an idea of who you were to help you understand who you are. Can you even imagine what it"s like to want that for yourself? To keep it safe at any cost?"
Closer. Lips almost touching mine, but no hint of a kiss in them. "You lived with me ten times longer than I"ve I"ve lived with me," Jane said. "You are the keeper of me. You can"t imagine what that"s like for me. Because you"re lived with me," Jane said. "You are the keeper of me. You can"t imagine what that"s like for me. Because you"re not one of us. not one of us." She stepped back.
I stared as she stepped back. "You"re not her," I said. "You said it to me yourself."
"Oh, Christ," Jane snapped. "I lied lied. I am am her, and you know it. If she had lived, she"d have joined the CDF and they would have used the same G.o.dd.a.m.ned DNA to make her new body as they made me with. I"ve got souped-up alien s.h.i.t in my genes but you"re not fully human anymore either, and she wouldn"t be either. The human part of me is the same as what it would be in her. All I"m missing is the memory. All I"m missing is my entire other life." her, and you know it. If she had lived, she"d have joined the CDF and they would have used the same G.o.dd.a.m.ned DNA to make her new body as they made me with. I"ve got souped-up alien s.h.i.t in my genes but you"re not fully human anymore either, and she wouldn"t be either. The human part of me is the same as what it would be in her. All I"m missing is the memory. All I"m missing is my entire other life."
Jane came back to me again, cupped my face with her hand. "I am Jane Sagan, I know that," she said. "The last six years are mine, and they"re real. This is my my life. But I"m Katherine Perry, too. I want that life back. The only way I can have it is through you. You have to stay alive, John. Without you, I lose myself again." life. But I"m Katherine Perry, too. I want that life back. The only way I can have it is through you. You have to stay alive, John. Without you, I lose myself again."
I reached up to her hand. "Help me stay alive," I said. "Tell me everything I need to know to do this mission well. Show me everything I need to help your platoon do its job. Help me to help you, Jane. You"re right, I don"t know what it"s like to be you, to be one of you. But I do know I don"t want to be floating around in a d.a.m.ned shuttle while you"re getting shot at. I need you to stay alive, too. Fair enough?"
"Fair enough," she said. I took her hand and kissed it.
SEVENTEEN.
This is the easy part-Jane sent to me. Just lean into it Just lean into it.
The bay doors were blown open, an explosive decompression that mirrored my previous arrival into Coral s.p.a.ce. I was going to have to come here one time without being flung out of a cargo bay. This time, however, the bay was clear of dangerous, untethered objects; the only objects in the Sparrowhawk Sparrowhawk"s hold were its crew and soldiers, decked out in air-tight, bulky jumpsuits. Our feet were nailed to the floor, so to speak, by electromagnetic tabs, but just as soon as the cargo bay doors were blasted away and a sufficient distance to keep from killing any of us, the tabs would cut out and we"d tumble out the door, carried away by the escaping air-the cargo bay being overpressurized to make sure there"d still be enough lift.
There was. Our toe magnets cut out, and it was like being yanked by a giant through a particularly large mouse hole. As Jane suggested, I leaned into it, and suddenly found myself tumbling into s.p.a.ce. This was fine, since we wanted to give the appearance of sudden, unexpected exposure to the nothingness of s.p.a.ce, just in case the Rraey were watching. I was unceremoniously bowled out the door with the rest of the Special Forces, had a sickening moment of vertigo as out out reoriented as reoriented as down, down, and and down down was two hundred klicks toward the darkened ma.s.s of Coral, the terminal of day blistering east of where we were going to end up. was two hundred klicks toward the darkened ma.s.s of Coral, the terminal of day blistering east of where we were going to end up.
My personal rotation turned me just in time to see the Sparrowhawk Sparrowhawk exploding in four places, the fireb.a.l.l.s originating on the far side of the ship from me and silhouetting the ship in flame. No sound or heat, thanks to the vacuum between me and the ship, but obscene orange and yellow fireb.a.l.l.s made up visually for the lack in other senses. Miraculously, as I turned, I saw the exploding in four places, the fireb.a.l.l.s originating on the far side of the ship from me and silhouetting the ship in flame. No sound or heat, thanks to the vacuum between me and the ship, but obscene orange and yellow fireb.a.l.l.s made up visually for the lack in other senses. Miraculously, as I turned, I saw the Sparrowhawk Sparrowhawk fire missiles, launching out toward a foe whose position I could not register. Somebody was still on the ship when it got hit. I rotated again, in time to see the fire missiles, launching out toward a foe whose position I could not register. Somebody was still on the ship when it got hit. I rotated again, in time to see the Sparrowhawk Sparrowhawk crack in two as another volley of missiles. .h.i.t. Whoever was in the ship was going to die in it. I hoped the missiles they launched hit home. crack in two as another volley of missiles. .h.i.t. Whoever was in the ship was going to die in it. I hoped the missiles they launched hit home.
I was falling alone toward Coral. Other soldiers might have been near me, but it was impossible to tell; our suits were nonreflective and we were ordered on BrainPal silence until we had cleared through the upper part of Coral"s atmosphere. Unless I caught a glimpse of someone occluding a star, I wouldn"t know they were there. It pays to be inconspicuous when you are planning to a.s.sault a planet, especially when someone above may still be looking for you. I fell some more and watched the planet of Coral steadily eat the stars on its growing periphery.
My BrainPal chimed; it was time for shielding. I signaled a.s.sent, and from a pack on my back a stream of nan.o.bots flowed. An electromagnetic netting of the "bots was weaved around me, sealing me in a matte-black globe and shutting out light. Now I was truly falling in darkness. I thanked G.o.d I was not naturally claustrophobic; if I were, I might be going bugs.h.i.t at this moment.
The shielding was the key to the high-orbit insertion. It protected the soldier inside from the body-charring heat generated by entering the atmosphere in two ways. First, the shielding sphere was created while the soldier was still falling through vacuum, which lessened the heat transfer unless the soldier somehow touched the skin of the shield, which was in contact with the atmosphere. To avoid this, the same electromagnetic scaffolding that "bots constructed the shield on also pinned the soldier in the center of the sphere, clamping down on movement. It wasn"t very comfortable, but neither was burning up as air molecules ripped into your flesh at high speeds.
The "bots took the heat, used some of the energy to strengthen the electromagnetic net that isolated the soldier, and then pa.s.sed off as much of the rest of the heat as possible. They"d burn up eventually, at which point another "bot would come up through the netting to take its place. Ideally, you ran out of the need for the shield before you ran out of shield. Our allotment of "bots was calibrated for Coral"s atmosphere, with a little extra wiggle room. But you can"t help being nervous.
I felt vibration as my shield began to plow through Coral"s upper atmosphere; a.s.shole rather unhelpfully chimed in that we had begun to experience turbulence. I rattled around in my little sphere, the isolating field holding but allowing more sway than I would have liked. When the edge of a sphere can transmit a couple thousand degrees of heat directly onto your flesh, any movement toward it, no matter how small, is a cause for concern.
Down on the surface of Coral, anyone who looked up would see hundreds of meteors suddenly streaking through the night; any suspicions of the contents of these meteors would be mitigated by the knowledge that they were most likely chunks of the human s.p.a.cecraft the Rraey forces had just blasted out of the sky. Hundreds of thousands of feet up, a falling soldier and a falling piece of hull look the same.
The resistance of a thickening atmosphere did its work and slowed down my sphere; several seconds after it stopped glowing from the heat, it collapsed entirely and I burst through it like a new chick launched by slingshot from its sh.e.l.l. The view now was not of a blank black wall of "bots but of a darkened world, lit in just a few places by bioluminescent algae, which highlighted the languid contours of the coral reefs, and then by the harsher lights of Rraey encampments and former human settlements. We"d be heading for the second sort of lights.
BrainPal discipline up-sent Major Crick, and I was surprised; I figured he had gone down with the Sparrowhawk. Platoon leaders identify; soldiers form up on platoon leaders Sparrowhawk. Platoon leaders identify; soldiers form up on platoon leaders- About a klick to the west of me and a few hundred meters above, Jane suddenly lit up. She had not painted herself in neon in real life; that would have been a fine way to be killed by ground forces. It was simply my BrainPal"s way of showing me where she was. Around me, close in and in the distance, other soldiers began to glow; my new platoon mates, showing themselves as well. We twisted ourselves in the air and began to drift together. As we moved, the surface of Coral transformed with a topological grid overlay on which several pinpoints glowed, cl.u.s.tered tightly together: the tracking station and its immediate environs.
Jane began to flood her soldiers with information. Once I had joined Jane"s platoon, the Special Forces soldiers stopped the courtesy of speaking to me, reverting to their usual method of BrainPal communication. If I was going to fight with them, they figured, I had to do it on their terms. The last three days had been a communication blur; when Jane said that realborn communicated at a slower speed, it was an understatement of the case. Special Forces zapped each other messages faster than I could blink. Conversations and debates would be over faster than I could grasp the first message. Most confusingly of all, Special Forces didn"t limit their transmissions to text or verbal messages. They utilized the BrainPal ability to transmit emotional information to send bursts of emotion, using them like a writer uses punctuation. Someone would tell a joke and everyone who heard it would laugh with their BrainPal, and it was like being hit with little BBs of amus.e.m.e.nt, tunneling in your skull. It gave me a headache.
But it really was a more efficient way to "speak." Jane was outlining our platoon"s mission, objectives and strategy in about a tenth of the time a briefing would take a commander in the conventional CDF. This is a real bonus when you"re conducting your briefing as you and your soldiers fall toward the surface of a planet at terminal velocity. Amazingly, I was able to follow the briefing almost as fast as Jane reeled it off. The secret, I found, was to stop fighting it or attempt to organize the information the way I was used to getting it, in discrete chunks of verbal speech. Just accept you"re drinking from the fire hose and open wide. It also helped that I didn"t talk back much.
The tracking station was located on high ground near one of the smaller human settlements that the Rraey had occupied, in a small valley closed off at the end where the station lay. The ground was originally occupied by the settlement"s command center and its outlying buildings; the Rraey had set up there to take advantage of the power lines and to cannibalize the command center"s computing, transmitting and other resources. The Rraey had created defensive positions on and around the command center, but real-time imaging from the site (provided by a member of Crick"s command team, who had basically strapped a spy satellite onto her chest) showed that these positions were only moderately armed and staffed. The Rraey were overconfident that their technology and their s.p.a.ceships would neutralize any threat.
Other platoons would take the command center, locate and secure the machines that integrated the tracking information from the satellites and prepared it for upload to the Rraey s.p.a.ceships above. Our platoon"s job was to take the transmission tower from which the ground signal went to the ships. If the transmission hardware was advanced Consu equipment, we were to take the tower offline and defend it against the inevitable Rraey counterattack; if it was just off-the-shelf Rraey technology, we simply got to blow it up.