"I need you to stabilize position relative to S"Hlu, and drop your shield."
Commodore and engineer exchanged glances. "Why?" asked D"Trelna.
"We"re going to try to teleport the raiding party off of S"Hlu."
"Do it," said D"Trelna to N"Trol.
It went well at first, with John and fourteen wounded troopers teleported to Implacable Implacable"s hangar deck in three separate jumps.
"Take this," he said, tossing the prototype to a startled DTrelna.
"What . . ."
"It"s what we came for," said John. He turned to Lan-Asal. "Do you need me back there?""
"No-just another body to carry," said the trans.m.u.te, and was gone.
"Well, that eases up on the return fire," said L"Wrona. He stood with R"Gal in an open doorway, firing at the Combine forces as they tried to advance up either side of the corridor, weapons silent.
"Great defensive position, Captain," said R"Gal, looking at the sign over the door: Armory 7-Atomics.
"Works for a time," said L"Wrona, reloading. "Until they send in more blades." Behind them were the last of the raiders-five wounded and two not, sitting and lying in front of rows of deep-cooled white metal cylinders, all labeled with various ordnance nomenclatures.
"Here they come," said R"Gal, pointing to a flight of blades as they whipped around a corner, light glinting off blue steel. He shook his head. "Can"t help you this time, L"Wrona-they"re frequency shielded."
"In," said L"Wrona. The two stepped back, the captain palming shut the thick blast doors. They snicked together as the first blades reached the armory.
L"Wrona touched his communicator. "J"Quel," he said, watching thin white lines of energy slowly carve through the door, "we need out now."
"They"re on their way," came D"Trelna"s voice.
"We"re here," said Guan-Sharick. L"Wrona and R"Gal turned-Lan-Asal and Guan-Sharick stood between them and the troopers.
"Get the rest out of here first." said the captain, stepping to the small stack of gear they"d carried in. "I have something to do."
"Gone?" repeated T"Lan One, staring at the comm screen. "Where and how?"
The woman shrugged wearily. Behind her the pickup showed the open door of Armory Seven, with security troops and blades flitting in and out. "Unknown."
"Guan-Sharick," said T"Lan One. "Teleported them out."
"All of them? That fast?" said the other AI.
"There were five of them during the revolt," said T"Lan One. "Maybe more than one survived.
"All ships to intercept Implacable," Implacable," he said. "And advise Confederation FleetOps that we"ve just suffered a corsair attack-give them full battlespecs." he said. "And advise Confederation FleetOps that we"ve just suffered a corsair attack-give them full battlespecs."
"But if they find Implacable Implacable first, we won"t recover the device." first, we won"t recover the device."
"It"s more important to deprive them of it," said T"Lan One.
Panicked shouting came from the comm screen. Startled, both AIs turned back to the comm screen. Their security forces were scattering, troops and blades fleeing down the corridors.
"What . . . ?" began T"Lan One.
The captain"s face reappeared. "Blastpak," she said hoa.r.s.ely, glancing over her shoulder. "No time to disarm-"
The screen winked off. The AIs looked at the surface monitors as flame washed over the pickups, leaving only screen fuzz and static in its wake.
"Can we take the aftershock?" asked T"Lan Two A. He"d hoped to remain functional for more than a day.
His question was answered as the ground wave shattered the ceiling and west wall, sending tons of earth exploding in on the command center.
19.
Implacables auditorium was packed-every off-duty crewman on the ship was in attendance, relieved by a handful of personnel, themselves watching via comm screen. auditorium was packed-every off-duty crewman on the ship was in attendance, relieved by a handful of personnel, themselves watching via comm screen.
The chatter died as D"Trelna stood, stepping to the podium.
"As you know, we"re a hunted ship," he began, eyes going from face to face. "Fleet and Combine forces are searching for us with a vigor previously reserved for K"Tran."
He leaned forward, big hands gripping the podium. "We"re the only ones who know the entire truth behind the Biofab War, the only ones who know beyond any doubt that the Fleet of the One is coming, and-the reason we"re now corsair-listed-the only ones who know the truth behind Combine T"Lan. Colonel R"Gal"-he nodded to the AI, seated in the front row-"and his people have, for reasons of their own safety and effectiveness, declined to give the alarm about Combine T"Lan. And we"ve been very cleverly put into a position where any warning we"d give would be dismissed.
"We have a plan," he continued. "It"s dangerous, wild, and likely to fail. But before I discuss it, I want you to know that we"ll be happy to set down at the nearest port anyone who wants out. You signed on, most of you, to fight S"Cotar and save the Confederation, not to become ensnared in this ancient web of intrigue.
"If we slip you planetside, you"ll be provided with new computer-confirmed ident.i.ties and doc.u.mentation, courtesy of Colonel R"Gal and Fleet Intelligence files. You"re all skilled technicals-you"ll have no trouble finding good jobs on any of a thousand worlds." He paused and smiled. "No hard feelings-you"re the best of a good lot. So anyone who wants out, please fall out now and report to briefing room four, deck three."
No one moved; then a rating stood-he was almost old enough to shave. "Sir, aren"t we still fighting for the Confederation?"
"We are," nodded the commodore. "It"s just that the Confederation isn"t aware of it."
There was a ripple of nervous laughter.
"Sir, we"re soldiers," said the rating. "We took an oath to fight for the Confederation. These machines may have fooled FleetOps and the Council, but it doesn"t wipe our oath. You lead, we"ll follow."
As he sat back down, applause rippled through the auditorium, growing louder, until all were on their feet, clapping and cheering. Then someone struck up the Confederation anthem, the J"Rin. Voice after voice picked it up, sending all five verses ringing from the high ceiling.
D"Trelna waited until it died down. "Thank you," he said, a catch to his voice. Not trusting himself, he sat back down.
L"Wrona took the podium.
"We"ve been contacted by K"Tran. We"re to rendezvous with Alpha Prime Alpha Prime-and her sister ships."
That caused a stir, the whispers running through the auditorium until L"Wrona cleared his throat. "The previous offer stands," he said. "Anyone who wants off, say so. But say so now." His eyes looked over the faces, many of them apprehensive. Kids, he thought, so many of them-more afraid to show fear than to die. Was I ever that young? he wondered.
"At the rendezvous," continued the captain, "we"ll firm up strategy and proceed."
"Proceed where?"
It was Zahava, standing next to Harrison, five rows back to the right.
The captain could have said, "Hold your questions till the end." Tell it all now, he decided. See how they take it.
"We propose," said L"Wrona, "to take Implacable Implacable through the newly opened portal from Terra One to Terra Two, and from there, to the AI universe. We propose to foment revolt against the AIs in their home universe, using species they"ve held in slavery for tens of thousands of years. One of those species are human." through the newly opened portal from Terra One to Terra Two, and from there, to the AI universe. We propose to foment revolt against the AIs in their home universe, using species they"ve held in slavery for tens of thousands of years. One of those species are human."
It took a while for the noise to subside. Then it was K"Raoda"s turn. The first officer stood, hand and head bandaged. "What about the Fleet of the One?" he asked. "And the device we recovered in the raid on S"Hlu?"
"The mindslavers will fight a delaying action against the AI Fleet," said L"Wrona. "They have weapons systems equal to those of the Fleet of the One. A delaying action by the mindslavers should be effective-the AIs won"t be prepared for them. In fact, according to Colonel R"Gal, they may not know such machines exist.
"As for the-device-we"re still testing it.
"Mr. N"Trol, any progress?"
Far in the back, the engineer stood. "Not yet."
"Fine," said John as N"Trol sat. "We hurt them badly enough at home for them to withdraw. What prevents them from returning?"
"Utter defeat." R"Gal stood, facing the Terran. "The AI empire"s rotten at the core-it"s corrupt, it"s based on slavery and can"t withstand the shock of another revolt. It"s only now recovering from the last one, a hundred thousand years ago."
"How do you know that?" said John.
"I was the equivalent of an Imperial viceroy," said R"Gal. "I know the problems the AIs face."
"Faced," said John.
R"Gal shook his head. "Face, Harrison. Face. It"s a static society."
"Well, I suppose any machine society ..."
"Please," said R"Gal, holding up a hand. He looked around the room. "All of you, dispose of your piquant notions of machines-as-life. We"re your equivalent, if not your superiors, in intellect, creativity and courage."
"You mean the created has surpa.s.sed the creator?" said the Terran ironically.
R"Gal laughed. "My friend, you"re so wrong. No, the created has never quite equaled the creator." He shook his head. "Oh, the hopes we had for you, the time and the resources we spent on your development. True, we used you badly, but some of us . . ."
It took D"Trelna a long time to silence the uproar and clear the room.
"That was incredibly stupid," said Guan-Sharick to R"Gal. "Why did you do it?" The two sat alone in a nearly deserted mess hall. It was the middle of thirdwatch, with most of the ship asleep.
"Two reasons," said the AI. "One-they"d have found out, sooner or later-my brethren would have dosed them with it-it"s a very telling psychwar tool. Better they find out now-now, before the shooting resumes-and adjust to it."
"Perhaps," said the blonde. "And the other reason?"
R"Gal smiled across the mess table. "The other reason was Captain L"Wrona"s gimlet eye turning on the n.o.ble young rating who so inspired the crew. He was beginning to frown when I stood. I believe he prides himself on knowing every face, every name?"
Guan-Sharick smiled back at the AI. "How did you know it was me, R"Gal? Surely all those bodies masked any psychic distortion?"
"I know you, old snake-and your style. Nicely done, as always."
"Thank you, Colonel," said the trans.m.u.te.
"They don"t know about you yet," R"Gal continued.
The blonde shrugged. "They accept that I"m human and believe, by implication, that Lan-Asal and I are from one of those enslaved species-a human one, of course." She paused, looked across the mess hall, then back at R"Gal. "Sorry about attacking you."
"Couldn"t be helped," said the AI. "No way you"d have recognized me, there in the dark. And it was the logical thing to do-a.s.sume I was Combine and jump me."
"Fortunately for you, I saved you for later interrogation."
"Fortunate for me N"Trol found me-I"ve seen your interrogations.
"By the way," he added, nodding at the few crew scattered around the mess hall, "just which one of them are you usually?"
"It"s not important."
"Satisfy my curiosity. I really was looking for a S"Cotar amongst the crew. Many of the genuine bugs got away."
The blonde shook her head. "Not now. Later, maybe. After the mission."
"Ah, the mission," said R"Gal. "I can"t believe your mission"s changed any more than mine, down the long drag of the centuries. Certainly we both want the Fleet of the One broken and overthrown. But you, Guan-Sharick, you want the Interdict lifted." He said this last softly, leaning across the table.
"Justice," said the blonde just as softly. "I want justice."
The battle klaxon interrupted R"Gal"s laugh.
"Certainly this is the place," said D"Trelna, looking at the main screen. Alpha Prime Alpha Prime fronted them, flanked by two other mindslavers. fronted them, flanked by two other mindslavers.
"Tacscan shows forty other mindslavers beyond visual pickup," said L"Wrona. "Positioned in standard tactical dispersal."
"Incoming signal, covert operations channel," said K"Lana.
"He"s going to ask some hard questions, H"Nar," said the commodore. "Be ready to run if he doesn"t like my answers." He pressed the commkey.
"Welcome, Commodore," said KTran"s voice. "I hope you"re impressed."
"I"m impressed," said the commodore, nodding as he watched the mindslavers" weapons specs thread across the tacscan.
"Has Fleet agreed to our terms?"
D"Trelna exchanged glances with L"Wrona. The captain"s finger hovered over the emergency jump key.