::She did it again,:: Jared sent to Pauling, on a private channel, as the briefing continued. ::You saw it, didn"t you? How she was about to say "no.":: ::I saw it,:: Pauling said. ::But she didn"t. And when it comes down to it she"s always treated you just like she treats anyone.:: ::I know,:: Jared said. ::I just wish I knew why she doesn"t seem to like me.:: ::She doesn"t really seem to like anyone all that that much,:: Pauling said. ::Stop being paranoid. Anyway, I like you. Except when you"re paranoid.:: much,:: Pauling said. ::Stop being paranoid. Anyway, I like you. Except when you"re paranoid.:: ::I"ll work on that,:: Jared said.
::Do,:: Pauling said. ::And thank you for volunteering.:: ::Well, you know,:: Jared said. ::Give the crowd what they want.:: Pauling giggled audibly. Sagan shot her a look. ::Sorry,:: Pauling said, on a common channel.
After a few minutes Jared hailed Pauling on a private channel. ::Do you really think this mission is a bad one?:: ::It f.u.c.king stinks,:: Pauling said.
The beams ceased, and Jared and the rest of the 2nd popped their parafoils. Charged nan.o.bots extended in tendrils from backpacks and formed individual gliders. Jared, no longer free-falling, tilted himself toward the palace and the smoking hole left by the third beam-a hole that led to the heir"s nursery.
At roughly the size of St. Peter"s Basilica, the Hierarch"s Palace was no small edifice, and outside the main hall where the hierarch held formal court and the now-shattered administrative wing, no non-Eneshans were allowed to enter. There were no architectural plans of the palace in the public record, and the palace itself, constructed in the fluid and chaotically natural Eneshan architectural style that resembled nothing so much as a series of termite mounds, did not lend itself to easy discovery of significant areas or rooms. Before the plan to kidnap the Eneshan heir could be put into action, it had to be discovered where the heir"s private chambers lay. Military Research considered it a pretty puzzle, but one without a lot of time to be solved.
Their solution was to think small; indeed, to think single-celled-to think of C. xavierii, C. xavierii, a Eneshan prokaryotic organism evolutionarily parallel to bacteria. Just as strains of bacteria live in happily symbiotic relationships with humans, so did a Eneshan prokaryotic organism evolutionarily parallel to bacteria. Just as strains of bacteria live in happily symbiotic relationships with humans, so did C. xavierii C. xavierii with Eneshans, primarily internally but also externally. Like many humans, not all Eneshans were fastidious about their bathroom habits. with Eneshans, primarily internally but also externally. Like many humans, not all Eneshans were fastidious about their bathroom habits.
Colonial Union Military Research cracked C. xavierii C. xavierii open and resequenced it to create the subspecies open and resequenced it to create the subspecies C. xavierii movere, C. xavierii movere, which coded to construct mitochondrion-sized radio transmitters and receivers. These tiny organic machines recorded the movements of their hosts by polling their positions relative to which coded to construct mitochondrion-sized radio transmitters and receivers. These tiny organic machines recorded the movements of their hosts by polling their positions relative to C. xavierii movere C. xavierii movere housed by other Eneshans within their transmitting range. The recording capacity of these microscopic devices was small-they had the capacity to store less than an hour"s worth of movement-but each cellular division created a new recording machine, tracking movement anew. housed by other Eneshans within their transmitting range. The recording capacity of these microscopic devices was small-they had the capacity to store less than an hour"s worth of movement-but each cellular division created a new recording machine, tracking movement anew.
Military Research introduced the genetically-modified bug into the Hierarch"s Palace by way of a hand lotion, provided to an unsuspecting Colonial Union diplomat who had regular physical contact with her Eneshan counterparts. These Eneshans then transmitted the germ to other members of the palace staff simply through everyday contact. The diplomat"s personal brain prostheses (and those of her entire staff) were also surrept.i.tiously modified to record the tiny transmissions that would soon emanate from the palace staff and all its inhabitants, including the hierarch and her heir. In less than a month Military Research had a complete map of the internal structure of the Hierarch"s Palace, based on the movement of its staff.
Military Research never told the Colonial Union diplomatic staff of its unintentional espionage. Not only was it safer for the diplomats, but they would have been appalled at how they had been used.
Jared reached the roof of the palace and dissolved his glider, landing away from the hole in case it collapsed. Other members of the 2nd were landing or had landed and were preparing for their descent by securing rappelling lines. Jared spotted Sarah Pauling, who had walked up the hole and was now peering down through the smoke and debris cloud.
::Don"t look down,:: Jared said to her.
::Too late for that,:: she replied, and sent him a vertiginous image from her point of view. Through their integration Jared could sense her anxiety and antic.i.p.ation; he felt that way himself.
The rappelling lines were secure. ::Pauling, Dirac,:: said Jane Sagan. ::Time to move.:: It had been less than five minutes since the beams had torn down from the sky, and each additional second brought the increased chance that their quarry had been moved. They were also working against the eventual arrival of troops and emergency responders. Blowing up the executive wing would distract and delay attention to the 2nd Platoon, but not for long.
The three clipped in and dropped down four levels, straight into the heirarch"s residential apartments. The nursery was directly beyond; they had decided not to send the beam down directly on top of the nursery to avoid an accidental collapse. As Jared dropped he sensed the wisdom of that decision; "surgical" or not, the beam had made a mess of the three floors above the heirarch"s apartments, and much of the damage had fallen straight down.
::Activate your infrared,:: Sagan said, as they rappelled. ::The lights are down and there"s a lot of dust down there.:: Jared and Pauling did as they were told. A glow suffused the air, heated by the exertions of the beam and the smoldering remains below.
Residential guards a.s.signed to the heirarch"s apartments flowed into the chamber as the three rappelled down, battering through doors to get at the invaders. Jared, Sagan and Pauling unclipped and dropped heavily into the debris pile below them, hastened by Enesha"s heavier gravity. Jared could feel the debris attempting to impale him as he struck it; his unitard stiffened to avoid that. The three swept the room visually and with infrared to locate the guards, and sent the information upward. A few seconds later there were several sharp cracks from the roof. The residential guards dropped.
::You"re clear,:: said Alex Roentgen. ::The wing is sealed off and we"re not seeing any more guards. More of us are coming down.:: As he said this Julie Einstein and two other members of the 2nd began their descent on the lines.
The nursery adjoined the heirarch"s private chamber, and for security purposes the rooms were a single sealable unit, impenetrable to most violent attempts at entry (save ma.s.sively powerful particle beams shot down from s.p.a.ce). Because the two rooms were a.s.sumed to be externally secure, the internal security between the rooms was light. A gorgeously carved but single-bolted door was the nursery"s only security from the heirarch"s chamber. Jared shot the lock and entered the room as Pauling and Sagan covered him.
Something hurtled toward Jared as he checked his corners; he ducked and rolled, and looked up to find an Eneshan attempting to bring an improvised club crashing down on his head. Jared blocked the hit with his arm and kicked upward, connecting with the Eneshan between its forward lower limbs. The Eneshan roared as the kick cracked its carapace. In his peripheral vision Jared registered a second Eneshan in the room, huddled in the corner and holding something that was screaming.
The first Eneshan lunged again, bellowing, and then stopped bellowing but kept lunging, collapsing in a pile on top of Jared. After the Eneshan lay on top of him Jared realized that somewhere in there he"d heard a burst of gunfire. He looked around the body of the Eneshan and saw Sarah Pauling behind it, reaching over to grab the Eneshan"s mantle, to pull the corpse off Jared.
::You could have tried killing it when it wasn"t moving toward me,:: Jared said.
::Complain again and I"ll leave you underneath the d.a.m.n thing,:: Pauling said. ::Also, if you wouldn"t mind pushing, we"ll get it off you quicker.:: Pauling pulled and Jared pushed, and the Eneshan rolled to the side. Jared crawled out and got a good look at his attacker.
::Is it him?:: Pauling asked.
::I can"t tell,:: Jared said. ::They kind of all look alike.:: ::Move,:: Pauling said, and came in close to get a look at the Eneshan. She accessed her mission briefing. ::It"s him,:: she said. ::It"s the father. It"s the heirarch"s consort.:: Jared nodded. Jahn Hio, the heirarch"s consort, chosen for political reasons to sire the heir. The matriarchal traditions of the Eneshan royalty dictated that the father of the heir was directly responsible for the heir"s pre-metamorphic care. Tradition also dictated the father would stay awake at the side of the heir after her consecration ceremony for three Eneshan days, to symbolize the acceptance of his paternal duties. This-among other reasons related to the consecration ceremony-was why the kidnapping was planned when it was. Jahn Hio"s a.s.sa.s.sination was a secondary but critical part of the mission.
::He died for protecting his child,:: Jared said.
::It"s how how he died,:: Pauling said. ::It"s not he died,:: Pauling said. ::It"s not why why he died.:: he died.:: ::I don"t think the distinction matters much to him,:: Jared said.
::This mission stinks,:: Pauling agreed.
A burp of gunfire erupted from the corner of the room. The screaming that had been constant in the room since their entrance stopped briefly and then started up again even more urgently. Sagan came out of the corner, Empee in one hand, a wriggling white ma.s.s secured in the other against the crook of her arm. The second Eneshan slumped where Sagan shot it.
::The nanny,:: Sagan said. ::She wouldn"t give me the heir.:: ::You asked?:: Pauling said.
::I did,:: Sagan said, pointing to the small translation speaker she had clipped on to her belt. It would have use later in the mission. ::I tried, anyway.:: ::Our killing the consort probably didn"t help,:: Jared said.
The screaming thing in Sagan"s arm twisted mightily and nearly got out of her grip. Sagan dropped her Empee to get a better grip on it. It screamed ever louder as she squeezed it securely between her arm and body. Jared peered intently to look at it.
::So that"s the heir,:: Jared said.
::This is it,:: Sagan said. ::She, actually. Pre-metamorphic Eneshan. Like a big, screaming maggot.:: ::Can we sedate her?:: Pauling asked. ::She"s pretty loud.:: ::No,:: Sagan said. ::We need the heirarch to see that she"s still alive.:: The heir wriggled again; Sagan began to stroke it with her free hand in an attempt to soothe it. ::Get my Empee for me, Dirac,:: she said. Jared bent down to retrieve the rifle.
The lights went on.
::Oh, s.h.i.t,:: Sagan said. ::Power"s back.:: ::I thought we blasted the backup generator,:: Jared said.
::We did,:: Sagan said. ::Looks like there was more than one. Time to go.:: The three backed out of the nursery, Sagan with the heir, Jared with his Empee and Sagan"s up and ready.
In the main apartment, two members of the platoon were shimmying up the ropes. Julie Einstein had positioned herself to cover the two doors into the apartment.
::They"re going to cover the two levels above us,:: Einstein said. ::The hole goes through rooms on those levels with only one entrance to them. At least that"s what the floor plan says. Top level is wide open, though.:: ::Transport on its way,:: Alex Roentgen said. ::We"ve been spotted up here and we"re starting to take fire.:: ::We need people to cover us coming up,:: Sagan said. ::And to lay down suppressing fire on the first level. It"s open; that"s where they"re going to come through.:: ::On it,:: Roentgen said.
Sagan handed the heir to Pauling, unslung her equipment pack and pulled out a shoulder sling with a pouch sized to accommodate the heir. She stuffed the squalling heir into the pouch with some difficulty, secured it and placed the sling across her body with the strap over her right shoulder.
::I"m center line,:: Sagan said. ::Dirac, you"re left; Pauling, right. Einstein will cover us as we climb, and then you two cover her and the other two from the top as they get out. Clear?:: ::Clear,:: Jared and Pauling said.
::Reload my Empee and give it to Einstein,:: Sagan said to Jared. ::She won"t have time to reload.:: Jared cleared the magazine from Sagan"s Empee, reloaded it with one of his spares, and handed it to Einstein. She took it and nodded.
::We"re ready for you,:: Roentgen said from above. ::You better hurry.:: As they went to their lines they heard the sound of heavy Eneshan footfalls. Einstein began firing as they started to climb. At each of the next two levels Jared"s platoon mates were calmly waiting, sighted in on their sole entrances. Jared"s integration told him they were both scared s.h.i.tless and waiting for the shoe to drop.
From above Jared new firing began. The Eneshans had come through on the top level.
Sagan was weighed down by the heir but lacking her Empee or her equipment pack; on balace she was traveling light, and flew up her line, ahead of Jared and Pauling. The pair of bullets that st.i.tched across her shoulder hit her as she was within reach of the top, and grasping for the hand of Julian Lowell to pull her up. A third bullet slipped past Sagan"s shoulder and struck Lowell directly above his right eye, pa.s.sing through his brain before ricocheting off the inside of his skull and burying itself in his neck, severing his carotid in the process. Lowell"s head snapped back and then forward, his body slumping and falling forward into the hole. He collided with Sagan as he fell, tearing the final sc.r.a.p of fabric that kept intact the sling holding the heir. Sagan felt the tear and the sling falling away but was too occupied trying to keep herself from falling to do anything about it.
::Catch it,:: she said, and was grabbed by Alex Roentgen and pulled to safety.
Jared grabbed and missed; it was too far away. The sling rippled past Pauling, who s.n.a.t.c.hed it as it fell and then swung as it described an arc around her.
From below, Jared sensed a surprised shock of pain from Julie Einstein. Her Empee went silent. The rustling sound that followed was the sound of Eneshans climbing into the heirarch"s chambers.
Pauling looked up at Jared. ::Climb,:: she said.
Jared climbed without looking down. As he pa.s.sed the upper level of the palace he glimpsed the bodies of a score of dead Eneshans, and more live Eneshans behind them firing at Jared as he climbed, while Jared"s platoon mates fired back with bullets and grenades. Then he was beyond them, pulled up by an unseen platoon mate onto the roof of the palace. He turned back to see Sarah Pauling on her line, sling in hand, Eneshans below her aiming upward at her. Holding the sling, she could not climb.
Pauling looked at Jared, and smiled. ::Beloved,:: she said, and flung the sling to him as the first of the bullets struck her body. Jared reached as she danced on her line, moved by the force of the projectiles that overwhelmed the defenses of her unitard and tore into her legs, torso, back and skull. He caught the sling as she fell, and pulled it from the hole as she found its bottom. He felt the last second of her life and then it was gone.
He was screaming as they pulled him into the transport.
The Eneshan culture is both matriarchal and tribal, as befits a race whose far distant ancestors were hive-dwelling, insect-like creatures. The hierarch comes to power through the vote of the matriarchs of the major Eneshan tribes; this makes the process sound rather more civilized than it is, since the vote-gathering process can involve years of unspeakably violent civil war, as the tribes battle to make their own matriarch ascendant. To avoid ma.s.sive unrest at the end of every hierarch"s reign, once a hierarch is chosen the position becomes hereditary, and aggressively so: A hierarch must produce and and consecrate a viable heir within two Eneshan years of a.s.suming the mantle-thus a.s.suring an orderly transfer of power for the future-or have the hierarchical rule of her tribe end with her reign. consecrate a viable heir within two Eneshan years of a.s.suming the mantle-thus a.s.suring an orderly transfer of power for the future-or have the hierarchical rule of her tribe end with her reign.
Eneshan matriarchs, fed hormonally-dense royal jellies that produce sweeping changes in their bodies (another artifact of their ancestry), are fertile lifelong. The ability to produce an heir was rarely an issue. What would become an issue was from which tribe to choose the father. Matriarchs do not marry for love (strictly speaking, Eneshans don"t marry at all), so political considerations would now come into play. The tribes unable to achieve hierarchy now competed (on a much subtler and usually less violent level) to produce a consort, with the reward being social advantages for the tribe directly, and the ability to influence hierarchical policies as part of the "dowry" provided the consortial tribe. Hierarchs from newly-ascendent tribes traditionally took their consort either from their tribe"s greatest ally, as a reward for service, or from the tribe of their greatest enemy, if the hierarchical "vote" had been particularly messy and there was a perception that the entire Eneshan nation needed to be cobbled back together. Hierarchs from established lines, on the other hand, had far greater leeway in choosing their consorts.
Fhileb Ser was the sixth hierarch in the current Ser line (the tribe had held the hierarchy three times previous over the last several hundred Eneshan years). Upon ascending she chose her consort from the Hio tribe, a tribe whose expansionist colonial ambitions eventually led to the decision to ally in secret with the Rraey and the Obin, in order to attack human s.p.a.ce. For its primary role in the war, Enesha would come away with some of the Colonial Union"s prime real estate, including the Colonial Union home planet of Phoenix. The Rraey would come away with somewhat fewer planets but would get Coral, the planet that was the site of their recent humiliation by the Colonial Union.
The Obin, cryptic to the last, offered to contribute forces only slightly less expansive than the Eneshans but asked only for a single planet: the overpopulated and resource-stripped Earth, which was in such apparent poor repair that the Colonial Union had it under quarantine. Both the Eneshans and the Rraey were happy to cede the planet.
Hierarchical policy, prompted by the Hio, inclined the Enesha to plan a war with the humans. But although united by hierarchical rule, each Eneshan tribe kept its own counsel. At least one tribe, the Geln, strongly opposed attacking the Colonial Union, since humans were reasonably strong, distressingly tenacious and not especially principled when they felt threatened. The Geln felt that the Rraey would have been a far better target, given that race"s long-standing enmity with the Eneshans and its weak military state after being crushed by the humans at Coral.
Hierarch Fhileb Ser chose to ignore the Gelns" counsel in this matter, but, noting the tribe"s apparent fondness for humanity, selected one of the Gelns" tribal counselors, Hu Geln, as Enesha"s amba.s.sador to the Colonial Union. Hu Geln, recently recalled to Enesha to witness the Consecration of the Heir and to celebrate Chafalan with the hierarch. Hu Geln, who was with the hierarch when the 2nd Platoon attacked, and who was with her now, in hiding, as she was hailed by the humans who had murdered her consort and stolen her heir.
::They"ve stopped firing at us,:: Alex Roentgen said. ::Looks like they"ve figured out we have the heir.:: ::Good,:: Sagan said. Pauling and Einstein were dead but she had other soldiers stuck in the palace and she wanted to get them out. She signaled them to make their way to the transport. She winced as Daniel Harvey tended to her shoulder; her unitard blocked the first hit completely but the second managed to get through and did some real damage. For now, her right arm was entirely useless. She motioned with her left hand to the small gurney in the middle of the transport, where the wriggling form of Vyut Ser, heir to the hierarch, lay securely strapped in. The heir no longer screamed but mewled, her fear tempered by exhaustion.
::Someone needs to give her the shot,:: Sagan said.
::I"ll do it,:: Jared said, stood before anyone else could volunteer, and retrieved the long needle stored in a medical kit below Sagan"s transport seat. He turned and stood over Vyut Ser, hating the thing. An overlay popped into his vision, via his BrainPal, showing him where to insert the needle and how far to push into the heir"s guts to deliver what was inside the syringe.
Jared jabbed the needle savagely into Vyut Ser, who screamed horribly at the invasion of the cold metal. Jared pressed the b.u.t.ton on the syringe that shot half the contents into one of the heir"s two immature reproductive sacs. Jared extracted the needle and plunged it into Vyut Ser"s second reproductive sac, emptying the syringe. Inside the sacs nan.o.bots coated the interior walls and then burned, searing the tissues dead, rendering their owner irreversibly sterile.
Vyut Ser wailed in confusion and pain.
::I"ve got the hierarch on the line,:: Roentgen said. ::Audio and video.:: ::Pipe her into the general feed,:: Sagan said. ::And Alex, stand by the gurney. You get to be the camera.:: Roentgen nodded and stood in front the gurney, fixing on Sagan and allowing the audio and visual feeds to his BrainPal from his ears and eyes to serve as microphone and camera.
::Piping in now,:: Roentgen said. In Jared"s field of vision-and in the field of vision of everyone in the transport-the Hierarch of Enesha appeared. Even without knowing the map of Eneshan expressions, it was clear the hierarch was incandescent with rage.
"You f.u.c.king piece of human s.h.i.t," the hierarch said (or the translation said, eschewing a literal translation for something that expressed the intent behind the words). "You have thirty seconds to give me my daughter or I will declare war on every last one of your worlds. I swear to you I will reduce them to rubble."
"Shut up," Sagan said, the translation coming from her belt speaker.
From the other end of the line came multiple loud clacks, indicating absolute shock from the hierarch"s court. It was simply inconceivable someone would speak to her that way.
"I beg your pardon," the hierarch said, eventually, shocked herself.
"I said, "shut up,"" Sagan said. "If you are smart you will listen to what I have to say to you and spare both our peoples needless suffering. Hierarch, you won"t declare war on the Colonial Union here because you"ve already declared war on us. You, the Rraey and the Obin."
"I don"t have the slightest-" the heirarch began.
"Lie to me again and I"ll cut off your daughter"s head," Sagan said.
More clacks. The hierarch shut up.
"Now," Sagan said. "Are you at war with the Colonial Union?"
"Yes," the hierarch said, after a long moment. "Or will be, presently."
"I think not," Sagan said.
"Who are are you?" the hierarch said. "Where is Amba.s.sador Hartling? Why I am negotiating with someone who is threatening to kill my child?" you?" the hierarch said. "Where is Amba.s.sador Hartling? Why I am negotiating with someone who is threatening to kill my child?"
"I imagine Amba.s.sador Hartling is in her office right now, trying to figure out what"s going on," Sagan said. "As you did not feel the need to enlighten her concerning your military plans, neither did we. You are negotiating with the person who has threatened to kill your child because you have threatened to kill our our children, Hierarch. And you are negotiating with me because at the moment I am the negotiator you deserve. And you can be a.s.sured on this matter you will not be able to negotiate with the Colonial Union again." children, Hierarch. And you are negotiating with me because at the moment I am the negotiator you deserve. And you can be a.s.sured on this matter you will not be able to negotiate with the Colonial Union again."
The hierarch fell silent again. "Show me my daughter," she said, when she spoke again.
Sagan nodded to Roentgen, who turned and showed Vyut Ser, who had once again downshifted into whimpering. Jared saw the reaction of the hierarch, who was reduced from the leader of a world to merely a mother, feeling the pain and fear of her own child.
"What are your demands?" the hierarch said, simply.
"Call off your war," Sagan said.
"There are two other parties," the hierarch said. "If we back out they will want to know why."
"Then continue preparing for war," Sagan said. "And then attack one of your allies instead. I would suggest the Rraey. They are weak, and you could take them by surprise."
"And what of the Obin?" the hierarch said.
"We"ll deal with the Obin," Sagan said.
"Will you, now," the hierarch said, clearly skeptical.
"Yes," Sagan said.
"Are you suggesting we can simply hide what happened here tonight?" the hierarch said. "The beams you used to destroy my palace could be seen for a hundred miles."
"Don"t hide it, investigate it," Sagan said. "The Colonial Union will gladly help our Eneshan friends in their investigation. And when it"s discovered the Rraey are behind it, you"ll have your rationale for war."
"Your other demands," the hierarch said.
"There is a human, named Charles Boutin," Sagan said. "We know he"s helping you. We want him."
"We don"t have him," the hierarch said. "The Obin do. You can ask them for him, for all I care. Your other demands."
"We want a.s.surances that you will call off your war," Sagan said.
"You want a treaty?" the hierarch asked.
"No," Sagan said. "We want a new consort. One of our choosing."
This generated the loudest clack of all from the court.
"You murder murder my consort, and then you my consort, and then you demand demand to pick the next one?" the hierarch said. to pick the next one?" the hierarch said.