ships have gotten into the area and back, but I bet it's precious few."
"Enough to prove it's possible," Tolwyn interjected. "But you are not
going in to Kilrah, you're going to circle the edge of the Empire out to the
far side and head into Hari territory."
"You didn't say we, you said you," Jason replied, looking over at
Tolwyn.
"I'm taking the jump-capable Sabre on this ship back to Landreich in an
hour," Tolwyn said
"Hell, that's at least a seven day run, it'll be a nightmare in a ship
that small. It doesn't even have ahead on board."
"Well, if you don't mind, I'm taking Kevin along to keep me company.
It'll be a chance for us to catch up on family matters. We'll just have to
make do and rough it a bit. One of us can sleep in the tail gunner's slot
while the other flies."
Jason smiled, glad at least for once that Tolwyn was dropping the stiff
upper lip routine and allowing himself to show some open attachment to his
nephew.
"I'm putting you in command of this fleet Paladin is being sent out in
Bannockburn within the hour, doing forward recon and moving ahead of you.
His orders are to go straight into Hari territory, to track down their burst
signal, monitor it, and if possible close in for a visual check on its
location.
"I'm ordering you to go cautiously, feel your way out around the edge
of the Empire but don't go beyond extreme burst signal range to a relay
drone that I'll make sure is deployed here," and he pointed to a map, which
he quickly pulled up on a screen, showing a position four jump points inside
of the Empire. "If something should come up, either with you or back home,
we don't want you out of touch. I need to go back, some things have come up
I've got to attend to and Vance has a little assignment for me."
Vance nodded and pointed back to the screen.
"There's several standard code words imbedded in these signals that
we've seen before. They're just like Kilrathi general fleet communications
during the war, daily updates on the various fronts that fleet commanders
had to be made aware of. I suspect this word СNak'tara' that keeps coming up
refers to a possible target of interest to those furballs. We're going to
try an old trick to see if we can smoke them out. Geoff here has to take the
message back personally. It's something I would never trust to a burst
signal Сcause it could tip off this whole operation. I don't even want it in
writing. It goes out in his head, and he can see to it along with his other
business."
Jason looked over at the screen. This system was literally receiving
and analyzing hundreds of millions of words, millions of conversations in
Kilrathi, all its various dialects, and coded talk, hundreds of hours of
video, and thousands of holo images every day. It was analyzing it, and
boiling it down for info, and now because of a six percent translation of a
half heard signal, he was being asked to jump Tarawa to the far side of the
Empire. He had wandered into a shadow world of a quasi war which was beyond
his ability to really understand. Either they were on to something, or they
were all definitely nuts and he tended to think it was the latter.
Baron Jukaga smiled as he read the report. It seemed that both the
Emperor and his son were to take the Imperial cruiser out to Largkza, the
second moon of Kilrah to attend the yearly ritual of Pukcal, the day of
atonement at the famed temple to Sivar located on that planet.
That the two would travel together was interesting in the extreme, a
rare breach of security in allowing both the Emperor and the heir to travel
aboard the same ship.
It was an opportunity he had to take though the thought chilled him. It
was, after all, the greatest sin possible, one even beyond the imagining of
nearly all of his race, to strike down a liege lord in secret without direct
and open challenge. It was impossible, for to do so was seen as being
beneath the contempt of the gods, and beyond that, would usually solve
nothing for without challenge, one could not take the place of the rival
destroyed.
And yet I would succeed to the throne in the end, he realized. And as
for the sin of it, he thought, I do not believe in the gods, so it does not
matter. Even as he thought that heresy, however, he still felt chilled by
it. He found it interesting that some humans could believe thus, and
therefore deny any ultimate reason for existence, but for one who knew the
hierarchy of the hrai, the clan, and the Empire with the godlike Emperor
above all, it was impossible to contemplate. For was it not evident that in
the hierarchy of the living there was also a hierarchy in the universe with
the gods above the Emperor so that even in death one would sit with his hrai
in paradise?
He knew that here again his study of humans had triggered this line of
thinking which had taught him just how easy it was to gain power if one was
willing to seize it; for after all did not a prince of ability have to reach
for power for the benefit of his state?
He would do it, he had to. He looked again at the report. He would have
to find a means of placing a small device on the cruiser, no easy task. He
realized now that he was committed, and the thought brought him some comfort
as he spun out his plan.
"You know, laddie, I think I'm getting a bit too old for this sort of
thing."
Ian shook his head and said nothing, waiting for the jump transit to
hit. Space forward blurred and then snapped back into focus, his stomach
dropping, flipping over, and nearly coming up his throat. Ian scanned the
nav screen, waiting for the locks to set in on the various stars to confirm
that they had jumped into the system they wanted. Anomalies in jumps were
not uncommon even in the heavily traveled lanes in the heart of the
Confederation. In the barely charted jump points beyond the outer border of
the Kilrathi Empire it vas almost a guess at times where the next jump would
lead
Paladin leaned over Ian's shoulder to watch, the seconds ticking by,
finally a confirm light flashed on the screen and both breathed a sigh of
relief.
"At least according to what our charts tell us, we're in the right
place," Paladin said. "It's a bit hard to tell though. Hell, laddie, we're
going down one narrow little road here, we might have passed hundreds of
other jump points in between and not even known it. The last time I did this
I had to feel my way blind through it all.
"I can tell you this, though, I think we've definitely gone a good bit
into Hari territory, and Kilrah is somewhere off there," and he waved his
hand vaguely off towards the port side of his ship, "roughly three hundred
odd light years away. Where we're heading towards, that signal is sort of
this way," and he vaguely waved his hand straight ahead, a gesture which Ian
found to be strange and somewhat amusing.
"In the olden days they used to draw places on the map and say, here
be'eth dragons," and Paladin chuckled.
"It's a long way back home," Ian said quietly.
"Aye," Paladin said quietly turning in his swivel chair to scan his
surveillance instruments.
"Oh, we've got a little company way out here," he announced and pointed
to the screen. "Ionization wake coming through here, heading straight for
what I think's the next jump point."
"How old?"
"Not very, hard to tell, sir, maybe ten hours."
"Could he have spotted us on the other side and jumped out?"
Paladin sat quietly for a minute thinking that question over yet again.
One of the problems with this cat Stealth machinery was the simple fact they
were not even sure if it was really working right anymore. At least when
Tarawa was alongside they could get a very quick and easy read. They hadn't
seen Tarawa in ten days; it was now a good eight jump points behind them,
holding itself at extreme burst signal range back to the edge of the
frontier in case it had to get an emergency signal out.
He had figured out by now that the Stealth gear was to be used for only
short periods of time, and the drain it made on ship's energy was
tremendous. So they had finally agreed to use it only at the moment of jump,
and then when the coast was clear to come out of it and recharge their power
by running with full scoops open. There was the other simple question as
well. The Stealth might work against Confederation ships, but no one had yet
to figure out if the Cats had a simple way of detecting it themselves.
"Hard to tell, he could even be hiding somewhere in this blasted system
and we don't have time to check it all."
Ian looked over at the chart which showed a dozen planets in orbit
around the red giant star of this sector. Information beyond that was
nonexistent, nothing on any of the planets, resources, whether they were
even inhabited or not Paladin pursed his lips for a moment and then sighed.
"Well, laddie, let's power her up, get our tanks full, then close
scoops and run to the next jump somewhat straight ahead. It'll take some
time, we'll have to sniff it down."
Ian nodded, taking the helm, turning Bannockburn and headed towards
where they hoped the next jump point was located. It was tedious work,
jumping through, snooping on passive listening, and then hunting up the next
jump point and moving forward again.
The engines of Bannockburn powered up and hours later it was far across
the system, zeroing in on the next jump point. Long after their passage,
what appeared to be nothing more than a small boulder, floating through the
darkness a million kilometers from the jump point, shed its exterior. The
Kilrathi light picket ship turned and accelerated away towards another jump
point.
"I think he is planning to assassinate me," the Emperor said
Prince Thrakhath was surprised by just how casual his grandfather was,
as if discussing plans for yet another boring court ritual.
His choice of the word assassinate was interesting as well. In the
language of Kilrah there was no such term, the word having filtered into the
language from the Hari during the war of three eight-of-eights years past.
For the Hari such disgusting practices appeared to have been their means of
selecting who would rule, a chaotic and degrading system that left them ripe
for conquest
"What purpose would it serve?" Thrakhath asked. "After all, I would
then rise to power," and even as he spoke the words he felt foolish,
realizing that if Jukaga were planning to kill his grandfather, he would be
killed as well.
He fell silent for a moment, lowering his head to lap up a gulp of
wine.
"We can't simply denounce him," the Emperor said. "The evidence is far
too flimsy, a mere hint, an inquiry as to who would be on the security
detail guarding our cruiser the night before we leave for the Pukcal, but it
fits him and what he has become."
Prince Thrakhath nodded in agreement. There was no denying that Jukaga
was far too right in many of his criticisms of how the war had been run. He
alone, out of nearly all the Kilrathi, had taken the time and effort to
truly study the humans. It was, after all, his assignment as head of spying
to learn the secrets of the enemy and how they thought.
That fact in and of itself had been troubling. In the past victory had
come so quickly and with such assurance that there was little or no need to
study the enemy; they were merely prey to be hunted down and exterminated.
The Mantu did not count; their onslaught had come suddenly and with near
overwhelming power, and then they had simply disappeared back into the void,
apparently threatened by another unknown race. The human war, however, had
dragged on for years. The exposure to them had been constant, even to the
point of having a city's worth of human slaves right here in Kilrah, some of
them even laboring in the subterranean caverns below the palace. Such
contact had to, in the end, bring about changes. Jukaga had embraced them in
order to understand and thus defeat them. It had thus introduced to him
other ways of thinking as well.
But to assassinate? The mere thought of the alien word was repulsive,
it was killing without any honor, without challenge. It was done in the
dark, without any hope of then picking up the fallen sword of the slain in
order to take his mantle of power and honor.
"If we both were killed," Thrakhath said, "there is no direct heir. In
the chaos that followed, as head of his hrai, he would be in position to
take the throne himself by playing off one faction against the other,
something which he is a master at."
He said the words softly. The shame of even thinking it was hard to
bear. There was no denying the horrifying fact that the seed of his family
was weakening. His grandfather had sired many litters, most of them born
dead, with but two sons surviving. His father had actually been executed by
direct order of the Emperor, his uncle killed in the first days of the war.
He was now the only heir, and not one son had been born to him, a
sickly daughter his only surviving offspring from a single litter, and that
from a lowly concubine of the second order. It was a humiliation almost
beyond bearing. He should have sired dozens of offspring by now. He felt a
deep and lasting shame. War was the only outlet left to him to vent his rage
over his failure on the mating couch.
There were a number of cousins descending from his grandfather's
sister, so many that the chance of blood feud and civil war was the most
likely result. Is that what Jukaga wanted, a civil war? He thought of his
cousins. It would be easy enough to trigger a dynastic struggle with them,
and Jukaga could weave his way through the alliances, weakening the family
until finally it would be his own hrai that would be the strongest and could
then finish them off. It would be a civil war unlike any fought since they
had first ventured off their home world over eight eight-of-eights ago.
It was a dreadful thought. He had always assumed that in the passage of
years he would either sire a son to succeed him, or, when he was old, he
would choose a cousin to sit upon the golden throne. His choice would then
ritually kill him and thus take the sword and throne by right of blood.
"We cannot kill him," the Emperor said, "not now. There is first of all
the simple fact that his plan for the war has so far indeed worked,
degrading as it is. The humans have been placed off guard, our shortage of
transports is being rectified, and the new fleet is moving towards
completion. If we ordered his death it would upset that plan, and beyond
that, appear to be an act of jealousy. The other hrai leaders forced his
return and the killing of him out of hand would bring their wrath down upon
us. There is no denying the fact that, like it or not, his plan pulled us
out of a difficult impasse."
Thrakhath nodded in agreement.
"And the onus of such an act we can place upon his shoulders,"
Thrakhath replied with a smile.
"There is the other fact as well," the Emperor continued. "He heads the
operation of our spies. He knows perhaps even more than I do. His operatives
are everywhere. Any attempt to take him would be known long before we were
ready to strike."
The Emperor stood up and went over to stare at a tapestry hanging
behind the throne, which showed an ancient hunt scene, all the time making
sure to stay within the stasis field that blocked all detection devices.
Thrakhath looked back at the Emperor, who looked at him sharply.
"Could your fleet take the humans now?" he asked.
"It is not certain. Four carriers are now ready, the fifth in two
eights of days."
"Could you win?"
All the variables, all the calculations said that a swift attack with
five new carriers would succeed, though there was a slim chance that the
losses would be heavy.
"Remember, the humans have weakened themselves," the Emperor said, "and
our traitor in their ranks keeps us informed."
Thrakhath nodded. He did not want to take any risks and then he
wondered if this peace had made him weak as well. War was risk, that was the
thrill of it.
"We can take them with five carriers, my lord. However, we would have
to strike with full and overwhelming surprise. Any warning before we cross
the frontier could give them time to prepare a defense."
"Then be sure that this unconfirmed report of their having a spy ship
in our space is acted upon at once. They are not to get through or see
anything, that is still crucial."
Thrakhath nodded in agreement.
"If he makes this attempt and we survive, politically it would still
make us look weak, having first agreed to this disgusting peace and then
suffering the indignity of having someone attempt to strike us."
"Then kill him now and be done with it," Thrakhath snarled.
"No. We would never have the evidence we need, he is too cunning for
that. Let him make his strike, but then let us shift the blame on to the
humans. It will serve a two fold purpose of discrediting his peace effort
and help to enrage our own against both him and the humans. I think it is
time as well to have a talk with our ambassador in their camp. He has waited
too long for his revenge, let him have it.
The radar burst pinged across the screen and Jason sat silent,
watching, looking over at his counter electronics officer. She was hunched
over her own screen staring at it as if mesmerized. The young woman, she
could not have been more than twenty, punched an order into a flat touch
screen, absently reaching up occasionally to push an unruly wisp of red hair
from her freckled forehead. He felt as if she was not much beyond being a
very young child, and the thought struck him as almost funny. He was, after
all, only twenty-seven, the youngest carrier commander in the fleet. In any
other type of life the woman would have been very dateable. Out here, in
this situation, the difference seven additional years of war added was a
chasm almost too deep to comprehend. Another ping washed over the screen.
"They're close, they're very close," Vance whispered.
Jason felt that if he went to a topside view port he could almost see
the Kilrathi scout ship. A hundred thousand clicks was damn near next door
in space.
"Still an unfocused radar sweep," the electronics officer announced.
Another ping hit
"Doppler shifting away, he's moving past us, sir."
Jason let out a sigh of relief.
"Keep secure for silent running," Jason announced and he left the
bridge, followed by Vance.
"I thought you were crazy to land like this," Vance said and Jason
looked over at him and smiled weakly.
"Maybe I am."
The move was unorthodox in the extreme. Less than twelve hours ago
Vance's team had picked up a series of orders shifting more than a hundred
scout and recon ships into the sector they were now occupying and to cover
all the surrounding jump points. Apparently something had tipped the
Kilrathi off to their presence. His first thought was to run and hide inside
the atmosphere of a gas giant but there were none to be found within the
system. There was, however, a green housed world cloaked in heavy clouds,
its surface boiling hot and scored by deep canyons. Placing two light
carriers down on the surface under the lip of an overhanging cliff had been
tricky. If discovered they would be near defenseless. A light fighter armed
with just a couple of antimatter warheads would make short work of them if
they were caught and unable to lift off in time.
So far the subterfuge had worked, and with the planet's extremely slow
rotational period, Vance had been able to keep a watch on but signals from
the direction of Kilrah, now three hundred and eighty light years away.
However, the Hari system was blocked by the bulk of the planet.
The only problem was that the scout ships simply refused to leave and
had thus kept them pinned for three days, out of touch with Paladin,
wherever he might now be.
"Here we go, laddie, jump in ten seconds."
Paladin cinched up his safety harness and waited. He spared a quick
glance over at Ian who sat placidly next to him.
This next jump was totally blind, leaping into a jump point without any
idea where they were going. The last three jumps had taken them further than
any human had ever ventured before, far beyond the outer run of the Kilrathi
Empire and into the completely uncharted realm of the long dead Hari. The
burst signal they were tracking down had fired off again only six hours ago
and was very close, in a star system less than eight light years away. They
had slipped through the sector using the Stealth, though it appeared as if
one of the dozen picket ships they had passed had at least gotten a
temporary lock on them. In a couple of seconds he would know if this jump
would take them to their goal.
The jump transit hit, blurring vision. The stars ahead disappeared.
Paladin swallowed hard and waited. Maybe I'm getting too old for these sorts
of games, he thought. Twenty years of fighting is pressing the edge of the
envelope just a little too much. He pushed the thought aside, no sense
dwelling on it. Besides, what the hell would I do with myself to kill the
boredom?
A new starfield snapped into focus and at the same instant the radar
detection alarm started to shriek its warning.
He leaned over in his chair, punching the alarm off and turned to look
at the readout screen.
"Well, lad, we're being tracked," he announced, trying to keep the fear
from his voice. It always amazed him how all the others looked to him as
someone with ice water in his veins. If only they really knew just how
gut-wrenching the fear could really be.
He watched his screen as optical mounts turned, tracking down the
incoming paths of the radar, passively searching out the darkness for the
enemy.
"Got one sighted, make that two, now three, the closest standing at
thirty eight thousand clicks, a light corvette."
Another high energy radar burst snapped on them, this one a narrow
focus beam. It could only mean that the Cats were on to him.
He spared a quick look up at the unknown system they had just entered.
The jump point was fairly close into the systems sun, a standard class M. He
continued the optical sweep. He'd have a good five minutes before the
corvette would start to close. Now that they'd been found out, they could at
least do a quick scan before jumping back out and shaking off the pursuit in
the system which they had just jumped from.
"Getting an awful lot of sublight radio traffic in this sector," Ian
announced. trying to get an optical lock on the signals."
Ian, working the long range optical scanners, stayed hunched over his
screen. A full radar sweep would have been better, but they would be long
gone before the first returns even started to bounce back. The use of the
narrow band translight pulse was out of the question. They'd have to drop
completely out of Stealth and it'd reveal their true mission to the picket
ships.
"Paladin, switch to my screen," Ian whispered, his voice suddenly high
and tense.
Paladin switched into the long range optical scan, his eyes straining
as Ian spun the optics up to their highest magnification, which could pick
up an object the size of a one pound coin from two hundred thousand clicks
out.
"My lord," Paladin gasped, "hit the holo recorder switch."
"Already running," Ian replied.
Paladin stared at the screen in disbelief when Ian punched in a
computer enhancement with scale gradients superimposed over the image. They
were looking at a ship that was at least fifteen hundred meters in length.
Several seconds later the computer, now armed with more information, cleared
the first image from the screen and replaced it with a higher resolution
enhancement, with the beginning of an analysis of what they were looking at.
"Fifteen hundred and eighty meters, estimated half a million ton bulk
weight," Paladin whispered. "Range 102 million clicks, orbiting the only
planet in the system.
"Dozens of ships orbiting that planet," Ian announced, "coming up now
on second screen."
Paladin spared a quick glance over to the secondary images forming,
three more ships like the first one, half a dozen more apparently still
under construction, a dozen cruiser type vessels that were bigger than the
old Concordia Ч battleships he could only guess would be the word for them,
drawing the term out of ancient nautical history. Part of the screen was
tallying off a count of transports, more than a hundred of them either
docked into what appeared to be an orbital construction yard that filled
half a dozen cubic kilometers of space, or hovering around it
The alarm went off again, warbling with a high insistent tone and
Paladin turned to look back at his tactical.
We've got company, laddies. Looks like two Stealths just jumped in
behind us. Prepare for evasive!"
"We'll lose the visual lock, Ian shouted. "I don't have a full read on
it yet."
Paladin weighed the variables and in less than half a dozen seconds
from the sounding of the second alarm he came to his decision. Turning back
to his main screen he cleared it of the optical and punched in the order for
a translight beam sweep, dropping his ship out of Stealth mode. The pulse
went out, even as he swung his ship hard over into an evasive. The first
Stealth already had a lock on him and dropped a missile which he assumed was
one of the new and more deadly IFFs. Before the missile was even clearly
away Paladin popped a scrambler, a decoy pulsing with a standard Confed IFF
code and capable of reflecting back a radar image of a fleet light corvette,
a counter he had rigged up based upon Ian's unpleasant experience.
Ian looked over at him in surprise and grinned, as the transponder
snapped to life. It was a clear give away as to who they really were along
with the translight pulse sweep. Seconds later the data came sweeping back
in with a high resolution read of the enemy fleet. The first missile at the
same time streaked into the decoy and detonated. Two more missiles swept out
from the Stealths which were turning to follow Bannockburn in its evasive
and Paladin punched out another decoy while at the same time launching half
a dozen dumb fire flechette bolts from his rear tubes that would fill space
behind him with thousands of nail-sized shot that could rip a fighter to
shreds if it got caught in the spread.
Even as he piloted the ship he watched the other screen. A green flash
indicated that the pulse had been successfully read and stored by the ship's
computer.
"Check it!" Paladin shouted.
"We've got good data," Ian replied.
"Load it along with the optical read and our coordinates into a burst
signal, aim it back towards Tarawa."
"Loaded!"
Paladin toggled a switch into the burst signal line.
"Green one, green one, this is green two, am under attack, cover blown,
repeat cover blown, get the hell out and back to the barn."
He hit the burst signal button and the light; in the cabin momentarily
dimmed as nearly all the ship's energy was diverted to powering out the
signal across the hundreds of light years of space back to Tarawa.
At least they'd have the information even if they bought it. He
realized that in the scheme of things his job was done, he had uncovered the
suspected fleet. Within minutes Tarawa would have the information and it'd
blow the lid right off the armistice when it came out that the Kilrathi were
building the ships in clear violation of the terms. The political
ramifications would be explosive, he realized. At the very least Rodham's
government would fall. It'd also mean that the war would be back on. He
thought again of what he'd just uncovered and the images still locked on the
secondary screen chilled him. The carriers were more than twice as big as
anything now in the fleet. Even if every ship was still active and on line
the new Kilrathi ships had the power to do anything in space.
The Cats undoubtedly knew that their cover had just been blown. The
only hope was to fully remobilize before the ships already completed could
be moved up into action and meet them on the frontier. If they gained
confederation space with our defenses down it was over.
The two missiles hit the second decoy and detonated. The Stealths
dropped out of masking and came to full visual, transferring their energy to
neutron guns and laser. A shot lanced into the portside stabilizer of
Bannockburn and Paladin pulled hard to starboard, lining up a deflection
shot on one of his tormentors. He flared off half a dozen more flechette
rounds, followed by two dumb fired bolts. The flechette rounds broke open,
each deploying a spread of sixty thousand nail-sized shot across a hundred
meter wide piece of space. The wave slammed into the Stealth, shredding it
to ribbons and the ship silently detonated.
The picket ships were already racing in to join the fray, their speed
well up past a thousand clicks a second with maneuvering scoops fully
closed.
"Turning in on jump point. Get ready for uncalibrated jump in fifteen
seconds!" Paladin shouted.
Another laser burst hit Bannockburn dead astern, overloading the
shields, cutting into the Y-axis maneuvering thrusters, and Paladin cursed
as he purged the thrusters fuel lines before they detonated.
He spared a quick thought for the message he sent out, hoping that
Tarawa was at least still alive to get it, otherwise this whole damn thing
was for naught. "How the hell did I ever get into this business?" he shouted
even as the jump transit hit.
"We've got it"
Jason looked up at Vance who had not even bothered to knock before
bursting into his cabin. The normally unflappable director of intelligence
seemed almost giddy with excitement.
"Got what?"
"The signal damn it, the signal. Come on, I'll show you."
Jason followed Vance back down the corridor into the fighter bay. He
had a flash memory of the same corridor, running towards the bridge when it
was hit by the Kilrathi suicide pilot, killing O'Brian, the first captain of
the Tarawa, the corridor decompressing when the hull was shattered
They reached the end of the corridor, the two security guards still
requiring that even Vance show ID and undergo a corona laser scan. It struck
him as a bit absurd, here they were hiding on a planet's surface, no one
could possibly sneak aboard to impersonate Vance, and the man had come down
the corridor only a minute before. But he knew that security above all else
required no relaxation.
He showed his ID as well and leaned into the corona scanner.
The guards opened the doorway into the bay and saluted, the door
slamming shut behind them.
The D-5 team was gathered in a knot around what was Vance's cubicle,
and to Jason's surprise he saw bottles of champagne being passed around. He
was about to raise an objection to such an open violation of fleet
regulations but then realized that fleet regs no longer applied, since
officially they were not part of the fleet, and in fact officially did not
even exist. Intel people had always struck him as a little strange and he
realized that perhaps they needed to blow off steam like this otherwise they
would have cracked under the pressure long ago. They were no different than
pilots in that respect.
The crowd parted for Vance, patting him on the back.
"Good job, people, now let's finish our party and get back to work,
there's a hell of a lot to be done before this mission is finished"
The crowd seemed to immediately sober up and drifted away back to their
stations.
"Here's what all the excitement is about. I thought you should know in
case anything happened."
"Anything happened?"
"We could take a hit to this bay and our entire team gets wiped out. I
want someone off this deck to know what we've just found out I want you to
remember the message but you are to immediately, and forever, forget how we
found out"
Jason nodded in agreement
Vance pointed to a two dimensional screen. On the right side was what
Jason assumed was phonetically translated Kilrathi, on the left long series
of white blocks, and occasional words in English which were partial
translations of the message.
"When Geoff left he went back amongst other reasons, to have ConFleet
send out a false message which stated that our primary matter-antimatter
assembly plant on the moon had been destroyed due to an accidental
detonation. As a result no new weapons would be delivered for several
months. The message of course was a complete fabrication.
An hour ago we picked up this message from Kilrah to their Hari base
and cracked part of it."
Jason leaned over to look at the screen.
Most of the message was untranslated but one line highlighted in red
leaped out at him . . . "Remove target 2778A on moon of nak'tara from
primary strike list Accident has destroyed target, . . ." there were several
lines untranslated . . . "shortage in antimatter weapons produced from 2778A
expected, will update."
Jason looked back up at Vance.
"They took the bait. We broadcast the false message on a code we knew
they had already cracked. Their listening post, most likely right in their
embassy office picked it up and passed it back to Kilrah. Nak'tara means
Earth. It means that whatever it is they're preparing out there in Hari is
being aimed for an attack straight at Earth. Damn it, the bastards are
getting ready to strike."
Jason leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes for a moment. He
could understand the elation of Vance's crew. Their job was to get
information and they had just pulled out a gold nugget of information unlike
anything found in years. They had reason to celebrate. But it meant as well
that the armistice was nothing more than a sham. Though he had assumed it to
be so from the beginning, there had always been a small part of him that had
hoped against hope that maybe the peace was real after all. This was a dark
proof that shattered the dream.
Damn all of them, the Kilrathi, the political leaders back home that
had led them into this fix, damn all of them.
"Think we should lift off and get the hell out of here?" Jason asked.
"We could punch our way through the picket screen.
Vance shook his head.
"And bring back what? One partially decoded message as proof. The peace
party crowd would say it was cooked up to restart the war. A lone burst
signal does not an ironclad case make."
"They could be moving at any time now. We should be alerting ConFleet,
they'll believe us."
"Son, ConFleet will believe us, but they're the only ones. You've got
to remember this as well. We don't exist as far as the government is
concerned. There aren't more than half a dozen people off this ship who even
know we're out here. How do you think it'd be presented if we go rushing
back home and stand up to announce that we parked this ship clear on the
other side of the Empire in clear violation of the armistice? The real truth
of what we found would be lost in the screaming and protests not only from
the Kilrathi but from some of our own people as well. It'd also blow the
cover on this D-5 system. That's one of the problems with intelligence. If
we make public what we've found, the Kilrathi will figure out just how
capable our surveillance is and change their procedures and it might be
years before we can break it back down again."
Jason nodded. They'd need something hard, clearly recorded visuals, and
even then some people would claim it was a fake out. Hell, the Kilrathi
would most likely have to start kicking down the front door before anyone
would act.
"So we just sit here and wait."
"Too bad this planet screens us from your friend Paladin. Maybe he
might have something by now," Vance replied. "Hell, we're stuck here, unable
to move and one ship out to scout. I doubt if he's even got within a hundred
light years of their base."
* * * * *
Standing up to stretch, Prince Thrakhath growled softly as he continued
to look at the screen which showed the latest intelligence report.
The intelligence report from Jukaga matched that of what his own
military chain of command had stated. Jukaga most likely knew that Thrakhath
had his own lines of communications, and since the incident took place
within a military command district he would find out about it almost
immediately.
Someone, almost undoubtedly from the Confederation, had penetrated
right into the very system where the new fleet was being constructed. The
translight radar sweep could only have been done by a very well outfitted
spy ship, as no smuggler could afford to carry such equipment. Beyond that,
the ship had been using Stealth masking. The fact that the humans had either
learned the secret of Stealthing or captured such equipment was stunning.
They were on to something. The question now was whether the information had
gotten back to the Confederation and their fleet command. No burst signal
could possibly cross such a distance. The spy ship had sent out three burst
signals so far, all of them aimed towards the Paghk System, where a
suspected ship was still being hunted. But no burst signal had come from
that system to relay the message on.
No, Confleet did not yet know.
He turned to a holo projection, ordering up a map of the Paghk system,
and then ordered a projection of jump lines and systems back to where the
spy ship had been sighted. Next he ordered in a display of where the spy was
now located, the position of ships in pursuit and where nearby ships might
be located to move in to aid the chase. Finally he ordered a projection of
jump lines from the Paghk system back towards the Confederation ship.
The holo field was a maze of blue lines, blinking lights representing
ships, and steady yellow lights representing the array of stars which were
terminus points for the jump lines.
He studied it intently, shifting, moving in the focus, calling up more
data, formulating plans, then shifting the field yet again to examine
another part, a side screen scrolling out data on the various ships
available.
Yet this was no simple intercept operation. There was a political
consideration as well, involving Jukaga, and just what he might be doing in
regards to this new situation. As he studied the holo projection Thrakhath
developed his plan.
He was interrupted by a paging call. It was the Emperor on an open
line.
"It is time that we leave for the ceremony," the Emperor said and then
clicked off.
"We've picked up a threefold increase in signal traffic within the last
six hours, chief."
Vance nodded wearily, looking through the report handed to him by one
of his assistants. He was exhausted. Against all rules of proper procedure,
he had put his people on eight hour on, four hour off duty shifts. He knew
exhaustion was cutting into their performance, that it'd be best to give
everybody a day off to unwind, but it was getting too hot. Earlier in the
day they had made a quantum jump in cracking Fleet Code A, bringing the
translations up to nearly sixty percent. It was increasingly revealing the
full extent of the conspiracy, ranging from continual updates of military
actives and deployments around Earth, but also a thousand other details down
to spare part requests, and shipping orders for the transport fleet that was
slipping deep out into Hari space, hauling the millions of tons of supplies
needed to build a new fleet from scratch. A signal earlier in the day
reported the transfer of more than a thousand pilots, their plane
maintenance crews and the fighter craft off of carriers in drydock, and thus
supposedly deactivated to the reserves, to the new fleet.
Something was definitely up. The Kilrathi were acting, but on what, and
for what reason? And now the signal increase.
"We're also getting ship to ship communication increase within this
system. Two light cruisers have moved in along with one heavy cruiser just
detected."
That made Vance sit up and take notice. He looked at the report that
the analyst pointed out on the screen, a real time translation of the
messages, broadcast on a low priority code racing across the screen.
"They're setting up for an intercept from the looks of things," Vance
said "Send a messenger down to Captain Bondarevsky, tell him to come here at
once."
There were times when security got on his nerves. All communication
lines between the fighter bay and the rest of the ship had been sealed off
based upon the near infinitesimal chance that a member of the ship's crew,
and one of his own people might collaborate in trying to get information off
the ship.
The analyst turned and started for the door while Vance punched over to
his head of Alpha team security, informing the captain to let the analyst
pass into the ship and return with Jason.
A side channel suddenly leaped into activity on the display screen,
originating from inside the system they were now occupying. It was one of
the standard Confleet bands. But from where?
The D-5 had already locked on to it, a reflected signal skipping over
the horizon of the planet, the message breaking up. "Just what the hell is
this?" Vance whispered, turning more of the computer's power loose from
other activities to focus in on the signal and enhance it.
It was an audio signal, and he turned on a speaker.
"Green one, Green one, this is Green two over."
"That's Paladin!"
Vance turned to see Jason coming up behind him.
"Green one, where the hell are you, am under attack, over.
"Where's it coming from?" Jason asked.
"Looks like from directly on the other side of the planet. Getting some
skip through the atmosphere, wait a second."
He typed in a quick order and the D-5 turned one of its antenna array
to aim at the small moon of the planet which was nothing more than an
oversized rock orbiting half a million clicks overhead.
"Getting a reflection signal from the moon as well, give me a second
here . . ." and he punched in another command.
"There, got it. Triangulate the signal as coming from near directly
behind us, thirty five million clicks back."
"Straight back towards the jump point towards Hari," Jason said,
turning to look at a holo map of the system which one of Vance's assistants
activated, a blinking yellow dot showing where Paladin must be.
"We're getting in the clear attack signals from the Kilrathi cruisers,
one of them is launching fighters," the assistant announced.
"They're moving in to cut Paladin off," Jason said quietly, looking at
the map which was now showing the enemy ships in the sector. Several
corvettes were already moving to set up a picket across the jump point
leading out towards Confederation space while the cruisers positioned
themselves for an easy kill.
"Either they found him out before he got the information, or after he
picked it up; it's one of the two," Vance said quietly.
"Why are you telling me this?" Jason asked, suddenly aware that Vance
was staring at him in a coldly detached way.
"If he doesn't have the data, and we go up to try and save him, our
cover is blown and we'll have to get the hell out. For that matter I wonder
if we can get out now considering the hardware they've brought in here."
"Are you suggesting that I do nothing and let them blow Paladin and Ian
apart?"
"The mission comes first, Captain."
"And suppose he does have the data we need?"
"I haven't heard it yet, and frankly, son, his chances of finding them
were slim to none to start with when we sent him on alone."
Jason looked back at the screen.
"Green one, Green one, am under attack, where the hell are you?"
Jason closed his eyes and tried to focus his thoughts, while. Paladin's
insistent call for help echoed across the deck.
"Green one, Green one, this is Green two over."
Paladin, exasperated and filled with a frustrated rage, punched the
channel off and slammed his fist down on the console.
To have come so far back and now to be cut off. The next jump point out
of this system was blocked, and already half a dozen ships which had been
pursuing him for days were coming through behind, a fact made worse by the
"Enough to prove it's possible," Tolwyn interjected. "But you are not
going in to Kilrah, you're going to circle the edge of the Empire out to the
far side and head into Hari territory."
"You didn't say we, you said you," Jason replied, looking over at
Tolwyn.
"I'm taking the jump-capable Sabre on this ship back to Landreich in an
hour," Tolwyn said
"Hell, that's at least a seven day run, it'll be a nightmare in a ship
that small. It doesn't even have ahead on board."
"Well, if you don't mind, I'm taking Kevin along to keep me company.
It'll be a chance for us to catch up on family matters. We'll just have to
make do and rough it a bit. One of us can sleep in the tail gunner's slot
while the other flies."
Jason smiled, glad at least for once that Tolwyn was dropping the stiff
upper lip routine and allowing himself to show some open attachment to his
nephew.
"I'm putting you in command of this fleet Paladin is being sent out in
Bannockburn within the hour, doing forward recon and moving ahead of you.
His orders are to go straight into Hari territory, to track down their burst
signal, monitor it, and if possible close in for a visual check on its
location.
"I'm ordering you to go cautiously, feel your way out around the edge
of the Empire but don't go beyond extreme burst signal range to a relay
drone that I'll make sure is deployed here," and he pointed to a map, which
he quickly pulled up on a screen, showing a position four jump points inside
of the Empire. "If something should come up, either with you or back home,
we don't want you out of touch. I need to go back, some things have come up
I've got to attend to and Vance has a little assignment for me."
Vance nodded and pointed back to the screen.
"There's several standard code words imbedded in these signals that
we've seen before. They're just like Kilrathi general fleet communications
during the war, daily updates on the various fronts that fleet commanders
had to be made aware of. I suspect this word СNak'tara' that keeps coming up
refers to a possible target of interest to those furballs. We're going to
try an old trick to see if we can smoke them out. Geoff here has to take the
message back personally. It's something I would never trust to a burst
signal Сcause it could tip off this whole operation. I don't even want it in
writing. It goes out in his head, and he can see to it along with his other
business."
Jason looked over at the screen. This system was literally receiving
and analyzing hundreds of millions of words, millions of conversations in
Kilrathi, all its various dialects, and coded talk, hundreds of hours of
video, and thousands of holo images every day. It was analyzing it, and
boiling it down for info, and now because of a six percent translation of a
half heard signal, he was being asked to jump Tarawa to the far side of the
Empire. He had wandered into a shadow world of a quasi war which was beyond
his ability to really understand. Either they were on to something, or they
were all definitely nuts and he tended to think it was the latter.
Baron Jukaga smiled as he read the report. It seemed that both the
Emperor and his son were to take the Imperial cruiser out to Largkza, the
second moon of Kilrah to attend the yearly ritual of Pukcal, the day of
atonement at the famed temple to Sivar located on that planet.
That the two would travel together was interesting in the extreme, a
rare breach of security in allowing both the Emperor and the heir to travel
aboard the same ship.
It was an opportunity he had to take though the thought chilled him. It
was, after all, the greatest sin possible, one even beyond the imagining of
nearly all of his race, to strike down a liege lord in secret without direct
and open challenge. It was impossible, for to do so was seen as being
beneath the contempt of the gods, and beyond that, would usually solve
nothing for without challenge, one could not take the place of the rival
destroyed.
And yet I would succeed to the throne in the end, he realized. And as
for the sin of it, he thought, I do not believe in the gods, so it does not
matter. Even as he thought that heresy, however, he still felt chilled by
it. He found it interesting that some humans could believe thus, and
therefore deny any ultimate reason for existence, but for one who knew the
hierarchy of the hrai, the clan, and the Empire with the godlike Emperor
above all, it was impossible to contemplate. For was it not evident that in
the hierarchy of the living there was also a hierarchy in the universe with
the gods above the Emperor so that even in death one would sit with his hrai
in paradise?
He knew that here again his study of humans had triggered this line of
thinking which had taught him just how easy it was to gain power if one was
willing to seize it; for after all did not a prince of ability have to reach
for power for the benefit of his state?
He would do it, he had to. He looked again at the report. He would have
to find a means of placing a small device on the cruiser, no easy task. He
realized now that he was committed, and the thought brought him some comfort
as he spun out his plan.
"You know, laddie, I think I'm getting a bit too old for this sort of
thing."
Ian shook his head and said nothing, waiting for the jump transit to
hit. Space forward blurred and then snapped back into focus, his stomach
dropping, flipping over, and nearly coming up his throat. Ian scanned the
nav screen, waiting for the locks to set in on the various stars to confirm
that they had jumped into the system they wanted. Anomalies in jumps were
not uncommon even in the heavily traveled lanes in the heart of the
Confederation. In the barely charted jump points beyond the outer border of
the Kilrathi Empire it vas almost a guess at times where the next jump would
lead
Paladin leaned over Ian's shoulder to watch, the seconds ticking by,
finally a confirm light flashed on the screen and both breathed a sigh of
relief.
"At least according to what our charts tell us, we're in the right
place," Paladin said. "It's a bit hard to tell though. Hell, laddie, we're
going down one narrow little road here, we might have passed hundreds of
other jump points in between and not even known it. The last time I did this
I had to feel my way blind through it all.
"I can tell you this, though, I think we've definitely gone a good bit
into Hari territory, and Kilrah is somewhere off there," and he waved his
hand vaguely off towards the port side of his ship, "roughly three hundred
odd light years away. Where we're heading towards, that signal is sort of
this way," and he vaguely waved his hand straight ahead, a gesture which Ian
found to be strange and somewhat amusing.
"In the olden days they used to draw places on the map and say, here
be'eth dragons," and Paladin chuckled.
"It's a long way back home," Ian said quietly.
"Aye," Paladin said quietly turning in his swivel chair to scan his
surveillance instruments.
"Oh, we've got a little company way out here," he announced and pointed
to the screen. "Ionization wake coming through here, heading straight for
what I think's the next jump point."
"How old?"
"Not very, hard to tell, sir, maybe ten hours."
"Could he have spotted us on the other side and jumped out?"
Paladin sat quietly for a minute thinking that question over yet again.
One of the problems with this cat Stealth machinery was the simple fact they
were not even sure if it was really working right anymore. At least when
Tarawa was alongside they could get a very quick and easy read. They hadn't
seen Tarawa in ten days; it was now a good eight jump points behind them,
holding itself at extreme burst signal range back to the edge of the
frontier in case it had to get an emergency signal out.
He had figured out by now that the Stealth gear was to be used for only
short periods of time, and the drain it made on ship's energy was
tremendous. So they had finally agreed to use it only at the moment of jump,
and then when the coast was clear to come out of it and recharge their power
by running with full scoops open. There was the other simple question as
well. The Stealth might work against Confederation ships, but no one had yet
to figure out if the Cats had a simple way of detecting it themselves.
"Hard to tell, he could even be hiding somewhere in this blasted system
and we don't have time to check it all."
Ian looked over at the chart which showed a dozen planets in orbit
around the red giant star of this sector. Information beyond that was
nonexistent, nothing on any of the planets, resources, whether they were
even inhabited or not Paladin pursed his lips for a moment and then sighed.
"Well, laddie, let's power her up, get our tanks full, then close
scoops and run to the next jump somewhat straight ahead. It'll take some
time, we'll have to sniff it down."
Ian nodded, taking the helm, turning Bannockburn and headed towards
where they hoped the next jump point was located. It was tedious work,
jumping through, snooping on passive listening, and then hunting up the next
jump point and moving forward again.
The engines of Bannockburn powered up and hours later it was far across
the system, zeroing in on the next jump point. Long after their passage,
what appeared to be nothing more than a small boulder, floating through the
darkness a million kilometers from the jump point, shed its exterior. The
Kilrathi light picket ship turned and accelerated away towards another jump
point.
"I think he is planning to assassinate me," the Emperor said
Prince Thrakhath was surprised by just how casual his grandfather was,
as if discussing plans for yet another boring court ritual.
His choice of the word assassinate was interesting as well. In the
language of Kilrah there was no such term, the word having filtered into the
language from the Hari during the war of three eight-of-eights years past.
For the Hari such disgusting practices appeared to have been their means of
selecting who would rule, a chaotic and degrading system that left them ripe
for conquest
"What purpose would it serve?" Thrakhath asked. "After all, I would
then rise to power," and even as he spoke the words he felt foolish,
realizing that if Jukaga were planning to kill his grandfather, he would be
killed as well.
He fell silent for a moment, lowering his head to lap up a gulp of
wine.
"We can't simply denounce him," the Emperor said. "The evidence is far
too flimsy, a mere hint, an inquiry as to who would be on the security
detail guarding our cruiser the night before we leave for the Pukcal, but it
fits him and what he has become."
Prince Thrakhath nodded in agreement. There was no denying that Jukaga
was far too right in many of his criticisms of how the war had been run. He
alone, out of nearly all the Kilrathi, had taken the time and effort to
truly study the humans. It was, after all, his assignment as head of spying
to learn the secrets of the enemy and how they thought.
That fact in and of itself had been troubling. In the past victory had
come so quickly and with such assurance that there was little or no need to
study the enemy; they were merely prey to be hunted down and exterminated.
The Mantu did not count; their onslaught had come suddenly and with near
overwhelming power, and then they had simply disappeared back into the void,
apparently threatened by another unknown race. The human war, however, had
dragged on for years. The exposure to them had been constant, even to the
point of having a city's worth of human slaves right here in Kilrah, some of
them even laboring in the subterranean caverns below the palace. Such
contact had to, in the end, bring about changes. Jukaga had embraced them in
order to understand and thus defeat them. It had thus introduced to him
other ways of thinking as well.
But to assassinate? The mere thought of the alien word was repulsive,
it was killing without any honor, without challenge. It was done in the
dark, without any hope of then picking up the fallen sword of the slain in
order to take his mantle of power and honor.
"If we both were killed," Thrakhath said, "there is no direct heir. In
the chaos that followed, as head of his hrai, he would be in position to
take the throne himself by playing off one faction against the other,
something which he is a master at."
He said the words softly. The shame of even thinking it was hard to
bear. There was no denying the horrifying fact that the seed of his family
was weakening. His grandfather had sired many litters, most of them born
dead, with but two sons surviving. His father had actually been executed by
direct order of the Emperor, his uncle killed in the first days of the war.
He was now the only heir, and not one son had been born to him, a
sickly daughter his only surviving offspring from a single litter, and that
from a lowly concubine of the second order. It was a humiliation almost
beyond bearing. He should have sired dozens of offspring by now. He felt a
deep and lasting shame. War was the only outlet left to him to vent his rage
over his failure on the mating couch.
There were a number of cousins descending from his grandfather's
sister, so many that the chance of blood feud and civil war was the most
likely result. Is that what Jukaga wanted, a civil war? He thought of his
cousins. It would be easy enough to trigger a dynastic struggle with them,
and Jukaga could weave his way through the alliances, weakening the family
until finally it would be his own hrai that would be the strongest and could
then finish them off. It would be a civil war unlike any fought since they
had first ventured off their home world over eight eight-of-eights ago.
It was a dreadful thought. He had always assumed that in the passage of
years he would either sire a son to succeed him, or, when he was old, he
would choose a cousin to sit upon the golden throne. His choice would then
ritually kill him and thus take the sword and throne by right of blood.
"We cannot kill him," the Emperor said, "not now. There is first of all
the simple fact that his plan for the war has so far indeed worked,
degrading as it is. The humans have been placed off guard, our shortage of
transports is being rectified, and the new fleet is moving towards
completion. If we ordered his death it would upset that plan, and beyond
that, appear to be an act of jealousy. The other hrai leaders forced his
return and the killing of him out of hand would bring their wrath down upon
us. There is no denying the fact that, like it or not, his plan pulled us
out of a difficult impasse."
Thrakhath nodded in agreement.
"And the onus of such an act we can place upon his shoulders,"
Thrakhath replied with a smile.
"There is the other fact as well," the Emperor continued. "He heads the
operation of our spies. He knows perhaps even more than I do. His operatives
are everywhere. Any attempt to take him would be known long before we were
ready to strike."
The Emperor stood up and went over to stare at a tapestry hanging
behind the throne, which showed an ancient hunt scene, all the time making
sure to stay within the stasis field that blocked all detection devices.
Thrakhath looked back at the Emperor, who looked at him sharply.
"Could your fleet take the humans now?" he asked.
"It is not certain. Four carriers are now ready, the fifth in two
eights of days."
"Could you win?"
All the variables, all the calculations said that a swift attack with
five new carriers would succeed, though there was a slim chance that the
losses would be heavy.
"Remember, the humans have weakened themselves," the Emperor said, "and
our traitor in their ranks keeps us informed."
Thrakhath nodded. He did not want to take any risks and then he
wondered if this peace had made him weak as well. War was risk, that was the
thrill of it.
"We can take them with five carriers, my lord. However, we would have
to strike with full and overwhelming surprise. Any warning before we cross
the frontier could give them time to prepare a defense."
"Then be sure that this unconfirmed report of their having a spy ship
in our space is acted upon at once. They are not to get through or see
anything, that is still crucial."
Thrakhath nodded in agreement.
"If he makes this attempt and we survive, politically it would still
make us look weak, having first agreed to this disgusting peace and then
suffering the indignity of having someone attempt to strike us."
"Then kill him now and be done with it," Thrakhath snarled.
"No. We would never have the evidence we need, he is too cunning for
that. Let him make his strike, but then let us shift the blame on to the
humans. It will serve a two fold purpose of discrediting his peace effort
and help to enrage our own against both him and the humans. I think it is
time as well to have a talk with our ambassador in their camp. He has waited
too long for his revenge, let him have it.
The radar burst pinged across the screen and Jason sat silent,
watching, looking over at his counter electronics officer. She was hunched
over her own screen staring at it as if mesmerized. The young woman, she
could not have been more than twenty, punched an order into a flat touch
screen, absently reaching up occasionally to push an unruly wisp of red hair
from her freckled forehead. He felt as if she was not much beyond being a
very young child, and the thought struck him as almost funny. He was, after
all, only twenty-seven, the youngest carrier commander in the fleet. In any
other type of life the woman would have been very dateable. Out here, in
this situation, the difference seven additional years of war added was a
chasm almost too deep to comprehend. Another ping washed over the screen.
"They're close, they're very close," Vance whispered.
Jason felt that if he went to a topside view port he could almost see
the Kilrathi scout ship. A hundred thousand clicks was damn near next door
in space.
"Still an unfocused radar sweep," the electronics officer announced.
Another ping hit
"Doppler shifting away, he's moving past us, sir."
Jason let out a sigh of relief.
"Keep secure for silent running," Jason announced and he left the
bridge, followed by Vance.
"I thought you were crazy to land like this," Vance said and Jason
looked over at him and smiled weakly.
"Maybe I am."
The move was unorthodox in the extreme. Less than twelve hours ago
Vance's team had picked up a series of orders shifting more than a hundred
scout and recon ships into the sector they were now occupying and to cover
all the surrounding jump points. Apparently something had tipped the
Kilrathi off to their presence. His first thought was to run and hide inside
the atmosphere of a gas giant but there were none to be found within the
system. There was, however, a green housed world cloaked in heavy clouds,
its surface boiling hot and scored by deep canyons. Placing two light
carriers down on the surface under the lip of an overhanging cliff had been
tricky. If discovered they would be near defenseless. A light fighter armed
with just a couple of antimatter warheads would make short work of them if
they were caught and unable to lift off in time.
So far the subterfuge had worked, and with the planet's extremely slow
rotational period, Vance had been able to keep a watch on but signals from
the direction of Kilrah, now three hundred and eighty light years away.
However, the Hari system was blocked by the bulk of the planet.
The only problem was that the scout ships simply refused to leave and
had thus kept them pinned for three days, out of touch with Paladin,
wherever he might now be.
"Here we go, laddie, jump in ten seconds."
Paladin cinched up his safety harness and waited. He spared a quick
glance over at Ian who sat placidly next to him.
This next jump was totally blind, leaping into a jump point without any
idea where they were going. The last three jumps had taken them further than
any human had ever ventured before, far beyond the outer run of the Kilrathi
Empire and into the completely uncharted realm of the long dead Hari. The
burst signal they were tracking down had fired off again only six hours ago
and was very close, in a star system less than eight light years away. They
had slipped through the sector using the Stealth, though it appeared as if
one of the dozen picket ships they had passed had at least gotten a
temporary lock on them. In a couple of seconds he would know if this jump
would take them to their goal.
The jump transit hit, blurring vision. The stars ahead disappeared.
Paladin swallowed hard and waited. Maybe I'm getting too old for these sorts
of games, he thought. Twenty years of fighting is pressing the edge of the
envelope just a little too much. He pushed the thought aside, no sense
dwelling on it. Besides, what the hell would I do with myself to kill the
boredom?
A new starfield snapped into focus and at the same instant the radar
detection alarm started to shriek its warning.
He leaned over in his chair, punching the alarm off and turned to look
at the readout screen.
"Well, lad, we're being tracked," he announced, trying to keep the fear
from his voice. It always amazed him how all the others looked to him as
someone with ice water in his veins. If only they really knew just how
gut-wrenching the fear could really be.
He watched his screen as optical mounts turned, tracking down the
incoming paths of the radar, passively searching out the darkness for the
enemy.
"Got one sighted, make that two, now three, the closest standing at
thirty eight thousand clicks, a light corvette."
Another high energy radar burst snapped on them, this one a narrow
focus beam. It could only mean that the Cats were on to him.
He spared a quick look up at the unknown system they had just entered.
The jump point was fairly close into the systems sun, a standard class M. He
continued the optical sweep. He'd have a good five minutes before the
corvette would start to close. Now that they'd been found out, they could at
least do a quick scan before jumping back out and shaking off the pursuit in
the system which they had just jumped from.
"Getting an awful lot of sublight radio traffic in this sector," Ian
announced. trying to get an optical lock on the signals."
Ian, working the long range optical scanners, stayed hunched over his
screen. A full radar sweep would have been better, but they would be long
gone before the first returns even started to bounce back. The use of the
narrow band translight pulse was out of the question. They'd have to drop
completely out of Stealth and it'd reveal their true mission to the picket
ships.
"Paladin, switch to my screen," Ian whispered, his voice suddenly high
and tense.
Paladin switched into the long range optical scan, his eyes straining
as Ian spun the optics up to their highest magnification, which could pick
up an object the size of a one pound coin from two hundred thousand clicks
out.
"My lord," Paladin gasped, "hit the holo recorder switch."
"Already running," Ian replied.
Paladin stared at the screen in disbelief when Ian punched in a
computer enhancement with scale gradients superimposed over the image. They
were looking at a ship that was at least fifteen hundred meters in length.
Several seconds later the computer, now armed with more information, cleared
the first image from the screen and replaced it with a higher resolution
enhancement, with the beginning of an analysis of what they were looking at.
"Fifteen hundred and eighty meters, estimated half a million ton bulk
weight," Paladin whispered. "Range 102 million clicks, orbiting the only
planet in the system.
"Dozens of ships orbiting that planet," Ian announced, "coming up now
on second screen."
Paladin spared a quick glance over to the secondary images forming,
three more ships like the first one, half a dozen more apparently still
under construction, a dozen cruiser type vessels that were bigger than the
old Concordia Ч battleships he could only guess would be the word for them,
drawing the term out of ancient nautical history. Part of the screen was
tallying off a count of transports, more than a hundred of them either
docked into what appeared to be an orbital construction yard that filled
half a dozen cubic kilometers of space, or hovering around it
The alarm went off again, warbling with a high insistent tone and
Paladin turned to look back at his tactical.
We've got company, laddies. Looks like two Stealths just jumped in
behind us. Prepare for evasive!"
"We'll lose the visual lock, Ian shouted. "I don't have a full read on
it yet."
Paladin weighed the variables and in less than half a dozen seconds
from the sounding of the second alarm he came to his decision. Turning back
to his main screen he cleared it of the optical and punched in the order for
a translight beam sweep, dropping his ship out of Stealth mode. The pulse
went out, even as he swung his ship hard over into an evasive. The first
Stealth already had a lock on him and dropped a missile which he assumed was
one of the new and more deadly IFFs. Before the missile was even clearly
away Paladin popped a scrambler, a decoy pulsing with a standard Confed IFF
code and capable of reflecting back a radar image of a fleet light corvette,
a counter he had rigged up based upon Ian's unpleasant experience.
Ian looked over at him in surprise and grinned, as the transponder
snapped to life. It was a clear give away as to who they really were along
with the translight pulse sweep. Seconds later the data came sweeping back
in with a high resolution read of the enemy fleet. The first missile at the
same time streaked into the decoy and detonated. Two more missiles swept out
from the Stealths which were turning to follow Bannockburn in its evasive
and Paladin punched out another decoy while at the same time launching half
a dozen dumb fire flechette bolts from his rear tubes that would fill space
behind him with thousands of nail-sized shot that could rip a fighter to
shreds if it got caught in the spread.
Even as he piloted the ship he watched the other screen. A green flash
indicated that the pulse had been successfully read and stored by the ship's
computer.
"Check it!" Paladin shouted.
"We've got good data," Ian replied.
"Load it along with the optical read and our coordinates into a burst
signal, aim it back towards Tarawa."
"Loaded!"
Paladin toggled a switch into the burst signal line.
"Green one, green one, this is green two, am under attack, cover blown,
repeat cover blown, get the hell out and back to the barn."
He hit the burst signal button and the light; in the cabin momentarily
dimmed as nearly all the ship's energy was diverted to powering out the
signal across the hundreds of light years of space back to Tarawa.
At least they'd have the information even if they bought it. He
realized that in the scheme of things his job was done, he had uncovered the
suspected fleet. Within minutes Tarawa would have the information and it'd
blow the lid right off the armistice when it came out that the Kilrathi were
building the ships in clear violation of the terms. The political
ramifications would be explosive, he realized. At the very least Rodham's
government would fall. It'd also mean that the war would be back on. He
thought again of what he'd just uncovered and the images still locked on the
secondary screen chilled him. The carriers were more than twice as big as
anything now in the fleet. Even if every ship was still active and on line
the new Kilrathi ships had the power to do anything in space.
The Cats undoubtedly knew that their cover had just been blown. The
only hope was to fully remobilize before the ships already completed could
be moved up into action and meet them on the frontier. If they gained
confederation space with our defenses down it was over.
The two missiles hit the second decoy and detonated. The Stealths
dropped out of masking and came to full visual, transferring their energy to
neutron guns and laser. A shot lanced into the portside stabilizer of
Bannockburn and Paladin pulled hard to starboard, lining up a deflection
shot on one of his tormentors. He flared off half a dozen more flechette
rounds, followed by two dumb fired bolts. The flechette rounds broke open,
each deploying a spread of sixty thousand nail-sized shot across a hundred
meter wide piece of space. The wave slammed into the Stealth, shredding it
to ribbons and the ship silently detonated.
The picket ships were already racing in to join the fray, their speed
well up past a thousand clicks a second with maneuvering scoops fully
closed.
"Turning in on jump point. Get ready for uncalibrated jump in fifteen
seconds!" Paladin shouted.
Another laser burst hit Bannockburn dead astern, overloading the
shields, cutting into the Y-axis maneuvering thrusters, and Paladin cursed
as he purged the thrusters fuel lines before they detonated.
He spared a quick thought for the message he sent out, hoping that
Tarawa was at least still alive to get it, otherwise this whole damn thing
was for naught. "How the hell did I ever get into this business?" he shouted
even as the jump transit hit.
"We've got it"
Jason looked up at Vance who had not even bothered to knock before
bursting into his cabin. The normally unflappable director of intelligence
seemed almost giddy with excitement.
"Got what?"
"The signal damn it, the signal. Come on, I'll show you."
Jason followed Vance back down the corridor into the fighter bay. He
had a flash memory of the same corridor, running towards the bridge when it
was hit by the Kilrathi suicide pilot, killing O'Brian, the first captain of
the Tarawa, the corridor decompressing when the hull was shattered
They reached the end of the corridor, the two security guards still
requiring that even Vance show ID and undergo a corona laser scan. It struck
him as a bit absurd, here they were hiding on a planet's surface, no one
could possibly sneak aboard to impersonate Vance, and the man had come down
the corridor only a minute before. But he knew that security above all else
required no relaxation.
He showed his ID as well and leaned into the corona scanner.
The guards opened the doorway into the bay and saluted, the door
slamming shut behind them.
The D-5 team was gathered in a knot around what was Vance's cubicle,
and to Jason's surprise he saw bottles of champagne being passed around. He
was about to raise an objection to such an open violation of fleet
regulations but then realized that fleet regs no longer applied, since
officially they were not part of the fleet, and in fact officially did not
even exist. Intel people had always struck him as a little strange and he
realized that perhaps they needed to blow off steam like this otherwise they
would have cracked under the pressure long ago. They were no different than
pilots in that respect.
The crowd parted for Vance, patting him on the back.
"Good job, people, now let's finish our party and get back to work,
there's a hell of a lot to be done before this mission is finished"
The crowd seemed to immediately sober up and drifted away back to their
stations.
"Here's what all the excitement is about. I thought you should know in
case anything happened."
"Anything happened?"
"We could take a hit to this bay and our entire team gets wiped out. I
want someone off this deck to know what we've just found out I want you to
remember the message but you are to immediately, and forever, forget how we
found out"
Jason nodded in agreement
Vance pointed to a two dimensional screen. On the right side was what
Jason assumed was phonetically translated Kilrathi, on the left long series
of white blocks, and occasional words in English which were partial
translations of the message.
"When Geoff left he went back amongst other reasons, to have ConFleet
send out a false message which stated that our primary matter-antimatter
assembly plant on the moon had been destroyed due to an accidental
detonation. As a result no new weapons would be delivered for several
months. The message of course was a complete fabrication.
An hour ago we picked up this message from Kilrah to their Hari base
and cracked part of it."
Jason leaned over to look at the screen.
Most of the message was untranslated but one line highlighted in red
leaped out at him . . . "Remove target 2778A on moon of nak'tara from
primary strike list Accident has destroyed target, . . ." there were several
lines untranslated . . . "shortage in antimatter weapons produced from 2778A
expected, will update."
Jason looked back up at Vance.
"They took the bait. We broadcast the false message on a code we knew
they had already cracked. Their listening post, most likely right in their
embassy office picked it up and passed it back to Kilrah. Nak'tara means
Earth. It means that whatever it is they're preparing out there in Hari is
being aimed for an attack straight at Earth. Damn it, the bastards are
getting ready to strike."
Jason leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes for a moment. He
could understand the elation of Vance's crew. Their job was to get
information and they had just pulled out a gold nugget of information unlike
anything found in years. They had reason to celebrate. But it meant as well
that the armistice was nothing more than a sham. Though he had assumed it to
be so from the beginning, there had always been a small part of him that had
hoped against hope that maybe the peace was real after all. This was a dark
proof that shattered the dream.
Damn all of them, the Kilrathi, the political leaders back home that
had led them into this fix, damn all of them.
"Think we should lift off and get the hell out of here?" Jason asked.
"We could punch our way through the picket screen.
Vance shook his head.
"And bring back what? One partially decoded message as proof. The peace
party crowd would say it was cooked up to restart the war. A lone burst
signal does not an ironclad case make."
"They could be moving at any time now. We should be alerting ConFleet,
they'll believe us."
"Son, ConFleet will believe us, but they're the only ones. You've got
to remember this as well. We don't exist as far as the government is
concerned. There aren't more than half a dozen people off this ship who even
know we're out here. How do you think it'd be presented if we go rushing
back home and stand up to announce that we parked this ship clear on the
other side of the Empire in clear violation of the armistice? The real truth
of what we found would be lost in the screaming and protests not only from
the Kilrathi but from some of our own people as well. It'd also blow the
cover on this D-5 system. That's one of the problems with intelligence. If
we make public what we've found, the Kilrathi will figure out just how
capable our surveillance is and change their procedures and it might be
years before we can break it back down again."
Jason nodded. They'd need something hard, clearly recorded visuals, and
even then some people would claim it was a fake out. Hell, the Kilrathi
would most likely have to start kicking down the front door before anyone
would act.
"So we just sit here and wait."
"Too bad this planet screens us from your friend Paladin. Maybe he
might have something by now," Vance replied. "Hell, we're stuck here, unable
to move and one ship out to scout. I doubt if he's even got within a hundred
light years of their base."
* * * * *
Standing up to stretch, Prince Thrakhath growled softly as he continued
to look at the screen which showed the latest intelligence report.
The intelligence report from Jukaga matched that of what his own
military chain of command had stated. Jukaga most likely knew that Thrakhath
had his own lines of communications, and since the incident took place
within a military command district he would find out about it almost
immediately.
Someone, almost undoubtedly from the Confederation, had penetrated
right into the very system where the new fleet was being constructed. The
translight radar sweep could only have been done by a very well outfitted
spy ship, as no smuggler could afford to carry such equipment. Beyond that,
the ship had been using Stealth masking. The fact that the humans had either
learned the secret of Stealthing or captured such equipment was stunning.
They were on to something. The question now was whether the information had
gotten back to the Confederation and their fleet command. No burst signal
could possibly cross such a distance. The spy ship had sent out three burst
signals so far, all of them aimed towards the Paghk System, where a
suspected ship was still being hunted. But no burst signal had come from
that system to relay the message on.
No, Confleet did not yet know.
He turned to a holo projection, ordering up a map of the Paghk system,
and then ordered a projection of jump lines and systems back to where the
spy ship had been sighted. Next he ordered in a display of where the spy was
now located, the position of ships in pursuit and where nearby ships might
be located to move in to aid the chase. Finally he ordered a projection of
jump lines from the Paghk system back towards the Confederation ship.
The holo field was a maze of blue lines, blinking lights representing
ships, and steady yellow lights representing the array of stars which were
terminus points for the jump lines.
He studied it intently, shifting, moving in the focus, calling up more
data, formulating plans, then shifting the field yet again to examine
another part, a side screen scrolling out data on the various ships
available.
Yet this was no simple intercept operation. There was a political
consideration as well, involving Jukaga, and just what he might be doing in
regards to this new situation. As he studied the holo projection Thrakhath
developed his plan.
He was interrupted by a paging call. It was the Emperor on an open
line.
"It is time that we leave for the ceremony," the Emperor said and then
clicked off.
"We've picked up a threefold increase in signal traffic within the last
six hours, chief."
Vance nodded wearily, looking through the report handed to him by one
of his assistants. He was exhausted. Against all rules of proper procedure,
he had put his people on eight hour on, four hour off duty shifts. He knew
exhaustion was cutting into their performance, that it'd be best to give
everybody a day off to unwind, but it was getting too hot. Earlier in the
day they had made a quantum jump in cracking Fleet Code A, bringing the
translations up to nearly sixty percent. It was increasingly revealing the
full extent of the conspiracy, ranging from continual updates of military
actives and deployments around Earth, but also a thousand other details down
to spare part requests, and shipping orders for the transport fleet that was
slipping deep out into Hari space, hauling the millions of tons of supplies
needed to build a new fleet from scratch. A signal earlier in the day
reported the transfer of more than a thousand pilots, their plane
maintenance crews and the fighter craft off of carriers in drydock, and thus
supposedly deactivated to the reserves, to the new fleet.
Something was definitely up. The Kilrathi were acting, but on what, and
for what reason? And now the signal increase.
"We're also getting ship to ship communication increase within this
system. Two light cruisers have moved in along with one heavy cruiser just
detected."
That made Vance sit up and take notice. He looked at the report that
the analyst pointed out on the screen, a real time translation of the
messages, broadcast on a low priority code racing across the screen.
"They're setting up for an intercept from the looks of things," Vance
said "Send a messenger down to Captain Bondarevsky, tell him to come here at
once."
There were times when security got on his nerves. All communication
lines between the fighter bay and the rest of the ship had been sealed off
based upon the near infinitesimal chance that a member of the ship's crew,
and one of his own people might collaborate in trying to get information off
the ship.
The analyst turned and started for the door while Vance punched over to
his head of Alpha team security, informing the captain to let the analyst
pass into the ship and return with Jason.
A side channel suddenly leaped into activity on the display screen,
originating from inside the system they were now occupying. It was one of
the standard Confleet bands. But from where?
The D-5 had already locked on to it, a reflected signal skipping over
the horizon of the planet, the message breaking up. "Just what the hell is
this?" Vance whispered, turning more of the computer's power loose from
other activities to focus in on the signal and enhance it.
It was an audio signal, and he turned on a speaker.
"Green one, Green one, this is Green two over."
"That's Paladin!"
Vance turned to see Jason coming up behind him.
"Green one, where the hell are you, am under attack, over.
"Where's it coming from?" Jason asked.
"Looks like from directly on the other side of the planet. Getting some
skip through the atmosphere, wait a second."
He typed in a quick order and the D-5 turned one of its antenna array
to aim at the small moon of the planet which was nothing more than an
oversized rock orbiting half a million clicks overhead.
"Getting a reflection signal from the moon as well, give me a second
here . . ." and he punched in another command.
"There, got it. Triangulate the signal as coming from near directly
behind us, thirty five million clicks back."
"Straight back towards the jump point towards Hari," Jason said,
turning to look at a holo map of the system which one of Vance's assistants
activated, a blinking yellow dot showing where Paladin must be.
"We're getting in the clear attack signals from the Kilrathi cruisers,
one of them is launching fighters," the assistant announced.
"They're moving in to cut Paladin off," Jason said quietly, looking at
the map which was now showing the enemy ships in the sector. Several
corvettes were already moving to set up a picket across the jump point
leading out towards Confederation space while the cruisers positioned
themselves for an easy kill.
"Either they found him out before he got the information, or after he
picked it up; it's one of the two," Vance said quietly.
"Why are you telling me this?" Jason asked, suddenly aware that Vance
was staring at him in a coldly detached way.
"If he doesn't have the data, and we go up to try and save him, our
cover is blown and we'll have to get the hell out. For that matter I wonder
if we can get out now considering the hardware they've brought in here."
"Are you suggesting that I do nothing and let them blow Paladin and Ian
apart?"
"The mission comes first, Captain."
"And suppose he does have the data we need?"
"I haven't heard it yet, and frankly, son, his chances of finding them
were slim to none to start with when we sent him on alone."
Jason looked back at the screen.
"Green one, Green one, am under attack, where the hell are you?"
Jason closed his eyes and tried to focus his thoughts, while. Paladin's
insistent call for help echoed across the deck.
"Green one, Green one, this is Green two over."
Paladin, exasperated and filled with a frustrated rage, punched the
channel off and slammed his fist down on the console.
To have come so far back and now to be cut off. The next jump point out
of this system was blocked, and already half a dozen ships which had been
pursuing him for days were coming through behind, a fact made worse by the