Part 15 (1/2)
Thus, in addition to the purely private mercenary organizations such as Falkenberg's Mercenary Legion, there are now national forces hired out to reduce expenses to their parent governments. A few former colonies have found this practice so lucrative that the export of mercenaries has become their princ.i.p.al source of income, and the recruiting and training of soldiers their major Industry.
The CoDominium Grand Senate has attempted to maintain its presence in the former colonial areas through promulgation of the so-called Laws of War (q.v.), which purport to regulate the weapons and tactics mercenary units may employ. Enforcement of these regulations is sporadic. When the Senate orders Fleet intervention to enforce the Laws of War the suspicion inevitably arises that other CoDominium interests are at stake, or that one or more Senators have undisclosed reasons for their interest.
Mercenary units generally draw their recruits from the same sources as the CoDominium Marines, and training stresses loyalty to comrades and commanders rather than to any government. The extent to which mercenary commanders have successfully separated their troops from all normal social intercourse is both surprising and alarming.
The best-known mercenary forces are described in separate articles. See: Covenant; Friedland; Xanadu; Falkenberg's Mercenary Legion; Nouveau Legion Etrangere; Katanga Gendarmerie; Moolman's Commandos ...
Falkenberg's mercenary legion Purely private military organization formed from the former Forty-second CoDominium Line Marines under Colonel John Christian Falkenberg III. Falkenberg was cas.h.i.+ered from the CoDominium Fleet under questionable circ.u.mstances, and his regiment disbanded shortly thereafter. A large proportion of former Forty-second officers and men chose to remain with Falkenberg.
Falkenberg's Legion appears to have been first employed by the government of the then newly independent former colony of Hadley (q.v.) for suppression of civil disturbances. There have been numerous complaints that excessive violence was used by both sides in the unsuccessful rebellion following CoDominium withdrawal, but the government of Hadley has expressed satisfaction with Falkenberg's efforts there.
Following its employment on Hadley Falkenberg's Legion took part in numerous small wars of defense - and conquest on at least five planets, and in the process gained a reputation as one of the best-trained and most effective small military units in existence.
It was then engaged by the CoDominium Governor on the CD prison planet of Tanith.
This latter employment caused great controversy in the Grand Senate, as Tanith remains under CD control. However, Grand Admiral Lermontov pointed out that his budget did not permit his stationing regular Marine forces on Tanith owing to other commitments mandated by the Grand Senate; after lengthy debate the employment was approved as an alternative to raising a new regiment of CD Marines.
At last report Falkenberg's Legion remains on Tanith. Its contract with the Governor there is said to have expired.
Tanith's bright image had replaced Earth's on Grand Admiral Lermontov's view screen. The planet might have been Earth: it had bright clouds obscuring the outlines of land and sea, and they swirled in typical cyclonic patterns.
A closer look showed differences. The sun was yellow: Tanith's star was not as hot as Sol, but Tanith was closer to it. There were fewer mountains, and more swamplands steaming in the yellow-orange glare.
Despite its miserable climate, Tanith was an important world. It was first and foremost a convenient dumping ground for Earth's disinherited. There was no better way to deal with criminals than to send them off to hard- and useful-labor on another planet. Tanith received them all: the rebels, the criminals, the malcontents, victims of administrative hatred; all the refuse of a civilization that could no longer afford misfits.
Tanith was also the main source of borloi, which the World Pharmaceutical Society called ”the perfect intoxicating drug.” Given large supplies of borloi the lid could be kept on the Citizens in the Welfare Islands. The happiness the drug induced was artificial, but it was none the less real.
”And so I am trading in drugs,” Lermontov told his visitor. ”It is hardly what I expected when I became Grand Admiral.”
”I'm sorry, Sergei.” Grand Senator Martin Grant had aged; in ten years he had come to look forty years older. ”The fact is, though, you're better off with Fleet owners.h.i.+p of some of the borloi plantations than you are relying on what I can get for you out of the Senate.”
Lermontov nodded in disgust. ”It must end, Martin. Somehow, somewhere, it must end. I cannot keep a fighting service together on the proceeds of drug sales-drugs grown by slaves! Soldiers do not make good slave masters.”
Grant merely shrugged.
”Yes, it is easy to think, is it not?” The admiral shook his head in disgust. ”But there are vices natural to the soldier and the sailor. We have those, in plenty, but they are not vices that corrupt his ability as a fighting man. Slaving is a vice that corrupts everything it touches.”
”If you feel that way, what can I say?” Martin Grant asked. ”I can't give you an alternative.”
”And I cannot let go,” Lermontov said. He punched viciously at the console controls and Tanith faded from the screen. Earth, bluer and to Lermontov far more lovely, swam out of the momentary blackness. ”They are fools down there,” Sergei Lermontov muttered. ”And we are no better. Martin, I ask myself again and again, why can we not control-anything? Why are we caught like chips in a rus.h.i.+ng stream? Men can guide their destinies. I know that. So why are we so helpless?”
”You don't ask yourself more often than I do,” Senator Grant said. His voice was low and weary. ”At least we still try. h.e.l.l, you've got more power than I have. You've got the Fleet, and you've got the secret funds you get from Tanith-Christ, Sergei, if you can't do something with that-”
”I can urinate on fires,” Lermontov said. ”And little else.” He shrugged. ”So, if that is all I can do, then I will continue to make water. Will you have a drink?”
”Thanks.”
Lermontov went to the sideboard and took out bottles. His conversations with Grand Senator Grant were never heard by anyone else, not even his orderlies who had been with him for years.
”Prosit.”
”Prosit!”
They drank. Grant took out a cigar. ”By the way, Sergei, what are you going to do with Falkenberg now that the trouble on Tanith is finished?”
Lermontov smiled coldly. ”I was hoping that you would have a solution to that. I have no more funds-”
”The Tanith money-”
”Needed elsewhere, just to keep the Fleet together,” Lermontov said positively.
”Then Falkenberg'll just have to find his own way. Shouldn't be any problem, with his reputation,” Grant said. ”And even if it is, he's got no more troubles than we have.”
XIII
2093 a.d.
Heat beat down on sodden fields. Two hours before the noon of Tanith's fifteen plus hours of suns.h.i.+ne the day was already hot; but all of Tanith's days are hot. Even in midwinter the jungle steams in late afternoon.
The skies above the regiment's camp were yellow-gray. The ground sloped off to the west into inevitable swamp, where Weem's Beasts snorted as they burrowed deeper into protective mud. In the camp itself the air hung hot and wet, heavy, with a thick smell of yeast and decay.
The regiment's camp was an island of geometrical precision in the random tumble of jungles and hilltops. Each yellow rammed-earth barrack was set in an exact relations.h.i.+p with every other, each company set in line from its centurion's hut at one end to the senior platoon sergeant's at the other.
A wide street separated Centurion's Row from the Company Officers Line, and beyond that was the shorter Field Officers Line, the pyramid narrowing inevitably until at its apex stood a single building where the colonel lived. Other officers lived with their ladies, and married enlisted men's quarters formed one side of the compound; but the colonel lived alone.
The visitor stood with the colonel to watch a mustering ceremony evolved in the days of Queen Anne's England when regimental commanders were paid according to the strength of their regiments, and the Queen's muster masters had to determine that each man drawing pay could indeed pa.s.s muster-or even existed.
The visitor was an amateur historian and viewed the parade with wry humor. War had changed and men no longer marched in rigid lines to deliver volleys at word of command-but colonels were again paid according to the forces they could bring into battle.
”Report!” The adjutant's command carried easily across the open parade field to the rigidly immobile blue and gold squares.
”First Battalion, B Company on patrol. Battalion present or accounted for, sir!”
”Second Battalion present or accounted for, sir.”
”Third Battalion present or accounted for, sir!”
”Fourth Battalion, four men absent without leave, sir.”
”How embarra.s.sing,” the visitor said sotto voce. The colonel tried to smile but made a bad job of it.
”Artillery present or accounted for, sir!”
”Scout Troop all present, sir!”
”Sappers all present, sir!”