Part 10 (1/2)

Dominique had been one of his students at the Academy-he had transferred to Luna from the Universite del' Astrophysique in Paris after his sister was killed in action. He was short, nimbly athletic, and he rarely cracked a smile-he was always business. Keyes appreciated that.

Commander Keyes was less impressed, however, with the rest of his bridge officers.

Lieutenant Hikowa manned the weapons console. Her long fingers and slender arms slowly checked the status of the ordnance with all the deliberation of a sleepwalker. Her dark hair was always falling into her eyes, too. Oddly, her record showed that she had survived several battles with the Covenant . . . so perhaps her lack of enthusiasm was merely battle fatigue.

Lieutenant Hall stood post at ops. She seemed competent enough. Her uniform was always freshly pressed, her blond hair trimmed exactly at the regulation sixteen centimeters. She had auth.o.r.ed seven physics papers on Slips.p.a.ce communications. The only problem was that she was always smiling, and trying to impress him . . . occasionally by showing up her fellow officers. Keyes disapproved of such displays of ambition.

Manning navigation, however, was his most problematic officer: Lieutenant Jaggers. It might have been that navigation was the Commander's strong suit, so anyone else in that position never seemed to be up to par. On the other hand, Lieutenant Jaggers was moody, and when Keyes had come aboard, the man's small hazel eyes seemed glazed. He could have sworn he had caught the man on duty with liquor on his breath, too. He had ordered a blood test-the results were negative.

”Orders, sir?” Jagger asked.

”Continue on this heading, Lieutenant. We'll finish our patrol around Sigma Octa.n.u.s and then accelerate and enter Slips.p.a.ce.”

”Aye, sir.”

Commander Keyes eased into his seat and detached the tiny monitor from the armrest. He read the hourly report from theArchimedes Sensor Outpost. The log of the large ma.s.s was curious. It was too big to be even the largest Covenant carrier . . . yet something was oddly familiar about its shape. Sensor Outpost. The log of the large ma.s.s was curious. It was too big to be even the largest Covenant carrier . . . yet something was oddly familiar about its shape.

He retrieved his pipe from his jacket, lit it, inhaled a puff, and exhaled the fragrant smoke through his nose. Keyes would never even have thought about smoking on the other vessels he had served on, but here . . . well, command had its privileges.

He pulled up his files transferred from the Academy-several theoretical papers that had recently caught his interest. One, he thought, might apply to the outpost's unusual reading.

That paper had initially sparked his interest because of its author. He had never forgotten his first a.s.signment with Dr. Catherine Halsey . . . nor the names of any of the children they had observed.

He opened the file and read: United Nations s.p.a.ce Command Astrophysics Journal 034-23-01 Date:May 097, 2540 (Military Calendar) Encryption Code: Encryption Code:None Public Key: Public Key:NA Author(s): Author(s):Lieutenant Commander Fhajad 034 (service number [CLa.s.sIFIED]), UNSC Office of Naval Intelligence Subject: Subject:Dimensional-Ma.s.s s.p.a.ce Compressions in Shaw-Fujikawa (a.k.a. ”Slipstream”) s.p.a.ce. Cla.s.sification: Cla.s.sification:NA /start file/ Abstract:The s.p.a.ce-bending properties of ma.s.s in normal s.p.a.ce are well described by Einstein's general relativity. Such distortions however, are complicated by the anomalous quantum gravitational effects in Shaw-Fujikawa (SF) s.p.a.ces. Using loop-string a.n.a.lysis, it can be shown that a large ma.s.s bends s.p.a.ce in SF s.p.a.ce more than general relativity predicts by an order of magnitude. This bending may explain how several small objects cl.u.s.tered closely together in SF s.p.a.ce have been reported erroneously as a single larger ma.s.s.

PressENTER to continue. to continue.

Commander Keyes switched back to the silhouette from theArchimedes report. The leading edge almost looked like the bulbous head of a whale. That realization chilled him to the core. report. The leading edge almost looked like the bulbous head of a whale. That realization chilled him to the core.

He quickly opened the UNSC database of all known Covenant s.h.i.+ps. He scanned them until he found the three-dimensional representation of one of their medium-sized wars.h.i.+ps. He rotated it into three-quarters profile. He overlaid the image on the silhouette, scaled it back a little.

It was a perfect match.

”Lieutenant Dominique, get FLEETCOM ASAP. Priority Alpha.”

The Lieutenant snapped straight in his chair. ”Yes, sir!”

The bridge officers looked at the Commander then exchanged glances with one another.

Commander Keyes brought up a map of the system on his data pad. The silhouette monitored by the outpost was on a direct course for Sigma Octa.n.u.s IV. That confirmed his theory. ”Bring us about to course zero four seven, Lieutenant Jaggers. Lieutenant Hall, push the reactors to one hundred ten percent.” ”Aye, Commander,” Lieutenant Jaggers replied. ”Reactor running hot, sir,” Hall reported. ”Now exceeding recommended operational parameters.” ”ETA?” Jaggers calculated, then looked up. ”Forty-three minutes,” he replied. ”Too slow,” Commander Keyes muttered. ”Reactor to one hundred thirty percent, Lieutenant Hall.” She hesitated. ”Sir?” ”Do it!” ”Yes, sir!” She moved as if someone had electrically shocked her. ”FLEETCOM online, sir,” Lieutenant Dominique said. The weathered face of Admiral Michael Stanforth appeared on the main view screen. Commander Keyes breathed a sigh of relief. Admiral Stanforth had a reputation for being reasonable and intelligent. He'd understand the logic of the situation.

”Commander Keyes,” the Admiral said. ”The old 'Schoolmaster' himself, huh? This is the priority channel, son. This better be an emergency.” Commander Keyes ignored the obvious condescension. He knew many at FLEETCOM thought he deserved to command nothing but a cla.s.sroom-and some probably thought he didn't deserve that. ”The Sigma Octa.n.u.s System is about to come under attack, sir.” Admiral Stanforth c.o.c.ked an eyebrow and leaned closer to the screen.

”I'm requesting that all s.h.i.+ps in-system rendezvous with theIroquois at Sigma Octa.n.u.s Four. And any s.h.i.+ps in neighboring systems make best speed here.” at Sigma Octa.n.u.s Four. And any s.h.i.+ps in neighboring systems make best speed here.”

”Show me what you've got, Keyes,” the Admiral said. Commander Keyes displayed the silhouette from the sensor outpost first. ”Covenant s.h.i.+ps, sir. Their silhouettes are overlapped. Our probes resolve them as one ma.s.s because Slips.p.a.ce is bent by gravity more easily than normal s.p.a.ce.”

The Admiral listened to his a.n.a.lysis, frowning. ”You've fought the Covenant, sir. You known how precisely they can maneuver their s.h.i.+ps through the Slipstream. I've seen a dozen alien craft appear in normal s.p.a.ce, in perfect formation, not a kilometer apart.” ”Yeah,” the Admiral muttered. ”I've seen that, too. All right, Keyes, good work. You'll get everything we can send.” ”Thank you, sir.” ”You just hang in there, son. Good luck. FLEETCOM out.” The view screen snapped off. ”Sir?” Lieutenant Hall turned around. ”How many Covenant s.h.i.+ps?” ”I'd estimate four medium-tonnage vessels,” he said. ”The equivalent of our frigates.” ”FourCovenant s.h.i.+ps?” Lieutenant Jaggers muttered. ”What canwe do?” ”Do?” Commander Keyes said. ”Our duty.” ”Begging the Commander's pardon, but there are do?” ”Do?” Commander Keyes said. ”Our duty.” ”Begging the Commander's pardon, but there arefour Cov-” Jaggers began to protest. Keyes cut him off with a glare. ”Stow that, mister.” He paused, weighing his words. ”Sigma Octa.n.u.s Cov-” Jaggers began to protest. Keyes cut him off with a glare. ”Stow that, mister.” He paused, weighing his words. ”Sigma Octa.n.u.s Four has seventeen million citizens, Lieutenant. Are you suggesting that we just stand by and watch the Covenant gla.s.s the planet?” ”No, sir.” His gaze dropped to the deck.

”We will do the best we can,” Commander Keyes said. ”In the meantime, remove all weapons system locks, order missile crews to readiness, warm up the MAC guns, and remove the safeties from one of our nukes.”

”Yes, sir!” Lieutenant Hikowa said.

An alarm sounded at ops. ”Reactor hysteresis approaching failure levels,” Lieutenant Hall reported. ”Superconducting magnets overloading. Coolant breakdown imminent.” ”Vent primary coolant and pump in the reserve tanks,” Commander Keyes ordered. ”That will buy us another five minutes.” ”Yes, sir.” Commander Keyes fumbled with his pipe. He didn't bother to light the thing, just chewed on the end.

Then he put it away. The nervous habit wasn't setting the right example for his bridge officers. He didn't have the luxury of showing his apprehension. The truth was, he was terrified. Four Covenant s.h.i.+ps would be an even match forseven destroyers. The best he could hope for was to get their attention and outrun them-hopefully distract them until the fleet got here. destroyers. The best he could hope for was to get their attention and outrun them-hopefully distract them until the fleet got here.

Of course . . . those Covenant s.h.i.+ps could outrun theIroquois as well. as well.

”Lieutenant Jaggers,” he said, ”initiate the Cole Protocol. Purge our navigation databases, and then generate an appropriate randomized exit vector from the Sigma Octa.n.u.s System.” ”Yes, sir.” He fumbled with his controls. He hung his head, steadied his hands, and slowly typed in the commands. ”Lieutenant Hall: make preparations to override reactor safeties.” His junior officers all paused for a second. ”Aye, sir,” Lieutenant Hall whispered. ”We're receiving a transmission from the system's edge,” Lieutenant Dominique announced.

”FrigatesAlliance and andGettysburg are on an inbound vector at maximum speed. ETA . . . one hour.” ”Good,” Commander Keyes said. That hour might as well be a month. This battle would be over in minutes. are on an inbound vector at maximum speed. ETA . . . one hour.” ”Good,” Commander Keyes said. That hour might as well be a month. This battle would be over in minutes.

He could not fight the enemy-he was severely outgunned. He couldn't outrun them, either. There had to be another option. Hadn't he always told his students that when you were out of options, then you were using the wrong tactics? You had to bend the rules. s.h.i.+ft perspective-anything to find a way out of a hopeless situation.

The black s.p.a.ce near Sigma Octa.n.u.s IV boiled and frothed with motes of green light. ”s.h.i.+ps entering normal s.p.a.ce,” Lieutenant Jaggers announced, panic tingeing his voice. Commander Keyes got to his feet. He had been wrong. There weren't four Covenant frigates. A pair of enemy frigates emerged from Slips.p.a.ce . . . escorting a destroyer and a carrier. His blood ran cold. He had seen battles in which a Covenant destroyer had made Swiss cheese of UNSC s.h.i.+ps. Its plasma torpedoes could boil through theIroquois ' two meters of t.i.tanium-A battleplate in seconds. Their weapons were light-years ahead of the UNSC's. ”Their weapons,” Commander Keyes muttered under his breath. Yes . . . he ' two meters of t.i.tanium-A battleplate in seconds. Their weapons were light-years ahead of the UNSC's. ”Their weapons,” Commander Keyes muttered under his breath. Yes . . . hedid have a third option. ”Continue at emergency speed,” he ordered, ”and come about to heading zero three two.” Lieutenant Jaggers swiveled in his seat. ”That will put us on collision course with their destroyer, sir.” ”I know,” Commander Keyes replied. ”In fact, I'm counting on doing just that.” have a third option. ”Continue at emergency speed,” he ordered, ”and come about to heading zero three two.” Lieutenant Jaggers swiveled in his seat. ”That will put us on collision course with their destroyer, sir.” ”I know,” Commander Keyes replied. ”In fact, I'm counting on doing just that.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

0320 Hours, July 17, 2552 (Military Calendar) / UNSCIroquois en route to Sigma Octa.n.u.s IV en route to Sigma Octa.n.u.s IV Commander Keyes stood with his hands behind his back and tried to look calm. Not an easy thing to do when his s.h.i.+p was on a collision course with a Covenant battlegroup. Inside, adrenaline raced through his blood and his pulse pounded.

He had to at leastappear in control for his crew. He was asking a lot from them . . . probably in control for his crew. He was asking a lot from them . . . probablyeverything , in fact. , in fact.

His junior officers watched their status monitors; they occasionally glanced nervously at him, but their gazes always drifted back to the center view screen.

The Covenant s.h.i.+ps looked like toys in the distance. It was dangerous to think of them as harmless, however. One slip, one underestimation of their tremendous firepower, and theIroquois would be destroyed. would be destroyed.

The alien carrier had three bulbous sections; its swollen center had thirteen launch bays. Commander Keyes had seen hundreds of fighters stream out of them before-fast, accurate, and deadly craft. Normally his s.h.i.+p's AI would handle point defense . . . only this time, there was no AI installed on theIroquois . .

The alien destroyer was a third again as ma.s.sive as theIroquois . She bristled with pulse laser turrets, insectlike antennae, and chitinous pods. The carrier and destroyer moved together . . . but not toward . She bristled with pulse laser turrets, insectlike antennae, and chitinous pods. The carrier and destroyer moved together . . . but not towardIroquois . They slowly drifted in-system toward Sigma Octa.n.u.s IV. . They slowly drifted in-system toward Sigma Octa.n.u.s IV.

Were they going to ignore him? Gla.s.s the planet without even bothering to swat him out of the way first?

The Covenant frigates, however, lagged behind. They turned in unison and their sides faced theIroquois -preparing for a broadside. Motes of red light appeared and swarmed toward the frigate's lateral lines, building into a solid stripe of h.e.l.lish illumination. -preparing for a broadside. Motes of red light appeared and swarmed toward the frigate's lateral lines, building into a solid stripe of h.e.l.lish illumination.

”Detecting high levels of beta particle radiation,” Lieutenant Dominique said. ”They're getting ready to fire their plasma weapons, Commander.”

”Course correction, sir?” Lieutenant Jaggers asked. His fingers tapped in a new heading bound out system. ”Stay on course.” It took all Commander Keyes' concentration to say that matter-of-factly. Lieutenant Jaggers turned and started to speak-but Commander Keyes didn't have time to address his concerns.

”Lieutenant Hikowa,” Commander Keyes said. ”Arm a s.h.i.+va missile. Remove all nuclear launch safety locks.” ”s.h.i.+va armed. Aye, Commander.” Lieutenant Hikowa's face was a mask of grim determination. ”Set the fuse on radio transmission code sequence detonation only. Disable proximity fuse. Stand by for a launch pilot program.” ”Sir?” Lieutenant Hikowa looked confused by his order, but then said, ”Sir! Yes, sir. Making it happen.” The alien frigates in the center of the view screen no longer looked remotely like toys to Commander Keyes. They looked real and larger every second. The red glow along their sides had become solid bands . . . almost too bright to look directly at. Commander Keyes picked up his data pad and quickly tapped in calculations: velocity, ma.s.s, and heading. He wished they had an AI online to double-check his figures. This amounted to no more than an educated guess. How long would it take theIroquois to orbit Sigma Octa.n.u.s IV? He got a number and cut it by 60 percent, knowing they'd either pick up speed . . . or be dead by the time it mattered. to orbit Sigma Octa.n.u.s IV? He got a number and cut it by 60 percent, knowing they'd either pick up speed . . . or be dead by the time it mattered.

”Lieutenant Hikowa, set the s.h.i.+va's course for mark one eight zero. Full burn for twelve seconds.” ”Aye, sir,” she said, tapped in the parameters, and locked them into the system. ”Missile ready, sir.” ”Sir!” Lieutenant Jaggers swiveled around and stood. His lips were drawn into a tight thin line. ”That course fires the missile directlyaway from our enemies.” ”I am aware of that, Lieutenant Jaggers. Sit down and await further orders.” Lieutenant Jaggers sat. He rubbed his temple with a trembling hand. His other hand balled into a fist. Commander Keyes linked to the NAV system and set a countdown timer on his data pad. Twenty-nine from our enemies.” ”I am aware of that, Lieutenant Jaggers. Sit down and await further orders.” Lieutenant Jaggers sat. He rubbed his temple with a trembling hand. His other hand balled into a fist. Commander Keyes linked to the NAV system and set a countdown timer on his data pad. Twenty-nine seconds. ”On my mark, Lieutenant Hikowa, launch that nuke . . . and not a moment before.” ”Aye, sir.” Her slender hand hovered over the control panel. ”MAC guns are still hot, Commander,” she reminded him.

”Divert the energy keeping the capacitors at full charge and route them to the engines,” Commander Keyes ordered. Lieutenant Hall said, ”Diverting now, sir.” She exchanged a glance with Lieutenant Hikowa. ”Engines now operating at one hundred fifty percent of rated output. Red line in two minutes.” ”Contact! Contact!” Lieutenant Dominique shouted. ”Enemy plasma torpedoes away, sir!” Scarlet lightning erupted from the alien frigates-twin bolts of fire streaked through the darkness. They looked as if they could burn s.p.a.ce itself. The torpedoes were on a direct course for theIroquois . .