Part 25 (1/2)
”We're going to make it!” Duncan said to the fallen Bashar, as if his friend could still hear him.
A giant torpedo-shaped Enemy vessel leapt forward. No human could possibly pilot a s.h.i.+p so swiftly, changing directions with g-forces that would snap bones like a handful of straw in a clenched fist. Burning its engines, the attacker exhausted all of its fuel in one burst of forward motion-throwing the craft directly into their path.
With his maneuvering already hampered, Duncan could not dodge in time. The no-s.h.i.+p was too huge, with too much inertia. Impossibly, the suicidal Enemy vessel sc.r.a.ped the lower hull of the Ithaca Ithaca, knocking it off course, damaging the engines yet again. The unexpected impact sent the no-s.h.i.+p spinning. The Enemy rammer tumbled and exploded, and the shock wave knocked them farther off course, out of control. . .back into the remaining strands of the net.
Duncan uttered a curse in dismay and rage.
Unable to fold s.p.a.ce, the no-s.h.i.+p dropped back, its engines whining. The bridge control panels blazed red, then went dim. A small internal explosion further damaged the Holtzman engines. The Ithaca Ithaca hung motionless in s.p.a.ce. Again. hung motionless in s.p.a.ce. Again.
”I'm sorry, Bashar,” Duncan said, heartbroken. With nothing else to do, he knelt beside the husk of his friend.
A message formed on the primary screen on the bridge, a powerful transmission from the surrounding battles.h.i.+ps. Even in his stunned sorrow, Duncan was surprised to see the true face of the Enemy at last.
The smooth flowmetal face of a sentient machine appeared on the screen. ”You are our prisoners. Your vessel is no longer capable of independent flight. We will deliver you to the evermind Omnius.”
Thinking machines!
Duncan struggled to understand what he was seeing and hearing. Omnius? The evermind? The Enemy, posing as a kindly old couple, were really thinking machines? Impossible! Thinking machines had been outlawed for thousands of years, and the last evermind had been destroyed in the Battle of Corrin at the end of the Butlerian Jihad.
Machines? Somehow allied with the new Face Dancers?
The Enemy s.h.i.+ps pounced like hyenas on a fresh carca.s.s.Some people complain of being haunted by their past. Utter nonsense! I revel in it.-BARON VLADIMIR HARKONNEN, the ghola
Trapped by the machine fleet, the Ithaca Ithaca was held captive with its engines damaged and weapons burned out. Duncan could do nothing but wait and mourn his dead friend. Consequences and memories roared around him. He moved methodically, relying on Mentat focus to perform even simple actions. was held captive with its engines damaged and weapons burned out. Duncan could do nothing but wait and mourn his dead friend. Consequences and memories roared around him. He moved methodically, relying on Mentat focus to perform even simple actions.
Sheeana was beside him on the navigation bridge. Though she prided herself in Bene Gesserit purity, holding all emotions at bay, she seemed profoundly troubled as the two of them picked up Teg's body from where it lay crumpled on the deck. Duncan couldn't believe how fragile and lightweight the Bashar's remains were. He seemed to be made of spiderwebs and sinew, dried leaves and hollow bone.
”Miles gave his life for all of us,” Duncan said.
”Two times,” she said.
Her remark made Duncan think of all the lives of his own he had given for the Atreides. In a raspy voice, he said, ”This time, the sacrifice was for nothing. Miles used up his entire life span to give us the repairs we needed, and I couldn't break us free. He shouldn't have done it.”
Sheeana fixed a hard look on him. ”He shouldn't have tried tried? We're humans. We have to try, no matter what the odds are. There are never any guarantees. Every action in life is a gamble. The Bashar fought to the last instant of his existence, because he believed there was a chance. I intend to do the same.”
Duncan looked down at the sunken, mummified face of his friend, remembering all the determination and hard training the old Bashar had given him when he was a young ghola. Sheeana was right. Even though Duncan hadn't been able to free the Ithaca Ithaca and let them escape, he and Miles had shown the Enemy that humans were unpredictable and resilient, that they were not to be underestimated. And it wasn't over yet. Instead of a simple capture, the thinking machines had been forced to sacrifice one of their largest battles.h.i.+ps simply to stop them. and let them escape, he and Miles had shown the Enemy that humans were unpredictable and resilient, that they were not to be underestimated. And it wasn't over yet. Instead of a simple capture, the thinking machines had been forced to sacrifice one of their largest battles.h.i.+ps simply to stop them.
”We'll take him to one of the small airlocks,” he announced. Since their every movement was now dictated by the Enemy s.h.i.+ps that dragged them along, it was pointless to remain at the controls. ”I have no intention of letting the thinking machines have him.”
The remnants of the Bashar would fly alone into the cosmos. The rest of them might be trapped, to be used in thinking-machine experiments, or for whatever reason the old man and woman had been pursuing them over the decades. But not Miles. This act would be another small victory-and enough small victories could win an entire war.
They arrived at one of the chambers, which Duncan recognized as the same airlock he had used to jettison Murbella's last possessions, items that had clung to him like cobwebs until he forced himself to let go. They placed the tragically lightweight husk of Teg's body inside the chamber and sealed it. Duncan looked through the observation port, saying his last goodbyes.
”It isn't the ceremony I would have imagined for him. Last time, the Bashar had all of Rakis for his funeral pyre. But there's no time.” Before he could have second thoughts, Duncan pushed the b.u.t.ton that evacuated the airlock, opening the outside hatch so that the body tumbled out into the void. ”We should summon everyone aboard the s.h.i.+p and prepare our defenses.”
”What defenses?”
He looked at her. ”Anything we can think of.”
SHOULDERED FORWARD BY a hundred thinking-machine vessels, the battered no-s.h.i.+p was forced down into Synchrony, where s.h.i.+fting buildings moved aside to form an acceptable place for the captured craft to land. The now-visible a hundred thinking-machine vessels, the battered no-s.h.i.+p was forced down into Synchrony, where s.h.i.+fting buildings moved aside to form an acceptable place for the captured craft to land. The now-visible Ithaca Ithaca descended like a trussed wild animal, the trophy of big game hunters. descended like a trussed wild animal, the trophy of big game hunters.
Baron Harkonnen thought it a glorious sight. From an extruded balcony in one of Omnius's capricious high towers, he studied the vessel as it descended. The no-s.h.i.+p's configuration was unfamiliar to him, ma.s.sive but not as intimidating as he'd imagined it would be. This design was much more organic and alien-looking than huge Guild Heighliners, deadly Sardaukar craft, House Harkonnen military vessels, or his own family frigates. It seemed to be convergent evolution, eerily similar to the flow-form curves of the thinking-machine structures.
Strange s.h.i.+p, strange pa.s.sengers.
According to initial reports from the machine scouts who had seized the no-s.h.i.+p, many of those aboard were gholas from his own past, annoyances resurrected from history, exactly as Erasmus had suspected-Lady Jessica, another Paul Atreides, a minor Swordmaster named Duncan Idaho, and who knew how many others? Gholas coughed up and spat out like wads of phlegm.
A keyed-up Paolo stood beside him on the balcony, facing the makes.h.i.+ft s.p.a.ceport that waited to accommodate the new vessel. ”Will we kill them all, Grandfather? I don't want there to be another Kwisatz Haderach. I'm supposed to be the only one. I should take the ultraspice that Khrone delivered right now.”
”I would have you do it if I could, dear boy, but Omnius won't permit that. Be patient. Even if there is another version of Paul Atreides aboard that no-s.h.i.+p, he's probably soft and compa.s.sionate. He doesn't have the advantage of being toughened by me. me.” The Baron's full lips curled down in distaste. Paolo himself didn't realize just how much of his fundamental personality had been changed. ”You will have no trouble defeating him.”
”I have already visualized it,” Paolo replied. ”Real, prescient dreams-and now I understand what is going to happen.”
”Then you have nothing to worry about.”
The Omnius-formed buildings swayed like reeds, then embraced the battered no-s.h.i.+p as it landed, pulling the Ithaca Ithaca down into a living metal cradle. The landing and lockdown process seemed interminable. Was it really necessary for so many structural braces to fold around the s.h.i.+p like claws? Considering the obvious damage to the engines, the captives could never find a way to launch the vessel again. However, Omnius had a penchant for doing things in a brute-force manner. The Baron could understand that. down into a living metal cradle. The landing and lockdown process seemed interminable. Was it really necessary for so many structural braces to fold around the s.h.i.+p like claws? Considering the obvious damage to the engines, the captives could never find a way to launch the vessel again. However, Omnius had a penchant for doing things in a brute-force manner. The Baron could understand that.
Presently Erasmus appeared on the balcony, once again disguised as a matronly old woman. Gazing dispa.s.sionately at the robot, the Baron announced, ”I will go aboard the no-s.h.i.+p. I want to be the first to”-his lips quirked in a smile-”greet our visitors.”
The old woman's eyes twinkled. ”Are you certain that would be wise, Baron? We aren't sure yet exactly who is aboard the vessel. You could be in peril if anyone recognizes you. In your past life, quite a few people were not entirely pleased with you.”
”I certainly don't intend to go unprotected! In fact, I expect you you to provide me with full security. Some of your sentinel robots, perhaps-or better yet, an armed contingent of Face Dancers. Paolo will remain here safe, but I to provide me with full security. Some of your sentinel robots, perhaps-or better yet, an armed contingent of Face Dancers. Paolo will remain here safe, but I will will go aboard.” He planted his hands on his hips. ”In fact, I demand it.” go aboard.” He planted his hands on his hips. ”In fact, I demand it.”
Erasmus seemed amused. ”In that case, we had better give you the Face Dancers. Go aboard, Baron, and be our amba.s.sador. I'm sure you will employ all the diplomacy the situation requires.”We shall face the Enemy, and die if we must die. My strong preference, however, is to kill kill what we must kill. what we must kill.-MOTHER COMMANDER MURBELLA, transmission to human defensive forces
Ten thousand Guilds.h.i.+ps against an infinite number of Enemy vessels.
For this confrontation, the Mother Commander had prepared all the warlords, political leaders and other self-proclaimed generals, as well as her ferocious Sisters-what remained of them. Spread out across the path of the oncoming thinking-machine forces, her human defenders dug themselves in.
Guildsmen had been rushed in at the last minute to help crew the numerous battles.h.i.+ps, launching them to their designated rendezvous points in s.p.a.ce. The untested military commanders were as ready as the Mother Commander could make them. Like ghost soldiers, redeyed refugees from planets already ground under the machine boot heel volunteered in droves. Each craft was loaded with Obliterators produced by the tireless Ixian factories.
Unfortunately, Omnius had been preparing for centuries.
Like a force of nature, the thinking machines advanced, not dodging or changing course, without regard to the strength of planetary defenses arrayed against them. They simply rolled over anything in their path.
For Murbella's plan to work, the line of Enemy s.h.i.+ps had to be stopped at every point, in every star system. No battleground was unimportant. She had divided her defenders into a hundred discrete groups of one hundred new Guild wars.h.i.+ps apiece. The battle groups were positioned at widely scattered but important points outside inhabited systems, ready to fend off the approaching Enemy.
As a last line of defense, Murbella's one hundred newly constructed vessels patrolled s.p.a.ce in the vicinity of Chapterhouse, along with a number of smaller, older vessels to flesh out the military force. They knew Omnius considered this planet a primary target. Waiting for the clash, the Mother Commander thought her new s.h.i.+ps looked magnificent, the line formidable. The fighters aboard were more confident than afraid.
By the New Sisterhood's best estimates, though, the thinking machines outnumbered them by more than a hundred to one.
To sh.o.r.e up their confidence, the fighters had all watched holos of the Ixian tests of the new Obliterators on dead Richese, admiring the ma.s.sive destructive force contained in each of the powerful weapons. Bene Gesserit observers had monitored the Ixian production lines, and technicians had verified the complex weapons after they were installed in Murbella's fleet. She clung to the hope that this line of last stands could turn into a rout for the forces of Omnius.