Part 85 (1/2)
”Now!”
That was definitely Sa.s.sinak, no doubt about it. This is not like 1 imagined it would be, he thought. His memory reminded him tiiat so far it never had been. Helmet on, connections made. He looked at the fat red b.u.t.ton and pushed it, then got his hands on the other controls just as the shuttle surged up, sucking a good bit of the landfill's carefully planted gra.s.s in its wake.
He was high over the city in moments, balancing on a delicate combination of atmospheric and insystem drives. He had time to enjoy the knowledge that he had made a perfect liftoff and was doing a superb job now in precisely the right position.
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shuttle's nav computer, now showed a red circle on a displayed map that matched what he could see below. Hard to believe that beneath that vast warehouse a silo poked into the ground ready to launch a fast yacht. But the displays were changing color. The IR scan showed the change first as the warehouse roof sections lifted away. Then the targeting lasers picked up the vibrations, translated as seismic activity.
The inner barriers lifted and the yacht's nose poked out, rising slowly, slowly. As if on an elevator lift, then faster, then . . . Tim remembered he was supposed to give one official warning and poked the b.u.t.ton to turn on the pre-recorded tape. Sa.s.sinak had not wanted to trust his impromptu style.
”FSP Shuttlecraft Seeker to s.h.i.+p in liftoff. You are under arrest. Proceed directly to shuttleport. You have been warned.”
Sa.s.sinak had said they could divert to the shuttleport, even immediately after liftoff. But she didn't think they would.
”Don't even try it, Tiny!” came the reply from the yacht. ”You haven't got a chance.”
He hoped that wasn't true. Supposedly, the constraints of taking off from a silo meant that the most common weapons systems couldn't be mounted until after the yacht was out of the atmosphere in steady flight. And his s.h.i.+elds should deflect all but heavy a.s.saults. The problem was how to stop the yacht. Shuttles were just that-shuttles-not fighter craft. He had a tractor beam which was not nearly powerful enough to slow the yacht and a midrange beamer designed to clear brush when landing in uncleared terrain. Could he disable the yacht's instrument cone? That's what Ford had suggested.
He got the targeting lasers fixed on the yacht's bow as he kept the shuttle in alignment, and pressed the firing stud. A line of light appeared, splashed harmlessly along the yacht's s.h.i.+elds. It wasn't supposed to have s.h.i.+elds. They were high in the atmosphere now. His displays told him the yacht should be planning to release its ma.s.sive solid-fuel engine. This didn't worry .
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him because the more ma.s.sive yacht, with its limited drive system, could not possibly outmaneuver a Fleet shuttle as long as it stayed below lightspeed. But he still could not figure out how to stop it- If it made the transition to FTL, he could not follow.
Of course he could ram it. No s.h.i.+elds on a s.h.i.+p that size could withstand the strain if he intercepted at high velocity. But what if he missed? How could he keep track of it, keep it from going into FTL, if he couldn't stop it cold? The yacht's booster separated and it surged higher. Tim sent the shuttle after it. What if it had more power then they'd thought? What if it could distance the shuttle? Then it would be free to go into FTL and disappear forever and he ... he would get to explain his failure to Commander Sa.s.sinak.
Who had not explained, this time, exactly what to do. Who was not in her cruiser, this time, ready to come to his rescue. He found he was sweating, his breath short. He had to do something and, except by a land of blind instinct, he had never been good at picking alternatives. The yacht opened a margin on him. Tim uttered a silent prayer to G.o.ds he couldn't name and redlined the shuttle to catch back up to it. If he was right... if he could remember how to do this ... if nothing went wrong, there was a way to keep that yacht from making a jump. If things did go wrong, he wouldn't know it.
Sa.s.sinak picked herself out of the tangle of bodies with a groan. A dull ache in her leg promised to develop into real pain as soon as she paid attention to it. Tim should be on his way. Arly was out there somewhere doing something with the invasion fleet. And here . . - here was death and pain and carnage. One Lethi delegate smashed into amber splinters and dust that stank of suHur compounds. A Ryxi whimpering as its broken leg twitched repeatedly. The singed feathers on its back added another noxious reek to the chamber. Aygar? Aygar lay sprawled, motionless, but Lunzie knelt beside him and nodded encouragingly as she looked up. Ford, gray around the mouth, held out his blistered hands for the medics as they sprayed a pale-green foam on diem.
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Sa.s.sinak limped over to Lunzie and thought about sitting down beside her. Better not. She didn't think she could get back up. ”How bad is he?”
”Near as I can tell, a stunner beam got him. Not too badly. He should wake up miserable within an hour. What else?” Lunzie still had that intense stare of someone in full Discipline.
”The Paraden representatives here, the ones in the guest box, got away. To their yacht.”
”Blast it!” Lunzie looked ready to smash through walls barehanded.
”Never mind. I had a trap for them.”
”You . . . ?”
Sa.s.sinak explained briefly, looking around as she did. The surviving delegates were safely sealed into their places. She could just see them watching her. What must they be thinking? And what should she do?
”Sa.s.sinak. A statement?” One of the students had come down to the floor, with a camera on his shoulder. So they had secured the newslines. She frowned, trying to clear her mind, to think. She felt the weight of it all on her. She glanced around for Coromell who should, as the senior, make any statements. Then she saw his crumpled body in the unmistakable posture of the dead.
”I ... Just a moment.” Had Lunzie seen? What would she do? She touched Lunzie's shoulder. ”Did you know? Coromell?”
Lunzie nodded. ”Yes. I saw it. I'd just gone to full Discipline. Couldn't save him . . . and he was so decent.” She blinked back tears. ”I can't cry now, and besides ...”
”Right.”
Coromell dead. The Speaker dead. The Justices, if not dead, at least unable to take over. Someone had to do it. She limped up the step to the Speaker's podium and stepped gingerly between the bodies that lay at its foot: the Speaker, who had reminded her of her first captain, and the Diplonian delegate she herself had killed. The Speaker's podium had had status screens, an array of controls to record votes, and grant the right to speak. But none of that worked. Her own shots, most .
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likely, had shattered the screens. Still, it was the right place, and she stood behind it as the student with the camera moved in for a close shot. She could imagine what it looked like. A tired, rumpled Fleet officer in front of the Federation s.h.i.+eld, the very image of a military coup, the end of peace and freedom. But she would do better than that.
”Delegates, Justices, Citizens of the Federation of Sentient Planets,” she began. ”This Federation, this peaceful alliance of many races, will survive ...”
Arly, in the command seat on Zaid-Dayan's bridge, had the best view of what happened next. Although the Central System's defenses were concentrated along the three most common approaches from other sectors, the Seti had not chosen an alternative route. They had counted on most of the defenses being knocked out by collaborators. Once she realized that their approach was in feet along a mapped path, she had been able to use the Zaid-Dayan's capabilities against them.
At first she had used the defense satellites as cover, taking out two of the flanking escorts, and one medium cruiser as if the satellites had been active. So far, the Seti commanders had a.s.sumed that the losses were, in fact, due to pa.s.sive defense systems that had escaped inactivation. At least, that's what her Ssli told her they were thinking. She hoped they were also wondering tf their human allies were double-crossing them.
When that got too dangerous-for the Seti clearly knew exactly where such installations were and they began attacking them-she used the stealth capability and the Ssli's precision control of tiny FTL hops to disappear and reappear unpredictably, firing off a few missiles each time at the nearest s.h.i.+p, and then vanis.h.i.+ng again. She could not actually destroy die invaders, not with one cruiser, but she could inflict serious losses.
Now they were well into the system, inside the outer ranks of defenses, still in numbers large enough to threaten all the inhabited planets. It would be another day or more before any Fleet vessels could arrive, a.s.suming the nearest had come at once on receipt of 334.
the mayday. By then FedCentral might be in range of the Seti s.h.i.+ps.
She was just considering whether to sacrifice the s.h.i.+p by going in for close combat for she thought she might do 3ie Seti flags.h.i.+p enough damage to force the invaders to slow, when the scans went crazy, doppler displays racing through color sequences, alarms flas.h.i.+ng. Then the s.h.i.+p's drive indicators rose slowly from green to yellow with some strain as if a ma.s.sive object had appeared not far off.
”Thek,” said the very pale Weft, its form wavering before it steadied back to human.
”Thek?”
She had seen before the way Thek moved, and how it seemed to violate a lifetime's a.s.sumptions about matter and s.p.a.ce. She had just not realized that her instruments felt the same way about it.
”Many, many Thek. They . . . more or less vacuum packed the Seti fleet.”
The sensors reported the right density and ma.s.s for more Tliek than Arly had ever seen, but what she thought of was Dupaynil. Dupaynti being squashed by granite pyramids.
”No,” said die Weft, shaking his head. ”Not that s.h.i.+p. TTiat one's whole, but can't maneuver. The Thek have made it quite clear to the Seti that their prisoners had best stay healthy.”
”What about us?” After all, humans had been involved in the plot, too.
”We're free to go, although they'd prefer that we picked up the prisoners from that Seti s.h.i.+p.”
”Fine with me. I'm not arguing with flying rocks.” She hoped the Thek wouldn't consider that disrespect-fill. ”Are you . . . talking with them?”
He looked surprised. ”Of course. You know we're special to them. They think we're ... I suppose you'd say, cute.”
”No one ever told me that you Wefts could talk to Tliek.”
”Not that many know we're telepathic with some humans, or most Ssli.”