The Armageddon Inheritance fe-2

by David Weber

  “We’ve learned a great deal as a result, and, though there are still huge holes in our knowledge, I’ll attempt to summarize our findings. Please bear with me if I seem to wander a bit afield. I assure you, it’s pertinent.

  “The Achuultani, or the People of the Nest of Aku’Ultan, are—exclusively, so far as we can determine—a warrior race. Judging from some of Brashieel’s counter-questions, they know absolutely nothing about any other sentient race. They’ve spent millions of years hunting them down and destroying them, yet they’ve learned nothing—literally nothing—about any of them. It’s almost as if they fear communicating might somehow corrupt their great purpose. And that purpose is neither less nor more than the defense of the Nest of Aku’Ultan.”

  A few eyebrows rose, and Hector shook his head.

  “I found it hard to believe at first myself, but that’s precisely how they see it, because at some point in their past they encountered another race, one their records call ‘the Great Nest-Killers.’ How they met, why war broke out, what weapons were used, even where the war was fought, we do not know. What we do know is that there were once many ‘nests.’ These might be thought of as clans or tribes, but they consisted of millions and even billions of Achuultani. Of all those nests, only the Aku’Ultan survived, and only because they fled. From what we’ve learned, we’re inclined to believe they fled to an entirely different galaxy—our own—to find safety.

  “After their flight, the Achuultani organized to defend themselves against pursuit, just as the Imperium organized to fight the Achuultani themselves. And just as the Imperium sent out probes searching for the Achuultani, the Achuultani searched for the Great Nest-Killers. Like our ancestors, they never found their enemy. Unlike our ancestors, they did find other sentient life forms. And because they regarded all other life forms as threats to their very existence, they destroyed them.”

  He paused, and there was a deep silence.

  “That’s what we’re up against: a race which offers no quarter because it knows it will receive none. I don’t say it’s a situation which can never be changed, but clearly it’s one we cannot hope will change in time to save us.

  “On another level, there are things about the Aku’Ultan we don’t pretend to understand.

  “First, there are no female Achuultani.” Several people looked at him in open disbelief, and he shrugged. “It sounds bizarre, but so far as we can tell, there isn’t even a feminine gender in their language, which is all the more baffling in light of the fact that our prisoner is a fully functional male. Not a hermaphrodite, but a male. Fleet Captain Cohanna suggests this may indicate they reproduce by artificial means, which might explain why we see so little variation among them and, perhaps, their apparent lack of evolutionary change. It does not explain why any race, especially one as driven to survive as this one, should make the extraordinary decision to abandon all possibility of natural procreation. We asked Brashieel about this and got a totally baffled response. He simply didn’t understand the question. It hadn’t even occurred to him that we have two sexes, and he has no idea at all what that means to our psychology or our civilization.

  “Second, the Nest is an extremely rigid, caste-oriented society dominated by the High Lords of the Nest and headed by the Nest Lord, the highest of the high, absolute ruler of all Achuultani. Exactly how High Lords and Nest Lords are chosen was none of Brashieel’s business. As nearly as we can tell, he was never even curious. It was simply the way things were.

  “Third, the Aku’Ultan inhabit relatively few worlds; most of them are always away aboard the fleets of their ‘Great Visits,’ sweeping the galaxy for ‘nest-killers’ and destroying them. The few planets they inhabit seem to be much further away than the Imperium ever suspected, which is probably why they were never found, and the Achuultani appear to be migratory, abandoning star systems as they deplete them to construct their warships. We don’t know exactly where they are; that information wasn’t in Vindicator’s computers or, if it was, was destroyed before we took them. From what we’ve been able to determine, however, they appear to be moving to the galactic east. This would mean they’re constantly moving away from us, which may also help to explain the irregular frequency of their incursions in our direction.

  “Fourth, the Nest’s social and military actions follow patterns which, as far as we can tell, have never altered in their racial memory. Frankly, this is the most hopeful point we’ve discovered. We now know how their ‘great visits’ work and how to derail the process for quite some time.”

  “We do?” Gerald Hatcher scratched his nose thoughtfully. “And just how do we do that, Hector?”

  “We stop this incursion,” MacMahan said simply. There was a mutter of uneasy laughter, and he smiled very slightly. “No, I mean it.

  “The Achuultani possess no means of interstellar FTL communication other than by ship. How they could’ve been around this long and not developed one is beyond me, but they haven’t, which means that once a ‘great visit’ is launched, they don’t expect to hear anything from it until it gets back.”

  “That’s good news, anyway,” Hatcher agreed.

  “Yes, it is. Especially in light of some of their other limitations. Their best n-space speed is twenty-eight percent of light-speed, and they use only the lower, slower hyper bands—again, we don’t understand why, but let’s be grateful—which limits their best supralight speed to forty-eight lights; seven percent of what Dahak can turn out, six percent of what the Guard can turn out under Enchanach Drive, and two percent of what it can turn out in hyper. That means they take a long time to complete an incursion. Of course, unlike Enchanach Drive, there’s a time dilation effect in hyper, and the lower your band, the greater the dilation, which means their voyages take a lot less time subjectively, but Brashieel’s ship had already come something like fourteen thousand light-years to reach Sol. So if the incursion sent a courier home tomorrow, he’d take just under three centuries to get there. Which means, ladies and gentlemen, that if we stop them, we’ve got almost six hundred years before a new ‘great visit’ can get back here. And that we know where to go looking for them in the meantime.”

  A soft growl came from the assembled officers as they visualized what they could do with five or six centuries to work with.

  “I’m glad to hear that, Hector,” Hatcher said carefully, “but it leaves us with the little matter of three million or so ships coming at us right now.”

  “True,” Colin said, waving MacMahan back down. “But we’ve learned a little—less than we’d like, but a little—about their strategic doctrine.

  “First, we have a bit more time than we’d thought. The incursion is divided into three major groups: two main formations and a host of sub-formations of scouts which do most of the killing. The larger formations are mainly to back up the scout forces, each of which operates on a different axis of advance. Aside from the one which already hit us, they’re unlikely to hit anything but dead planets as far as we’re concerned, and a half-dozen crewed Asgerds could deal with any of them. If we can stop the main incursion, we’ll have plenty of time to hunt them down and pick them off.

  “The real bad news is coming at us in two parts. The first—what I think of as the ‘vanguard’—is about one and a quarter million ships, advancing fairly slowly from rendezvous to rendezvous in n-space to permit scouts to send back couriers to report. We may assume one’s already been dispatched from Sol, but it can’t pass its message until the vanguard drops out of hyper at the rendezvous, thirty-six Achuultani light-years from Sol. Given the difference in length between our years and theirs, that’s about forty-six-point-eight of our light-years. The vanguard won’t reach their rendezvous for another three months; we can be there in about three and a half weeks with Dahak, and a hell of a lot less than that for the Guard in hyper.

  “And take on a million ships when you get there?” Hatcher said.

  “Tough odds, but I’ve got a mousetrap planned that should take them out. Un
fortunately, it’ll only work once.

  “That’s our problem. Even if we zap the vanguard, that still leaves what I think of as the ‘main body’: almost as numerous and with some really big mothers, under their supreme commander, a Great Lord Tharno.

  “Now, the vanguard and main body actually keep changing relative position—they ‘leapfrog’ as they advance—and their rendezvous are much more tightly spaced than the scouts’ are. Again, this is to allow for communication; the scouts can’t pass messages laterally, and they only send one back to the closest main fleet rendezvous if they hit trouble, but the leading main formation sends couriers back to the trailing formation at each stop. If there’s really bad news, the lead force calls the trailer forward to link up, but only after investigating to be sure they need help, since it plays hell with their schedules. In any case, however, at least one courier is always sent back and there’s a minimum interval of about five months before the trailer can come up. With me so far?”

  There were nods, and he smiled grimly.

  “All right, that’s our major strategic advantage: their coordination stinks. Because they use hyper drives, their ships have to stay in hyper once they go into it until they reach their destination. And because their maximum fold-space com range is barely a light-year, the rear components of their fleet always jump to the origin point of the last message from the lead formation. Even in emergencies, the follow-on echelon has to jump to to almost exactly the same point, assuming they mean to coordinate with the leaders, because with their miserable communications they can’t find each other if they don’t.”

  “Which means,” Marshal Tsien said thoughtfully, “that your own ships may be able to ambush their formations as they emerge from hyper.”

  “Exactly, Marshal. What we hope to do is mousetrap the vanguard and wipe it out; I think we’ll get away with that, but we don’t know where the rendezvous point before this one is. That means we can’t stop the vanguard’s couriers from telling Lord Tharno about our trap, meaning that the main body will be alerted and ready when it comes out.

  “So we probably will have to fight the main body. That pits seventy-eight of us against one-point-two million of them: about fifteen thousand to one.”

  Someone swallowed audibly, and Colin smiled that grim smile again.

  “I think we can take them. We may lose a lot of ships, but we ought to be able to swing it if they pop into n-space where we expect them.”

  A long silence dragged out. Marshal Tsien broke it at length.

  “Forgive me, but I do not see how you can do it.”

  “I’m not certain we can, Marshal,” Colin said frankly. “I am certain that we have a chance, and that we can destroy at least half and more probably two-thirds of their force. If that’s all we accomplish, we may not save Earth, but we will save Birhat and the refugees headed there. That, Marshal Tsien—” he met the huge man’s eyes “—is why I’m so relieved to know we’re sending one of our best people to take over Bia’s defenses.”

  “I am honored by your confidence, Your Majesty, yet I fear you have set yourself an impossible task. You have only fifteen partially-manned warships—sixteen counting Dahak.”

  “But Dahak is our ace in the hole. Unlike the rest of us, he can fight all of our unmanned ships with full efficiency as long as he’s in fold-space range of them.”

  “And if something happens to him, Your Majesty?” Tsien asked quietly.

  “Then, Marshal Tsien,” Colin said just as quietly, “I hope to hell you have Bia in shape by the time the incursion gets there.”

  Chapter Twenty

  “Hyper wake coming in from Sol, ma’am.”

  Adrienne Robbins, Lady Nergal (and it still felt weird to be a noble of an empire which had died forty-five thousand years ago), nodded and watched Herdan’s holographic projection. The F5 star Terran astronomers knew as Zeta Trianguli Australis was a diamond chip five light-years astern, and the blood-red hyper trace indicator flashed almost on a line with it.

  Adrienne’s stupendous command floated with three other starships, yet alone and lonely. The four of them were deployed to cover almost a cubic light-year of space, and Tamman’s Royal Birhat was already moving to intercept. Well, that was all right; she’d killed enough Achuultani at the Siege of Earth.

  “Captain, we’ve got a very faint wake coming in from the east, too,” her plotting officer said, and Lady Adrienne frowned. That had to be the Achuultani vanguard, and it was way ahead of schedule.

  “Emergence times?”

  “Bogey One will emerge into n-space in approximately seven hours twelve minutes, ma’am; make it oh-two-twenty zulu,” Fleet Commander Oliver Weinstein said. “Bogey Two’s a real monster to show up at this range at all. We’ve got a good hundred hours before they emerge, maybe as much as five days. I’ll be able to refine that in a couple of hours.”

  “Do that, Ollie,” she said, relaxing again. The vanguard wasn’t as far ahead of schedule as she’d feared, just a bigger, more visible target than anticipated.

  Adrienne sighed. It had been easier to command Nergal. The battleship’s computers had been no smarter than Herdan’s, but they’d had nowhere near as much to do. If she’d needed to, she could be anywhere in the net through her neural feed, but Herdan was just too damned big. Even with six thousand crewmen aboard, less than five percent of her duty stations were manned. They could get by—barely—with that kind of stretch, but it was a bitch and a half. If only this ship were half as smart—hell, even a tenth as smart!—as Dahak. But they had only one Dahak, and he couldn’t be committed to this job.

  “Herdan,” she said aloud.

  “Yes, Captain?” a soft soprano replied, and Adrienne’s mouth curled in a reflexive smile. It was silly for a ship named for the Empire’s greatest emperor to sound like a teenaged girl, but apparently the fashion in the late Empire had been to give computers female voices, and hang the gender.

  “Assume Bogey Two has scanners fifty percent more efficient than those of the scouts which attacked Earth and will emerge into n-space twelve hours from now. Compute probability Bogey Two will be able to detect detonation of Mark-Seventy gravitonic warheads at spatial and temporal loci of Bogey One’s projected emergence into n-space.”

  “Computing.” There was a brief pause. “Probability approaches zero.”

  “How closely?”

  “Probability is one times ten to the minus thirty-second,” Herdan responded. “Plus or minus two percent.”

  “Well, that’s pretty close to zero at that, I guess,” Adrienne murmured.

  “Comment not understood.”

  “Ignore last comment,” Adrienne replied, suppressing a sigh. It wasn’t Herdan’s fault she was an idiot, but after talking to Dahak—

  “Acknowledged,” Herdan said, and Lady Adrienne pressed her lips firmly together.

  “Scout emergence into n-space in fourteen minutes, sir.”

  “Thank you, Janet,” Senior Fleet Captain Tamman said, wishing he could share his tension with Amanda, and wasn’t that a silly thought when he’d taken such pains to insure that he couldn’t? Well, he admitted, “pains” was the wrong word, but he’d only gotten away with it because he’d found out about Colin’s compulsory personnel orders assigning all pregnant Fleet personnel to the Operation Dunkirk crews a good month before Amanda had.

  He thought she would forgive him someday, but he’d almost lost her once in La Paz, and then a rifle slug went right through her visor aboard Vindicator. It was only the Maker’s own grace it hadn’t shattered, and she’d used up most of her helmet sealant and all of her luck. He was taking no chances this time.

  “Emergence in five minutes,” Janet Santino said politely, and Tamman shook his head. Woolgathering, by the Maker!

  “Come to Red One,” he said, and his command staff settled into even more intimate communion with their consoles. His own eyes focused dreamily on the red circle delineating their target’s locus of emergence, barely twenty light-seconds
from their present position, while his brain concentrated on his neural feed, “seeing” directly through Birhat’s superb scanners.

  That courier had done a bang-up job of timing its jump, given the crudity of its computers, to hit this close to an exact rendezvous with the vanguard.

  “Emergence in one minute,” Santini said.

  “Alpha Battery,” Tamman said gently, “you are authorized to fire the moment you have a firm track.”

  “Emergence in thirty seconds. Fifteen. Ten. Five. Now!”

  The red circle suddenly held a tiny red dot. There was a brief, eternal heartbeat of tension, and then the missiles fired.

  They were sublight in order to home, but only barely so. They flashed across the display, and the dot vanished without fuss or bother, twenty kilometers of starship ripped apart by gravitonic warheads it had probably never even seen coming.

  “Target,” Birhat’s velvety contralto purred, “destroyed.”

  “Thank you, Darling,” someone murmured. “I hope it was good for you, too.”

  “Well, that’s the first hurdle,” Colin said as he digested Tamman’s brief hypercom transmission.

  “As thou sayst,” Jiltanith agreed.

  Colin nodded and looked around, admiring Dahak Two’s spacious command deck and awesome instrumentation, and knew he would trade it all in a heartbeat for Dahak’s outmoded bridge. Not that Two wasn’t a fantastic fighting machine; she just wasn’t Dahak. But Dahak couldn’t fly this mission, and Colin refused to send his people to fight without him. Assuming anyone survived the next few months, that might be something he’d have to get used to. For now, it wasn’t.

  At the moment, Two was tearing through space at better than eight hundred times light-speed. Herdan was closest to the vanguard’s projected emergence, and the ships which had spread out to cover the courier’s probable emergence points hurried toward her. They could have made the trip in a fraction of the time in hyper, but then the vanguard might have seen them coming.