Star Strike: Book One of the Inheritance Trilogy (The Inheritance Trilogy, Book 1)

by Ian Douglas

  “Isn’t that a rather slender hope, General?” Devereaux demanded.

  “Not at all. According to our LP, the Republic forces have been paying no attention at all to the Gate. Even if they do pick up on what’s happening before our fleet is fully in place and ready to deploy, we anticipate being able to achieve local battlespace superiority in relatively short order. Their current fleet in the system consists of twelve ships. Of those, only two could properly be considered heavies—a monitor and a fleet carrier. The flagship appears to be a fast cruiser, and the rest of the ships are destroyers, escorts, frigates, and three supply-cargo vessels.

  “Because we’re trying to rescue our own personnel and because we wish to limit the scale of destruction, we intend to use Marine boarding tactics rather than ship-to-ship combat. That will give us our best chance to capturing the ships, freeing our people, and resolving the situation with relatively low casualties.”

  He kept to himself the corollary…that saving the lives of naval personnel on the ships of both sides meant spending the lives of a number of Marines, possibly a large number. The tactical situation, however, demanded it.

  “This is one instance where we absolutely need the Marines and their special capability in naval engagements,” he continued. He looked at Devereaux’s icon as he spoke, looking for a reaction, wishing again that he could read the emotion behind that bland, corona-haloed projection. “Modern space warfare is a notoriously all-or-nothing affair. Most missiles mount thermonuclear warheads. Beam weapons are designed to overpower shields and pick off point-defense batteries, so the nukes can get through. When a nuke gets through, usually, only a single one is necessary to obliterate the target vessel and everyone on board. That sort of thing would be very hard on the POWs we hope to rescue, and on the T.C. mutineers if they happen to be in the way. The Marines give us an alternative—the ability to burn our way on-board, capture or knock out the command centers, hijack their AI nets, and force each ship’s surrender.

  “We could launch a Marine strike solely with the personnel on board the strike carrier and on the assault transport, the assets that we will be sending through in the first translation. Tactical prudence, however, suggests that we wait until we have sufficient ships in place to provide us with decent fire support.

  “With that in mind, we will begin deploying our Marine strike forces immediately upon entry into the Puller system. We will not commit ourselves to the assault, however, until we have a naval force in-system that at least matches the PanEuropean fleet already present…say, a total of two to three translation runs. Are there any questions?”

  There were questions…most of them small and nagging and micromanaging bits of annoyance. The council appeared for the most part to have accepted at least the broad outlines of the plan. Technically, they couldn’t dictate strategy or tactics, but technically, also, the President could, in his guise as commander in chief of the Commonwealth’s armed forces. The council sought to understand the plan well enough to give the President decent feedback. And, slowly, thanks in part to the military and ex-military personnel within their number, and to their EA links to the Net, that understanding was forthcoming.

  But Alexander had tangled with politicians often enough to know that it was never that simple.

  Especially, he thought, when one of those politicians was Marie Devereaux.

  16

  0112.1102

  USMC Skybase

  LaGrange-3/Puller 695

  1750 hrs GMT

  Skybase drifted in empty space, alone and unattended, now, as the last of the supply and shuttle vessels pulled back to a safe distance. Most ships, and most especially the cis-Lunar tugs and more massive cargo vessels that had been servicing Skybase, used gravitic engineering both for their drives and to maintain artificial gravity on board. Such units warped and wrinkled the fabric of space, rendering useless the Skybase’s mathematical understanding of the local metric. From a distance of 10 kilometers, though, with drives switched off, the minor warping from the argrav generators was trivial enough to ignore.

  General Alexander was in his office on board Skybase, awaiting the translation to Puller 659, but he was linked in to the scene transmitted from the transport Aldebaran, the image electronically unfolded in his mind. From this vantage point, some 10 kilometers off, Skybase looked like a huge pair of dark gray dishes fastened face to face, rim to rim, with one side flattened, the other deeper and capped by a truncated dome. The structure’s surface looked smooth from this distance, but Alexander knew that up close its skin was a maze of towers, weapons mounts, sponsons, surface buildings, and trenches laid out in geometric patterns that gave it a rough and heavily textured look.

  The perimeter of the double saucer was broken in one place as though a squared-off bite had been taken from its rim, at the broad opening leading into Skybase’s hangar deck, a deep and gantry-lined entryway nearly 100 meters wide jokingly referred to as the garage door. Harsh light spilled from that opening, illuminating the gantry cranes and the massive shapes of the starships nestled inside.

  “Ten minutes,” an AI’s voice announced in his head. It wasn’t Cara, this time, but one of the battalion of artificial intelligences resident within the MIEF net, tasked with coordinating the entire operation.

  Was there anything else that needed to be done, anything forgotten? God help them all if there was. Alexander expected no serious trouble with the PanEuropeans at Puller, but after that, when they jumped through to Nova Aquila….

  Three days earlier, a fleet of gravitic tugs had gentled the behemoth clear of Dock 27 and into open space well beyond the outer ramparts of the outermost Earthring. Hours later, Skybase had translated to the fleet rendezvous area to begin the final loading. The gravimetric picture was complicated close to Earth and to the artificial gravity-twisting engineering of the Rings themselves, but the translation was a tiny one, only about a quarter of a million miles, from geosynch out to the Moon’s orbit. There’d been the faintest of shudders, and Skybase had quietly vanished from Earth synchorbit, to reappear a heartbeat later at L-3.

  L-3, the third of the five Earth-system LaGrange points, was located at the Moon’s orbit, but on the far side of Earth from the Moon’s current position, so that Luna was perpetually masked from view by the larger disk of Terra. The point was gravitationally metastable; the gravitational metric was relatively flat, here, with Earth and Moon always positioned in a straight and unchanging line, but ships or structures parked at L-3 still tended to drift away after a few-score days due to perturbations by the Sun and by other planets, especially Jupiter.

  However, that metastability would not affect Skybase, which wouldn’t be there long enough to be perturbed by much. The important thing was that local space was flat enough in terms of gravitational balances, providing a good starting point for the coordinate calculations that would allow Skybase to transit through a much, much longer jump, not through but past the Void.

  A jump of some 283 light-years, all the way out to Puller 659.

  For that transition, local space had to be as flat as could be managed, with a metric far less complex than the scramble of interpenetrating gravity fields found in geosynch. There could be no drift of Moon relative to the Earth, no hum of nearby artificial agrav fields, no space-bending pulse of a passing ship under Alcubierre Drive. L-3 was ideal as a jump-off point, as ideal as could be found, at any rate, this deep inside the Solar System.

  “There is something I do not understand,” Cara said as he watched the view of Skybase from the transport.

  “What’s that?”

  “The QST appears to be a highly efficient means of crossing interstellar distances,” the AI said. “I’m curious why more mobile habitats like Skybase have not been built.

  ”Alexander let the comment about being curious pass. From his first introduction to the EA years ago, Cara had continued to surprise him with what seemed to be a genuinely human range of behaviors. AIs weren’t supposed to exhibit curiosi
ty, but the more powerful ones did, indisputably.

  “Well, there are plans on the drawing boards,” Alexander said, “for true starships using Quantum Space Translation…but I don’t think any of them are funded for development yet. At least, not beyond the wouldn’t-it-be-nice stage.”

  “I have seen some of those plans on the Net,” Cara told him. “But you’re right. None has been funded past the initial research stage.”

  “The Arean Advanced Physics Institute has been using Skybase as a testbed to study paraspace,” Alexander said, “both to improve energy tap technology and to investigate the possibility of very long-range transport. But ships built around translation technology…they’d be damned expensive. They’d also have to be huge, to accommodate the necessary power taps and the translation drive itself. A lot of military decision-makers don’t think it’s feasible.”

  “Skybase is still considerably smaller than a typical Xul huntership,” the AI pointed out. “And it would be simple enough to mount gravitic drives to provide the necessary maneuverability for combat and in-system travel. A fleet of such vessels equipped as warships would be most formidable.”

  “And you want to know why we’re not developing such ships more…aggressively?”

  “Exactly. It is as though human governments, the people who make such decisions, do not realize the gravity of the Xul threat.”

  Alexander sighed. It was almost embarrassing admit-ting to the non-human artificial intelligence in his head what most senior military officers had lived with for their entire careers, worse, what humankind had lived with for centuries.

  “That’s a complicated question, Cara. I guess the short answer is…they know the Xul are a threat, sure, but after five centuries, they don’t seem to be an urgent threat. There are always more important things to attend to closer at hand.”

  “Even after the Xul incursion of 2314, when humankind was nearly annihilated?”

  Alexander shrugged. “But we weren’t, were we? Humans have a lot of trouble connecting with something that happened centuries ago…or that might not happen until centuries in the future. Download the history. Remember global warming? The fossil fuel crisis? The e-trans crisis? The genetic prosthesis crisis? The chaos of the nanotechnic revolution? If it doesn’t threaten us, immediately and personally, it’s someone else’s problem—especially if it’s government that has to take action to fix it. Hell, politicians have trouble keeping their focus on problems just from one election to the next. The Roman Senate probably had the same problem with the barbarian crisis three thousand years ago.”

  “But it is the politicians—specifically the Senate Military Appropriations Committee—that would be responsible for funding a fleet capable of fighting the Xul, is it not?”

  Cara sounded genuinely confused, and Alexander wondered how much of that was personality software miming human patterns, how much was genuine perplexity. There was no way to tell.

  “That’s right,” he said. “And they’re not eager to increase taxes just so the military can have some expensive new toys.” He hesitated. While Cara was his electronic assistant alone, she did share data with many other people, both civilian and military, and with innumerable other AIs. How well could he trust her not to share with the wrong people?

  The hell with it. They would be gone, soon, gone and far beyond the reach of anyone—officious bureaucrat, ass-covering general, or self-serving politician—who might object to him giving voice to his opinions. “The truth is, Cara, it’s not just the civilians who are a little slow on the uptake, sometimes. In fact, if the military really pushed for it, we would probably get those fancy new ships. The al-locations for the designing, for the building…hell, the shipyards at Earthring, at the Arean Rings, at Luna, at L-5, they’d all be falling all over themselves to win those contracts. And the civilian sector would profit with a whole new means of traveling between star systems.”

  “You’re saying the work would stimulate the economy.”

  “Definitely. Military contracts have always been a big factor in keeping the economy going. That’s one reason war was so hard to get rid of over the centuries.”

  “Why, then, would the military sector not wish to see these ships developed?”

  “Because the military sector has always been extremely conservative. They don’t trust new technology.”

  “But advanced technology has always won wars. The development of nuclear weapons to end World War II, for instance, would be a case in point.”

  “Which actually began as a civilian initiative, instigated by the U.S. President at the time when he learned that the enemy had a chance of developing those weapons first. But check your historical files. Naval vessels continued to have masts for decades after the steam engine made sails obsolete. When General Custer’s command was wiped out at the Little Bighorn, the native forces attacking him were armed with repeating rifles; most of Custer’s men were not, because the military bureaucracy of the time was convinced that repeaters wasted ammunition. Custer also left behind a couple of Gatling guns—primitive machine guns—because they slowed up his column. In other words…he refused to change his tactics to take advantage of new technological developments.

  “Later, navies continued to cling to the battleship even after repeated demonstrations that they didn’t stand a chance against carrier-based aircraft. Then they clung to carriers after orbital railguns and microcruise missiles made those monsters into fat, wallowing targets. Two centuries after that, Marines were still being issued slug-throwers as standard weapons because of concerns about the reliability of lasers and man-portable batteries under combat conditions. As a rule, military leaders don’t like anything new or different.”

  “But why would that be, given that change is the essence of history?”

  “Major changes in how we do things usually means waiting around until the last generation dies off. It’s a basic truism of military history: we’re always ready to fight the last war, and the methods and tactics of the next war always catch us by surprise.”

  “That would seem to be a depressing philosophy for someone in your line of work, General,” Cara told him. “Or do you embrace such conservative viewpoints as well?”

  He thought about that one for a moment. “There are never any absolutes in this business,” he told the AI. “No blacks or whites. In point of fact, space-combat doctrine right now favors lights over heavies.”

  “You refer to the tactical doctrine of using many small, cheap, and expendable spacecraft, rather than a few large and expensive ones.”

  “Exactly. A Skydragon masses less than a hundred tons, and can still carry a dozen long-range missiles with thermonuclear warheads. One such warhead can cripple or even destroy a hundred-thousand-ton battlecruiser, if it gets through the point defense field. The powers-that-be are perfectly happy to sacrifice a few Skydragon squadrons in exchange for a high-value heavy, no problem.” He felt his own bitterness rising as he said that. “It remains to be seen if being able to translate ships as big as Skybase makes it worthwhile changing tactical doctrines.”

  “It seems that there is a certain inertia resident within any given approach to warfare,” Cara observed. “Once a government is committed to a given way of doing things, it is difficult to change.”

  “You could say that.” He sighed. “In fact, the conservative factions are usually right in holding on to the tried and true…up to a point. We know what works, so we stick to that. If it’s not broken, don’t fix it, don’t risk creating a real mess.

  “But…and this may be the single most important ‘but’ in any military leader’s lexicon, we must be aware that change—technological change, social and cultural change, demographic change, religious change, political change—all of them are going on around us all the time, even when we don’t actually see it happening. If we get so mired in the past that we don’t see the next new wave coming, if we can’t recognize it in time to adapt, then we’re doomed to go the way of the dodo, the eleph
ant, and the blue whale, a dead-end trap and ultimate extinction.”

  “It still seems short-sighted to ignore the potential for this type of interstellar transport,” Cara observed.

  “Cara, I couldn’t agree more. Maybe, if Operation Lafayette and Operation Gorgon are both successful, if Skybase really shows her stuff out there, that by itself will nudge things along in a positive direction. At least we can hope.”

  “Hope is one aspect of humanity I’ve never been able to fully understand,” Cara told him.

  “Three minutes,” another AI’s voice announced. Pure imagination, really, but to Alexander it seemed that he could sense the gathering of energy within the bulk of Skybase. Windows open to one side in his mind showed that all of the base systems were standing ready, all personnel at battle stations, the antimatter reactors at the station’s core already pouring terawatts of energy into the slender channel now opening into the Quantum Sea.

  “Cara,” he said in his mind, “has there been any word from the Puller listening post?”

  “Not for eight days, five hours, twenty-seven minutes,” the AI told him. “Lieutenant Fitzpatrick’s last report indicated a possibility of failing power systems, however. He may not be able to communicate.”

  “QCC units don’t need much power,” Alexander said. “And they can’t be tapped or intercepted. If he’s not able to communicate, it’s because the PEs found him…or his life-support systems failed.” He watched the inner panorama, of Skybase adrift against a star-scattered emptiness, for another moment. “I don’t like jumping into an unknown tacsit,” he said at last.

  “We’ve known there would be considerable risk, General. The connection with Lieutenant Fitzpatrick has been tenuous and intermittent ever since the PanEuropean fleet entered the Puller system.”