The CEO finally found his voice again. “Why are you telling me all this?”
“I am fulfilling my obligations under the rules of war,” Geary stated in a slow, firm voice, “as well as the obligations incurred by my personal honor and the honor of my ancestors. Now, one last thing.” Geary leaned forward. “Once you are back in communication with your superiors, please inform them that any other Syndicate Worlds force that attempts to engage this fleet will suffer the same fate as yours.”
The CEO just stared back for a long moment. “Who are you?” he finally asked in a voice so dry it was almost unintelligible.
“You know who I am. I saw you recognize me.”
“You’re—He’s dead!”
“No. I’m not.” Geary jabbed a finger at the CEO’s image. “My name is John Geary. I used to be known as Black Jack Geary a long time ago. I’m in command of this fleet now, and I’m taking it home. Anyone who wishes to try to stop this fleet will have to deal with me.”
Geary could see several of the Syndic personnel within the CEO’s escape pod make sudden gestures over their chests. It took a moment, then he realized they were making ancient warding signs against forces of darkness. Believe that if you want, as long as it makes you afraid to mess with this fleet again.
But it ought to bother me more to see it. Is what Co-President Rione said true? Am I starting to like being regarded as something more than human?
After a victory like this, am I going to start believing it myself? He nodded to the Syndic CEO. “No offense, but hopefully we won’t meet again until this war is ended.” Then he broke the connection and stared at the space where the CEO’s image had been.
Maybe a little reality check will keep me grounded. Geary worked the controls on his display until he got a readout of the losses the Alliance fleet had suffered. He gazed at the report, then punched his controls again. “Are loss reports still coming in?”
Captain Desjani looked surprised at the question. “Loss reports are updated continuously based on ship status feeds.”
“This can’t be right.”
She called up the same data. “I don’t see any indications the data stream has been compromised. Communications watch, double-check the ship status feeds to ensure we’re getting everything.”
“Yes, ma’am.” A minute later, the watch gave his report. “No problems with the ship status feeds, Captain. All feeds confirmed active, except for those feeds lost due to loss of the ship.”
Desjani gave Geary a long look. “It was an amazingly one-sided battle,” she noted. “I find the results hard to believe myself, but that is an accurate tally of our losses and damage throughout the fleet.”
“Thank the living stars.” Geary ran his eyes over the list again, the gratifyingly short list, of ship losses suffered by the Alliance fleet. “That’s the way it’s supposed to work. In theory. By taking full advantage of our superior numbers, exploiting the weaknesses of the enemy formation, and concentrating fire at the decisive point, we overwhelmed the Syndic ships and prevented them from doing the same to us. It didn’t hurt that the Syndic commander fought stupidly.”
“I believe he assumed we’d fight the same way we have in the past.” Desjani noted, shaking her head in apparent disbelief. “I never would’ve believed the difference it made.”
“If courage alone decided battles, the course of human history would’ve been a lot different.” Geary forced himself to read the list of lost ships slowly. One-sided it may have been, but even a one-sided victory costs the winner. “Damn.” Geary just looked at the warship name at the top of the list, feeling a numbness inside. The Arrogant. Lost with all hands. Commander Hatherian. I’m sorry.
“Sir?” Captain Desjani looked over. “Oh. Arrogant. Power core overload.”
Geary couldn’t look at her. “Do we have any idea what happened?”
“It’s in the summary file, sir. See? During the first pass-through of the Syndic formation by Fox Five Two, Arrogant was near several lighter units that came under sustained fire from a number of heavy Syndic warships. Arrogant moved to cover them and took the fire herself.” She nodded, her expression sober. “Commander Hatherian proved himself to be a good commanding officer.”
“Yes.” Geary didn’t trust himself to say anything else, knowing that if he hadn’t transferred Hatherian to Arrogant, then that officer would have been on Orion and still alive. But then if he hadn’t given command of Fox Five Two to Captain Numos, and if Numos hadn’t squandered his maneuvering advantage and allowed some of his ships to be caught under concentrated enemy fire, then Arrogant wouldn’t have had to sacrifice herself to protect those ships. That’s also my fault. I decided to let Numos take that command even though I didn’t trust him with it. “We also lost some light units. Dagger, Swift, Venom. And another heavy cruiser. Invidious.”
“Yes, that’s too bad. We need every escort we have. But we did recover some of their crews.”
Geary just stared at her, trying to understand how a fleet officer, how a citizen of the Alliance, could so calmly deal with the losses of ships and their crews. Desjani seemed partly somber over the losses yet also partly jubilant at the same time. Have my people really become so barbaric that it doesn’t matter to them when ships and crews die?
Then Desjani indicated the list of losses, and her face went sad in a way that relieved Geary. “No victory comes without a price, not even one of yours, sir. None of those we lost today need fear facing their ancestors, though.” She shook her head, her gaze distant. “After the battle at Easir, we didn’t know what to think. We’d kept possession of the system, but the cost was so high. Every single battle cruiser in the system and half of our battleships lost, the light escorts decimated. We’d traded losses almost ship for ship with the Syndics, but had we truly done honor to our ancestors by losing so many? You never really know in a case like that.” Desjani paused again. “I was a junior lieutenant, then. I made lieutenant commander the next day. They needed a lot more officers.”
Oh, damn. I didn’t understand at all. Geary nodded without speaking, trying to mask his embarrassment and shame at thinking Desjani and the others didn’t care about losses. They care. But they’re used to it. They’ve seen so many die, so many times. It’s a fact of life, so they don’t let it overwhelm them.
He wondered how many ships and how many sailors had died at Easir. He wondered if he’d ever have the guts to look up the history of the battle to find out. You knew this, Geary. You knew they’d taken horrible losses, year in and year out. But you didn’t really feel it. Didn’t understand how it must feel to them. They’re used to it, as used to seeing their friends and comrades die as anyone can ever be. I’m not used to it. War, this war, is still new to me even though it’s a century old. He felt the cold inside again, thinking about his crew members who had died long ago in that battle at Grendel. And then, for the first time, he wondered if Desjani ever felt the cold when she remembered dead comrades.
He reached out and clasped Desjani’s shoulder, drawing a look of surprise from her. “They all did honor, Tanya. To themselves, to their ancestors, to those of us who’ve survived to win this battle. Thank you.”
She looked puzzled, now. “For what, sir?”
“For honoring their memory by your own efforts. For continuing the task they died for.”
Desjani looked away and shook her head. “I’m not unique, Captain Geary.”
“I know.” He let his hand drop. “But I’m honored to know you and every other sailor in this fleet.”
He looked down at the list again, going past the ships destroyed and on to the long tally of damage suffered by other ships. That was a much longer list, but none of the ships on it had been badly hurt. Still, men and women had died on ships when compartments were breached by enemy fire. He became aware that Desjani was watching him intently. “What is it?”
“I don’t know if you understand what’s happened here, Captain Geary. I told you about Easir. Those who were st
ill alive after that battle count themselves as survivors. There’s no pride in it, and as I said no glory. But you’ve done something at Kaliban.” She indicated the list of dead. “Their descendents will be very proud their ancestors died here, just as everyone in this fleet will carry the pride in having been here for the rest of their lives.”
But Geary shook his head. “It wasn’t a closely matched battle. We outnumbered the Syndics by a good margin from the start. Even if you don’t factor in the lousy tactics of the Syndic commander, it wasn’t that great a victory.” He didn’t go on to add that he suspected some people might not be all that impressed by it.
* * * *
Geary paused a moment, looking down, closing his eyes and breathing slowly and deeply to relax himself. I am really getting to hate these fleet conferences. He raised his head again and looked around the table.
Most of the officers present seemed to at least outwardly share Desjani’s elation at the recent victory. The glaring exception was a block of ship commanders seated on either side of Captain Numos and Captain Faresa, who were stone-faced at best and actively glowering at worst. Geary looked from one of them to the next, reading their ship’s names, and realizing all had been assigned to Formation Fox Five Two during the battle. Some of the officers met his gaze when he looked at them, but most managed to avoid his eyes.
Geary leaned back, taking a moment to sweep his gaze across the rest of the officers “seated” at the table, and Captain Desjani, the only other person physically present in the room. “We’ll be leaving the Kaliban System soon. Our work here is done, and we’ve given the Syndics a bloody nose. I want to personally congratulate every ship in the fleet for the parts they played in winning the recent battle.” The words were met by a lot of smiles and an increase in the antipathy from Numos’s group. “My intent is to leave Kaliban tomorrow. We’ll head for the jump point that provides access to a system named Sutrah. Sutrah probably hasn’t been abandoned, as there’s a good habitable world there, but its unlikely to have much in the way of defenses.”
Numos finally spoke, his voice icy. “Why are we not going to Cadez?”
Geary gave Numos a long look. “Because Cadez is too obvious an objective. It’s on a straight line back to Alliance territory, and it’s on the Syndic hypernet.”
Faresa spoke this time, her tone as acidic as usual. “We can access the Syndic hypernet from there and get home very quickly. Why don’t you want to do that?”
Geary felt heat building in his head. “I want to get home as quickly as any of you.”
“Do you?” Faresa challenged.
“Yes. I’ll remind you, Captain, that any Syndic system on the hypernet can be very easily and quickly reinforced by the Syndics. If I were the Syndic commander and I knew we were at Kaliban, I would have very substantial forces sent to Cadez in order to guard against our arrival there and to prevent our use of the hypernet gate at Cadez.”
Commander Cresida spoke with exaggerated casualness. “Since the Syndics have a gate at Cadez, they don’t need the jump points, do they? They could mine the hell out of the jump exits.”
Captain Tulev nodded. “True.”
Numos made a dismissive gesture. “I for one am not afraid to confront a strong Syndic force.” The words and tone clearly implied that the recent victory at Kaliban didn’t count for much since the Syndic force had been badly outnumbered.
Captain Duellos, looking off into the distance, spoke blandly. “Yet you didn’t do a very impressive job of confronting the Syndic force in the recent battle.”
Numos’s face reddened with anger. Captain Faresa answered, though. “It’s not the fault of Captain Numos that the ships under his command were deliberately mispositioned so as to deny them a proper role in the battle.”
Tulev shook his head. “The fleet commander gave proper orders to all formations. I could hear them as well as you.”
“You were far away from my formation, and far away from the Syndics as well at the time!” Numos snapped.
It was Tulev’s turn to flush. “The ships under my command engaged more enemy units than yours did!”
Geary spoke loudly enough to cut across the argument. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re not here to question anyone’s courage.”
Numos focused on Geary again, acting as if he’d not heard Geary’s admonition. “Had I been given proper opportunity to engage the enemy, I would’ve left no grounds for anyone to imply I lacked courage!”
“Your orders, if properly followed, would’ve given you ample opportunity,” Geary replied, trying to keep his temper in check.
“You were many light-seconds from the scene of my engagement, yet you insisted on maintaining absolute control of my ships’ movements.”
“I had no trouble doing that with every other formation engaged in the battle, Captain Numos. They followed the orders they were given.”
Numos leaned forward, his voice rising. “Are you saying that the duty of the Captain of a ship of the Alliance fleet is to do nothing except follow orders exactly? That we have no discretion to employ our ships as our many years of combat experience dictates?”
Geary barely refrained from snarling back at Numos, taking a long moment to calm himself before he spoke. “You are well aware that your instructions for this battle included the authority to alter movements as necessary if you believed the tactical situation so required. You had that discretion, Captain Numos. Don’t attempt to blame me or anyone else for the results of your own actions.”
Numos stared back at Geary, his face hard. “Are you accusing me of incompetence? Are you trying to imply that I bear the responsibility for the losses we suffered? Are you—”
“Captain Numos,” Geary ground out, not aware of how his voice sounded until he saw the reactions of others, “the responsibility for all losses in this battle lie with me. I was in command, and I do not shirk from accepting the responsibilities that come with that!” Numos made to speak again, but Geary cut him off. “As for you, sir, you are perilously close to being relieved of your command and all authority if you continue to behave in an insubordinate and unprofessional manner. Do I make myself clear?”
Numos’s jaw worked, but he stayed silent. On one side of him, Captain Faresa was giving Geary a look so fierce that it seemed capable of driving a hole through heavy armor.
Geary looked around the table again. He expected those gathered around Numos would still side with him, but he was surprised to note that many other officers seemed discomforted by Geary’s threat. Then he saw in their faces, in the way they carried themselves, something else, something that shocked him. They’re not entirely happy with the victory, are they? They’re not happy that we won by fighting in a different way. They wanted to win, but not at the cost of changing the way they’re used to fighting, with all its emphasis on individual courage and freewheeling combat. Now they don’t want me cracking down on one of their own and insisting he act with more discipline.
There were exceptions, like Captain Desjani, who still glowed with unalloyed pride at the victory they’d won. It finally hit Geary that the worshippers of Black Jack Geary fell into two camps. The smaller camp, officers like Desjani, were willing to do whatever Geary said because they believed he could do no wrong. The larger camp, though, wanted Geary to lead them to victory without changing anything. They just wanted a legendary hero to lead them in the same glorious charges against the enemy that they’d always employed. And they were having a lot of trouble with the fact that their hero was demanding they fight a type of battle where individual ships truly worked as parts of a greater whole.
They want a hero who’ll reaffirm everything they’ve done before and somehow make it work better. But now they’re realizing I’m not that kind of hero.
The silence stretched, and Geary finally became aware that everyone was still waiting for him to speak again. “I want everyone to know that I’ve never seen a more courageous group of officers. All of you are individually brave and aggressive.�
�� To a fault. Being too willing to die is as bad as being too afraid of dying. How do I convince them of that? “I hope the recent battle has demonstrated how using good tactics—” No. Damn. They’ll think I’m saying they’ve been using bad tactics. Which they have been, but I don’t want to say it. “…effective tactics can enable us to inflict far more serious losses than we receive. We’re a fleet. A combat organization. That gives us immense strength if we use it. I never want any of my captains to feel they can only follow orders exactly. Initiative is very important. Reacting to changing circumstances is very important. Commander Hatherian, may his ancestors honor him, did exactly what I think he should’ve done when he brought Arrogant out of her assigned station in order to protect other ships in peril.”
He couldn’t tell how they were reacting to his words. He was starting to wonder if he’d ever be able to really understand these Alliance sailors, whose thoughts and habits differed from his own by a century’s worth of time and all the changes that had wrought.
“We will go to Sutrah. We’ll evaluate conditions there and whatever we can learn about Syndic movements in deciding on our next objective.” There were some nods of agreement, but everyone stayed silent. “That’s all. Congratulations again on how well you all fought yesterday.”
Geary sat this time, watching the images vanish rapidly. Captain Desjani, seeming slightly puzzled by Geary’s depressed attitude, bade him farewell and hurried off to deal with ship’s business. He became aware that one officer’s image remained in the room once everyone else had disappeared. “Captain Duellos.”
Duellos nodded in response to Geary’s acknowledgement of his continued presence. “You’ve figured it out, haven’t you?”
“I think so. Pardon me for being blunt, but how can they be so damned stupid?”
Duellos sighed and shook his head. “Habit. Tradition. I told you before how important pride is to this fleet. Pride and honor, the last things you can hold on to when everything else is failing. Well, they’re proud of how they’ve fought.”
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