Portal Wars: The Trilogy

by Jay Allan

  “Yes, sir.” Stavros’ response was less convincing. He was a veteran, cool under fire and determined to follow Taylor to the bitter end. But he didn’t like the looks of things, not one bit. It wasn’t just the lack of intel. The enemy wasn’t a match for Taylor’s army, but they weren’t stupid either. They didn’t concentrate all their AA assets for no reason. There was something they were trying to hide, and that could only mean trouble.

  Daniels’ was looking over his assembled troops. They’re ready, he thought…ready for whatever is out there. He knew as well as Stavros that the enemy was covering for something. They clearly had some asset positioned near the Portal, something they thought was worth hiding and protecting. Maybe they think it’s a game changer, Daniels thought grimly, but there’s nothing they’ve got – nothing UNGov has – that can stop us. Taylor’s army had shattered a UN force of 50,000 on Erastus, a force four times the size of their own. He doubted UN Force Juno had anything that would change that calculus.

  “No,” Daniels whispered to himself. “There’s nothing you’ve got back there that we can’t take.” He turned toward Stavros. “Order the men forward.”

  Chapter 9

  UN Directorate of Internal Security

  Special Order 721 – Level 3 Clearance

  Upon receipt, all Regional Directors are to immediately increase reeducation assignments at a rate of 100%. Facilities have been instructed to increase the schedule of inmate liquidations by a comparable factor to create space for new inductees. Arrests are to be allocated as follows: 65% to previously identified targets under surveillance, 35% to strategically targeted sweeps. All Directors are authorized to utilize the 35% allotment on a discretionary basis to discourage overall dissent in their areas. No suspicion of guilt is required for arrest. – Anton Samovich, Secretary of Internal Security.

  “We have an advance guard of the Black Corps on Juno as we speak. The rest of the force has departed Earth and is currently en route. We should be nearly at full strength in less than a week.” Samovich sat back in a plush leather chair at the edge of Raul Esteban’s bedside. The Secretary-General was propped up on a pile of white silk pillows, several IV lines connecting his left arm to a series of machines along the wall.

  “Well done, Anton.” It was clearly painful for Esteban to speak. His words came slowly, and he swallowed hard after every few. “Perhaps we will finally rid ourselves of Colonel Taylor and his troublesome followers.” The Secretary-General closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto the pillows.

  “Would you like to reschedule, sir? Perhaps you need some rest now.” Samovich looked over at the effective dictator of the entire world, the shriveled remnant of a once powerful and energetic man. The top of Esteban’s shaved head was wrapped in a fresh white bandage. It was obvious he’d had another surgery, one more attempt to hold off the ravaging cancer that was destroying his brain and spreading throughout his dying body.

  “No, Anton.” Esteban’s voice was thick with exhaustion. “I am fine. As fine as I am likely to be, at least. Please continue.”

  Samovich took a breath. I need to keep his true condition from getting out, he thought, grimly. If Li and his allies knew Esteban was this weak, they might make a move to seize the Secretary-General’s seat. Samovich had considered his own coup, but that was risky, and he knew the top position would be his for the taking once his enhanced soldiers destroyed Taylor and his rebels. However, if his enemies struck while he was pre-occupied with the war on Juno, they might just succeed. He was well aware the only thing holding them back was fear of Esteban and his lingering hold on power. If they saw how weak and close to death the Secretary-General was, there would be no stopping them.

  “Secretary Keita is on his way to Juno to assume an overall command position.” Samovich paused. “I felt we should have someone of the highest echelon on the planet.” And I can’t go myself, he thought, and leave that snake Li here unsupervised.

  “He certainly has the incentive.” Esteban’s voice was a gravelly whisper. “Success will wipe away all his sins.” A short pause. “And defeat will just as surely…” He let his voice tail off. Both men knew what failure meant for Keita…and probably for Samovich too.

  They were both silent for a few seconds before Samovich continued his report. “I have also ordered increased crackdowns on the civilian population. We’ve had some minor problems with the families of the men lost in the final battle on Erastus. Nothing serious yet, but I don’t want to take a chance on things getting out of control. I’ve ordered all immediate relatives of soldiers lost on the Erastus expedition sent to reeducation facilities.” He paused, uncertain how Esteban would react. His action had been an aggressive and brutal one. It would send several hundred thousand people, most of them innocent of any offense, to their deaths in the camps.

  The Secretary-General nodded slowly. “I concur. It is best to get ahead of this. We do not need problems from the civilian population. Certainly not until the Taylor situation has been resolved.”

  “I have also ordered targeted arrests among the population. I believe we are still at the level where we can control things with a moderate reminder of what is and is not acceptable behavior. We will be at escalated conscription rates for the foreseeable future, and we’ve seen some scattered civil disobedience as a result. A little extra fear might work wonders in getting people to accept the needed draft levels.”

  “You are handling things well, Anton. I approve of all your actions.” Esteban took a deep, labored breath. He was clearly near the end of his stamina. “I believe, unless you have another topic, that is enough for today, but please return tomorrow with an update.”

  “Yes, Secretary-General.” Samovich rose slowly from the chair, his eyes focused intently on the shriveled form on the bed. “I will be back tomorrow at the same time.” He didn’t get any response. Esteban had already fallen into a raspy, unsettled sleep.

  * * *

  “Ah…Alexi, come in.” Samovich nodded, and the black-uniformed sentry at the door stepped aside, allowing a tall thin man to enter.

  “Some added security, I see.” Alexi Drogov was wearing a dark gray suit, exquisitely tailored and exorbitantly expensive. He walked toward the desk and, at a motion from Samovich, he pulled back one of the guest chairs and sat down gracefully.

  “That will be all, Lieutenant.” Samovich watched as the guard stepped outside and closed the door behind him. He turned toward the new arrival. “Yes, Alexi, I’ve become more concerned about Chang Li. He knows what is at stake on Juno as well as I do. I’ve tripled security on everything to do with the Black Corps and the combat operations, but I also figured the bastard just might skip all that and try to take me out.”

  Drogov nodded. The assassination of a Secretary would be a bold move, but he agreed that Samovich couldn’t ignore the possibility. “Good thought, A, but what if they just bribe one of your new guards out there?” His tone said the comment was a joke, but Samovich knew there was a serious question there too. Drogov and Samovich had been friends since their days as two homeless teenagers living on the streets of Petersburg. Drogov had been calling his friend A as long as either could remember. He was the only person in the world who dared to be so informal with the feared Secretary of Internal Security.

  “These aren’t normal guards. I’m paying them a lot.” Samovich grabbed a decanter and two glasses from the corner of his desk. “More than a lot. And I’ve got their families housed in a nice resort complex in the Caribbean. They’re having a wonderful time, but if anything happens to me, they all get roasted by a bunch of FAEs.” He filled the two glasses halfway and handed one to Drogov. “There’s a completely different crew at those controls…and I’m paying them even more.”

  “You always were a fiendishly paranoid fuck.” It was clear Drogov meant the remark as a compliment. “So I assume you called me for more than a chat about your enhanced security.” He reached out and took the glass Samovich offered. “So what do you need, old fri
end?”

  Samovich leaned back and took a sip from his glass. “Try the Cognac. It’s a very rare bottle.” He gazed across the table at Drogov. Samovich had thousands of subordinates and political allies, but only one true friend, one man he really trusted. He knew he owed his position to Drogov, and he was confident his oldest companion would never betray him. Fifty years of friendship was a powerful bond, but it was more than that. Samovich knew his friend had no interest in politics, no patience for the constant debates and arguments. There was only one thing Alexi Drogov liked, one skill where he was an unmatched expert. Killing.

  “I need to deal with several problems, my old friend. Problems you can help me with.”

  Drogov took a gulp from his glass and smiled. “You want me to kill Chang Li.”

  Samovich smiled. “Yes, perhaps. Eventually. He’s becoming too dangerous, and I’m far too distracted with the fighting on Juno to keep an eye on him. But, eliminating him won’t be easy. No one can know I’m involved.” The Secretariat had few rules binding its privileged members, but the biggest one was crystal clear. No assassinations of anyone else on the Secretariat. Not without an official sanction. “If anyone even thinks I’m behind it, I’ll be in a shitstorm.”

  “So he needs to choke on a chicken bone?” Drogov laughed and took another drink, draining the glass in a large gulp. Samovich had never known anyone who could consume as much alcohol as Alexi Drogov and still remain perfectly lucid. And as dangerous as a viper.

  “Something like that.” Samovich slid the bottle across the desk toward his friend. “I’m not sure yet though. When the time is right, we’ll figure it out.” He paused uncomfortably. “There’s something else.”

  Drogov had been about to pour himself another drink, but he stopped abruptly when he heard the change in Samovich’s voice. Whatever his friend had in mind, he had a sudden feeling he needed to be stone cold sober when they discussed it.

  “Esteban is much sicker than is commonly known.” Common was a relative term. The population of Earth and the vast layers of the lesser bureaucracy knew nothing at all about the Secretary-General’s illness. The members of the Secretariat – and probably a few other highly placed UNGov functionaries – knew he was sick. Some of them had incomplete details, but Samovich was fairly certain all the other Secretaries, at least, knew Esteban was dying. But he was pretty sure none realized just how much his condition had deteriorated. “I may need to make some kind move if I can’t get things wrapped up on Juno quickly.”

  Drogov set his drink down on the desk. “You mean…” He let his voice trail off. There were some things you didn’t say, even in a private office that was swept three times a day for listening devices.

  Samovich nodded. “Maybe. Only if necessary.”

  Drogov’s relaxed demeanor was gone. His expression was deadly serious. “It won’t be easy to breach that security.”

  “None of it will be easy.” Samovich leaned forward and lowered his voice. “But I need a plan, and it has to be ready to go on a moment’s notice.” He paused. “Just in case. Can you do it?”

  Drogov sat silently, staring back across the desk at his oldest friend. He’d killed a lot of people to help Samovich reach the Secretariat, but this was something else entirely. It wasn’t every day someone planned the assassination of the Secretary-General, the leader of UNGov and the effective dictator of all mankind.

  He stared into Samovich’s eyes wordlessly as the long seconds slipped silently by. Finally he took a single deep breath and answered. “Yes,” he said softly. “I can do it.”

  Part Two

  A Place Called Armageddon

  Chapter 10

  From the Journal of Jake Taylor:

  I came to Erastus a boy, overwhelmed by my fate and scared of my own shadow. That hellworld, and the grizzled veterans who took me under their wing, forged me into what I have become…a man, a soldier. It has been many years since I felt as lost as I did when I first stepped through the Portal. I thought that part of me was gone forever, the frightened child replaced by the hardened warrior. But I was wrong.

  Now I am a general, the leader of a crusade to right a terrible wrong, to free mankind from tyranny. My soldiers have rampaged across half a dozen worlds, shattering any army that dared to stand in our way. Until now.

  We face something new, a reflection of our own might and power. The soldiers standing against us are enhanced like we are. They are faster, stronger, tougher than normal men. Cyborgs like us, they can see farther as we do, hear things normal men cannot. Our advantages are gone, many of them at least, yet we still face an enemy that greatly outnumbers us and a long and dangerous path to tread.

  The child is back, scared and uncertain. I don’t know what to do. My calm assurance is gone, and now I find myself questioning every judgment, every decision. Can my soldiers defeat this new threat? Or will our struggle for freedom end here, in the blackened and bloodstained fields of Juno, amid the broken wreckage of my army?

  “General Taylor, this is Captain Stavros.” The voice on the com was stressed, almost frantic. “The enemy hit us hard as we were moving into position.” There was a pause on the com, the sounds of Stavros rasping for breath and gunfire loud in the background. “We fought hard, but we couldn’t hold. They pushed us back, sir.”

  Taylor felt like he’d just been punched in the gut. His forces had never been defeated by any of the planetary armies, and the last force he’d expected to suffer a reverse was Hank Daniel’s. Daniels was the most aggressive of his commanders, a true believer in the cause. Taylor couldn’t imagine Spider Daniels retreating while he had a man left standing.

  “Where is Major Daniels, Captain?”

  Stavros hesitated. “The major was hit. It’s bad, sir.” Taylor could hear the emotion in Stavros’ voice. Daniels was a very popular commander. “We sent him back to the field hospital.”

  Taylor took a deep breath. He realized that for all his planning and obsession over details, he’d never really believed the enemy could resist his soldiers. Now he wondered, was this his fault? Had he been too careless, too arrogant? Had he asked too much from his men?

  “What’s your status, Captain?” Taylor was worried about Daniels, but there was no point in asking more – he knew Stavros didn’t know anything. And his friend wasn’t his only concern. All the troops fighting were his responsibility, and those men were still out there, on the line and in extreme peril.

  “After the major got hit, we pulled back about 2 klicks, sir. We didn’t have a choice. The enemy was pushing around both flanks.” Stavros’ voice was apologetic, ashamed at reporting a defeat to Taylor. He paused, trying to catch his breath. Taylor could tell the captain was in the middle of some fierce action, even as he made his report. The sounds of battle were everywhere around him. “I can’t explain it, General. They’re fast…like us. Their fire is very accurate, even from extreme range. It’s almost like…” He let his words tail off.

  “Almost like what, Captain?” Taylor knew what Stavros was going to say, but he wanted to hear it anyway. “Speak your mind.”

  “Almost like us, sir.”

  Taylor nodded his head. Of course, he thought, I’m a fool. UNGov had created his Supersoldiers. Why should he be surprised if they made more to face his renegade warriors? But what to do, how to handle this new situation, that was the question. His mind was swimming with the implications of the enemy matching his troops’ capabilities – and possibly outnumbering them too. “Captain, I want you to retreat immediately. Pull back to the trenchline and hook up with Major Samuels’ men.” He didn’t know what to do yet, but he was damned sure he didn’t want those men out there exposed until he had better intel.

  “But, sir…we can hold here. I’m sure of it.” His tone conveyed anything but certainty.

  “You heard me, Captain.” Taylor was yelling into the com. He’d let his overconfidence get the better of him once, and his men had died because of it. He wasn’t going to do it again. “Get ba
ck to the trenchline now!”

  It all made sense. There had been plenty of time for UNGov to produce another group of enhanced warriors. Taylor knew he was guessing wildly, but he was sure nevertheless. His people were facing something far deadlier than they had yet encountered. They were fighting soldiers with all the same capabilities they had. The game had just changed radically. Taylor had to rethink his strategies. But first he had to stabilize his lines. He had no idea how many Supersoldiers the enemy was sending his way, and he wasn’t going to risk more of his troops until he had a better idea what was happening. Enough of his men had died already because of his arrogance.

  * * *

  Singh lay flat on the wet grass, looking out over the broken, scrubby ground in front of the ridge. His platoon was 200 meters from the trenchline, positioned to cover the enemy’s line of approach. He’d have preferred to stay in the trench, but the fortifications had been built to defend against attacks from the other direction, and they were too far from the crest of the ridge to provide good firing positions against attackers approaching from the rear.

  “Second squad, get your asses down now.” Singh was keeping a close eye on his people. The top of the ridge was a strong position, but it was a lot more exposed than the entrenchments. Carelessness would get his men killed, and he wasn’t about to let that happen, not if he could do anything about it.

  “I want everybody 100% alert and focused. We’ve got trouble heading this way, and we need to be ready.” Singh had seen a company of Daniels’ force when they’d staggered back into the trenches. They looked more like a platoon than a company, but it wasn’t the losses that hit Singh the hardest – it was the looks on their faces, downcast and vacant. They were stunned, covered in mud and blood. For the first time, Singh saw defeat in his comrades, and it scared him to the bone. Whatever Daniels’ men had faced, it was something far more terrible than the planetary conscripts. And it was heading toward his position.