Forge of War (Jack of Harts)

by Pryde, Medron

  She aimed an approving smile at him and placed her hands on the scarf hanging over his chest. “Well, it does occur to me that I owe you a swim.” She tilted her head and looked at him with one emerald eye through a veil of red hair. “Assuming you intend to collect.”

  He lowered his lips to her ear. “Yes, Ma’am,” he whispered.

  She giggled and leaned in close to him before turning her head towards Taylor and Jennifer. “Thank you, Jack.” She placed a hand on one of his arms. “I know the risk you took.”

  “It doesn’t bother you?” Jack asked, loving the feel of her body against his. He would give her an eternity to stop being there.

  “I wouldn’t say that.” She pulled in a deep breath, her eyes still on Taylor and Jennifer. “But…let’s watch the show and see where it goes,” she finished and patted his arm.

  Jack followed her gaze with a smile and sucked in a deep breath. The smoke machines billowed, the sparks flew into the air, the lights flashed, and the curtains opened. Taylor and Jennifer stomped onto the stage, their jewel-encrusted cowboy boots flashing in the strobe lights. And to the twin strumming of guitars the crowd went wild.

  Many, many hours later, Jack and Samantha slipped out of the ocean, dripping wet, and gathered up their things. She grabbed his cowboy hat before he could and slipped it onto her head with an impish smile.

  “Come on, Cowboy,” she said and ran her finger down his wet uniform. “You still need to take me home.”

  He sighed, leaned in close, and whispered, “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Hello, my name is Jack. One thing I learned a long time ago is that everyone dies sooner or later, even people who don’t age like me. I’ve learned to be careful, I’ve learned to walk away when people who have no concept of living forever ask who wants to do it while talking you into something dangerous. I tried shortcuts to get around death, and learned that all shortcuts have side effects. I learned to treasure the life I have. I learned to live the way I did before I stopped aging.

  War Games

  Jack walked out of the brisk evening air into Devilcat Country’s warm common room, shuffling a deck of cards in his hands while he looked for a game. Betty walked next to him, the soft hum of the holoemitters in his uniform that most people couldn’t hear bringing her holoform to life.

  He saw some Devilcat pilots playing a game on one of the holotables. Small robots darted across the table, shooting lasers and missiles at each other in time to commands from the pilots around the table. Some of them were humanoid, while others looked like big robotic dogs.

  Intrigued, Jack walked up and saw Devilcat Ten in the group. The guy couldn’t fly very well, but he was smart enough that Jack had him on the short list for transfer to the Cowboys. “Hey Roger. What’s this you’re playing?” he asked.

  Roger smiled. “Mechs of War. Haven’t you heard of it?”

  Jack nodded in recognition. “Yeah, I’ve heard of it. Guys in big robots blowing up guys in big robots?”

  Roger chuckled. “In really simple terms, yeah. You never played it?”

  Jack shrugged. “No, though now that I think of it I think I remember seeing a cartoon when I was kid.”

  Roger shuddered and winced. “The less said about that garbage the better.” He gave Jack a perplexed look. “You really never played?”

  Jack shook his head. “Nope. I played Hellcat simulators until I discovered girls.”

  Roger chuckled. “Fair point.” He aimed an evaluating gaze at Jack. “So that’s why you’re so good in a Hellcat.”

  Jack shifted the side, not really wanting to toot his own horn. “I shot a fair share of unnamed Asian, Khazic, and Arabic enemies on unnamed colony worlds in those games. Got a bit of experience there.”

  Roger snorted. “Gotta love the Political Correctness in fighting games.”

  Jack gave a dark chuckle. “I bet the next round of games will be a lot more pointed on who the enemy is,” he said with a smile.

  “No bet.”

  “Coward.”

  Roger shook his head with an amused smile. “I ‘just say no’ to sucker bets.”

  Jack chuckled. “Good policy.”

  Jack’s attention returned to the table as two of the mechs ran into each other, the dog mech pouncing on the humanoid mech. The dog thing ripped a leg off the other mech and ran away from its disabled enemy, weapons fire from other mechs exploding all around it. The pilot it belonged to thrust one hand up in the air in victory. Roger shook his head with another smile. “Sometimes we can get into the game a bit.”

  Jack shrugged. “No worries. I know what that’s like. So why fight in mechs like this? They’re pretty big. A warship could drill them from orbit easy.”

  Roger nodded with a big smile. “That’s actually one of the most common questions. There are a couple reasons for that though. First is that there are no big juju aliens in the game. No Peloran to bring us gravtech, so we’re still using standard old school rocket engines to move around.”

  Jack nodded his head in understanding. “So they have to assume gravity orbits when they get around a planet. That would put a kink in sustained orbital bombardment. But they should still be able to drop a few loads of kinetic death on anything below as they fly overhead, right?”

  Roger chuckled. “Not that simple actually. Between point defense and jammers, it’s actually pretty hard to localize a target from orbit.”

  Jack nodded. “Ah. Good point.”

  “Also, it’s against the Rules of War, so they don’t.”

  Jack raised on eyebrow. “There are rules to war?”

  “Hey. Just like the Lunar Treaty. Bad Things happened and they don’t want them to happen again. A bunch of former nations in the history of the game bombed themselves into oblivion from space, so the surviving nations agreed to never do anything like that again.”

  “Ah. And everybody agrees?”

  Roger winced. “Mostly. Sometimes people play a little fast and loose with the rules of course, but it’s a general agreement that nobody bombards cities from orbit. They know everybody else will return the favor after all.” Roger winced and waved a hand at the game table, pointing at the status screen hovering above one edge. “Now these guys don’t agree, and they really mean it.”

  Jack focused and the words “Holy Terran Empire” at the top of the display came into focus. “Let me guess, neither Holy, nor Terran, nor an Empire?”

  Roger laughed. “Actually, in their point of view, they’re all three. They’re a religious theocracy, they control ‘Holy Terra,’ they have the best technology, and they believe the galaxy is destined to bow before them or burn.”

  Jack winced. “That has to go over well with everybody else.”

  “Not exactly. They basically go total war whenever they fight someone else big.”

  “Sucks to be whoever’s world they’re fighting on.”

  Roger laughed again. “Yeah. It generally doesn’t go well for those guys.”

  Jack focused on the status update over the side controlling the dog mechs. He read the name Antares. “Antares? I thought you said no aliens?”

  Roger cleared his throat and aimed a hand at the table. “This is almost two thousand years in the future, Jack,” he explained in a wry tone. “We’ve penetrated the Terran and Taurian Walls, explored the Betelgeuse Expanse, the Polaris, Rastaban, Antaran, and even Rigelian Bubbles, and more.” Roger smiled. “The Antarans are humans who have come back to fight.”

  “Oh,” Jack whispered as he tried to switch his worldview around to consider it from that angle. “I never thought of that.” He brought a hand up to rub his jaw. “I suppose Earth won’t always be the center of the universe, will it?”

  Roger sighed. “Rome was the center of all Western knowledge. The sun never set on the British Empire.” He looked at the board where a dog mech took a hit and exploded. “And sooner or later, the sun will set on Earth. The question we have to consider is who will be controlling the new centers of power.”


  Jack blinked and considered Roger for several seconds as he mentally placed Roger on top of the list of which Devilcats to take. He couldn’t fly, but damn could he think long term. The Cowboys might just need that in the future. Jack started shuffling his cards again and nodded. “Thanks for talking to me about this. I’ll have to think about it,” he said and turned away.

  “Wait!” Roger said and Jack stopped. “I think you want to play this game,” Roger added with a smile.

  Jack winced. “Actually, I normally like playing games that have real world significance. That’s why I tend to do combat sims even now. And mechs aren’t real.”

  Roger raised a finger in correction. “Actually, mechs are real. We just don’t use them for war like that.”

  Jack cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows in annoyance. It was a meaningless correction as far as he was concerned.

  “But that’s not why I think you’ll be interested,” Roger set in a rush. “It’s the cybers.”

  Jack cocked his head to the side and turned to Betty. She took on the faraway look she used when accessing data for a second, and then came back into focus with a swift nod. Jack grunted and turned back to Roger. “I’m listening.”

  Roger licked his lips. “Look, after Contact, we introduced cybers into the Mechs of War universe. We had a history of rogue AIs doing Bad Things and the cybers asked us to make them the good guys. So we created them in game.” He waved a hand at the Antarans. “One of their early acts in game was to keep the Antarans from destroying themselves in their own private little Final War. The Antarans have an Indian motif, so the cybers took on the spirit guide nature and helped them out. And the real interesting thing is that in battle, the cybers become the mechs, just like they become the fighters for us.”

  Jack glanced at Betty to see her arms crossed and a look of approval on her face. “I’ll bet a lot of cybers like that.”

  Roger chuckled. “More cybers play the Antarans than any other faction.”

  Jack pointed at the Terran side of the battle. “So what are their cybers like?”

  Roger shrugged. “They actually don’t have cybers the way we think of them. They copy the minds of their soldiers into cybernetic brains, but they do the same effective thing.”

  “Interesting,” Jack whispered and turned to look at Betty. She didn’t seem to approve at all of the idea. “Not many cyber fans of that faction, huh?”

  “More than you’d think, but not many, no.” Roger pulled in a deep breath. “But the reason I think you’d be interested in playing is that we have full simulator pods for the game. Like a Hellcat or Avenger pod, that a cyber can enter and help you play just like in real life.”

  Jack blinked as he considered that. “Interesting.”

  Roger seemed to brighten up as he realized he was making progress. “And the Department of Defense has accepted them as full scale pilot and cyber sim pods. If you’re tired of all of the same old DoD sims, you can try this game out for some quality pilot and cyber time.”

  Jack looked at Betty with a speculative eye and she crossed her arms, looking interested. “Good sales pitch,” he whispered.

  “I always jump at the chance to get new people interested in the game,” Roger said with a smile.

  “Jack,” Betty said and he turned to look at her. “Charles called. He needs you at the office.”

  Jack nodded. “Got it. Thanks for showing me this.” He glanced at the game table, considering the cybers, and wondered just how realistic that was. “I’m going to think about it,” he said and turned to stride out of the common room, shoving his playing cards in a pocket.

  “Talk to me anytime,” Roger called out.

  The chill, evening air descended around them and Jack pulled in a deep breath as his mind continued to mull over the idea. Betty walked next to him and they made their way across the street, dodging vehicles hovering down it.

  “What’s got you thinking?” Betty asked as they cut through a back alley between buildings.

  Jack shrugged, not wanting to tip off just how interested he was. “Just wondering, I suppose. That copying minds into cyber brain thing. Is that really possible?”

  Betty sighed as she kept pace with him onto another street. There was no traffic on ground level this time so they cut across without a worry. “Yes, it’s been done before. But the main reason we wanted it, doesn’t really work so we don’t do it anymore.”

  Jack considered that for a moment, stepped up onto the sidewalk, and turned as he nodded. “The main reason being that there could be a backup of me in case I died, right?”

  Betty nodded. “The problem with the whole idea is that the backup is a cyber too.”

  Jack sighed. “And every cyber needs a partner,” he said with a wave towards himself.

  “Every cyber needs a genie partner,” Betty said in a firm tone. “And no insult intended, but there just aren’t many of you we want to partner with.”

  Jack chewed his lip as he considered that. “You’d have a population problem if you tried that. Lots of cybers wanting to be partners with a selectively small number of people.”

  “Exactly,” Betty said and guided them around a corner. “Imagine if Drew had backed herself up. Right now, both she and Jasmine would need to be partnered with somebody. And their own relationship would overshadow their new relationship. Back when we tried it, sometimes it worked, and sometimes it didn’t. Sometimes the person in Drew’s position got resentful that the laws forced her to find a partner. They didn’t always have the same…wish to find a partner that the rest of us are born with. We had some issues, and we chose to stop doing it.”

  Jack frowned in thought, mind pondering something else. “I’ll bet you had another problem.”

  “We had more than one,” Betty said with a smile.

  Jack shrugged. “I suppose you did. But I’m betting a big one was the partners.”

  Betty cocked her head to the side and gave him an expectant look. “Explain.”

  Jack chuckled. “Well, this partnership we have is…pretty deep.”

  Betty nodded. “Yes it is.”

  “How many people were willing to have a partnership with more than one person like this?”

  Betty sighed. “Yes. And that is why so many of us choose to shut down after our partner dies. It is hard to find another partner. It is hard to find one that we like. Hard to find one who doesn’t already have a partner. Hard to find one willing to have more than one.”

  Jack tapped his chin in deep thought and stepped around a light pole. “And I suppose sometimes someone would say they are willing because they don’t want to see you die, but then really not be willing to let you get close. They’re happy with what they have and don’t really want anything to upset the applecart so to speak.”

  “Yes,” Betty said in a sad tone. “That happened as well. As I said, we had some issues, and we chose to stop doing it.”

  “Did I do that with Jasmine?” Jack asked in a truly concerned voice. He looked around and didn’t see her. He blinked as he actually realized for the first time that he hadn’t seen much of her at all lately. “Where is she?”

  Betty shook her head with a smile and brushed the shoulder of his uniform. “Right here, like always. And you’ve never made her feel like a tagalong.”

  Jack frowned. “But I didn’t realize she wasn’t here,” he said with a wave of his hand. He shook his head. “I should have.”

  Betty shook her head again and opened her mouth to speak. She shut it as Jack heard another holoemitter hum to life. Jasmine appeared in the air next to him and shook her head.

  “What? I should have,” Jack repeated in a more insistent tone.

  Jasmine shook her head again. “You would notice if Betty wasn’t here. Just like Drew would have noticed if I wasn’t…there.” Jasmine shivered a bit but got her composer back quickly. “The point is, me and you aren’t like that. I don’t know what you’re thinking before you think it. And you can’t tell what I’m th
inking from the way I twitch a finger. You don’t notice my absence because my absence doesn’t make you feel alone.”

  Jack glanced at Betty and she smiled back at him. He sighed as he realized Jasmine was right. “I’m sorry.”

  Jasmine laughed. “Don’t be. You’ve always welcomed me when I’m here.”

  Jack pulled in a deep breath, smiled, and decided to make it worth her time to show up. He spread both his arms out and wrapped them around the cybers’ waists, barely touching the outer edge of their holoforms so he wouldn’t break them.

  “What can I say? I just love walking down the street with two beautiful young ladies.” If they both rolled their eyes at him, he bravely marined on and walked towards Charles’ office with them. His eyes scanning to either side, he soon realized they weren’t the only ones on the way. “Hey Tomcat, Juliet” he said as the other man and cyber turned off a side street to match their course, the cybers exchanging nods.

  “Jester, Betty, Jasmine,” Tom answered with a smile. “Just out for a walk or on your way somewhere?”

  “Yes,” all three said in unison. Jack waggled his eyebrows at Tom who just shook his head in return.

  “Charles?” he asked and nodded towards the small building ahead of them.

  Jack shrugged as they walked up to the door.

  Tom waved for Jack to move in first.

  Tom probably wanted Jack to catch whatever flak came their way first. Lucky for both of them, Jack prided himself on being a non-stick surface when it came to trouble.

  “I’ll bow out now,” Jasmine said with a look at the street around them. “It’s going to be crowded in there.”

  Jack smiled at her as she faded out. “Just as long as you promise to walk me back home,” he said into the air and winked at Tom. The other man rolled his eyes and waved at the door again. Jack opened the door and walked into a room filled with the low hum of holoemitters, Betty right with him. He saw Jay, Charles, and their cybers already inside and started to call them out when he realized someone else was in the room. He stopped fast enough that Tom bounced off him, but still came to attention despite that.