March To The Stars im-3
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* * *
"Breach!" Roger shouted, as the center of the hatch buckled, and then cracked open. For just a moment, white light from the bridge illuminated the smoke and steam from the blazing matrix before it was sucked greedily away by the vacuum.
The approach corridor was just gone. The intense heat from the plasma discharges had melted the material of the surrounding bulkheads and decks, creating a large opening that revealed the bridge as a ChromSten cylinder, thirty meters across, and fifty high, attached to the armored engineering core.
Getting across the yawning, five-meter gulf between his present position and the breach was going to be Roger's first problem.
"No time like the present," he muttered, and triggered his armor's jump gear with a considerably gentler touch than Julian had used.
He sailed across the chasm, one hand supporting the plasma cannon while the other stretched out for the hole, and slammed into the outer face of the cylinder. The outstretched arm slipped through the breach, but his reaching fingers found nothing to grip. His arm slithered backwards, and for just a moment he felt a stab of panic. But then his fingers hooked into the ragged edge of the hole and locked.
"Piece of cake," he panted, and exoskeletal "muscles" whined as he lifted himself up onto the slight lip which was all that remained of the outer door frame. He braced himself and ripped at the hole, widening it. The matrix of the ChromSten itself had begun to fail under the plasma fire, and the material sparked against his armored hand, returning to its original chrome and selenium atomic structure.
* * *
Giovannuci and Iovan stood with their hands behind their heads, with the rest of the command deck crew lined up at their stations behind them, as Roger entered the compartment behind his plasma cannon. All of them were in skin-suits against the soft vacuum that now filled most of the ship.
Roger looked around the bridge, then at the gore splattered over the self-destruct console, and shook his head.
"Was that strictly necessary?" he asked, as he walked over to the tactical officer's body and turned it over. "Who?"
"Me," Iovan said.
"Short range," Roger said contemptuously. "I guess you couldn't hit him from any farther away."
"Take off that fucking armor and we'll see how far away I can shoot," Iovan said, and spat on the floor.
Pahner clambered through the hole, widening it further in the process, and crossed to the prince.
"You should've waited for us to secure it, Your Highness," he said over the command frequency.
"And give them a chance to destroy the controls?" Roger replied over the same circuit. "No way. Besides," he chuckled tightly, "I figured they were probably down to bead guns after Julian's crazy stunt. If they hadn't been, they'd still be shooting at us in the passageway."
He switched back to the external amplifier, cranked up to maximum in the near-vacuum that passed for "air" on Emerald Dawn's bridge at that particular moment, and looked at Giovannuci and Iovan.
"I can't read 'merchant marine' rank tabs. Which of you is Giovannuci?"
"I am," the colonel told him.
"Turn off the self-destruct," Roger said.
"No."
"Okay," Roger said, with an unseen shrug inside his armor, and turned to Iovan. "Who are you?"
"I don't have to tell you that," Iovan said.
"Senior NCO," Pahner said.
"Yeah, he's got that look," Roger said. "Not a bridge officer, so you can't turn it off, can you?"
"Nobody in here can," Giovannuci said. "Except me."
Roger started to replied, then half-turned as Kosutic crawled into the bridge.
"I've got that second officer out here," the sergeant major said over the command frequency. "She's ready to turn off the self-destruct, just as soon as we clear all these guys off the Bridge. She said to watch the CO. He's a real true-believer."
"So which one of you is Prince Roger?" Giovannuci asked.
"I am," the prince replied. "And I'm going to see to it that you hang, if it's the last thing I do."
"I don't think so," the Saint colonel said, calmly, and pulled the one-shot from behind his neck.
Time seemed to crawl as Roger started to lift his plasma cannon, then dropped it. If he fired it, the blast would take out half the ship controls ... including the self-destruct console. So instead, he sprang forward, his hand continuing upward to the hilt of his sword even as the plasma cannon fell.
The prince was almost supernally fast, but whether he could have killed the colonel before he fired would remain forever unknown, since Pahner slammed into his suit, arms spread.
The impact threw the prince's armor to the side, sending it smashing into the tactical display and out of the Saint's' line of fire just as Giovannuci swung the weapon forward, catching Pahner dead center, and squeezed the button.
Roger lunged back upright with a shriek of pure rage and spun in place as Iovan produced another of the weapons and came at him. But this time there was no mistake, and the flashing Voitan-forged blade took off the sergeant major's head and hand in a steaming fan of blood.
The shot from the anti-armor device had spun Giovannuci backwards and on to the deck. Now he climbed back to his feet and raised his hands.
"I'm sorry I missed," he said tightly. "But we're all going to die anyway. Pollution take you."
"I don't think so," Roger grated. "We have your second-in-command, and she's more than willing to turn it off. You are going to, though, I promise you," he continued in a voice of frozen helium, and looked at Kosutic. "Sergeant Major, take the colonel to the shuttle bays. Make sure he doesn't do any more damage, but don't let anything happen to him on the way, either. We'll deal with him later, and I want him in perfect shape when he faces the hangman."
The sergeant major said something in reply, but Roger didn't hear her as he dropped to his knees beside Pahner. He turned the captain over as gently as possible, but there wasn't really much point. This time, the placement had been accurate. The one-shot had struck the Marine squarely on the his armor's carapace, and the ricocheting scab of armor had done precisely what it was supposed to do.
Roger bent close, trying to see through the flickering distortion of the captain's helmet. The readouts indicated that there was still brain function, but as the blood drained from the head into the shattered body, it was fading fast.
"I promise," Roger said, lifting the captain and holding him. "I promise I won't die. I promise I'll save my mother. You can depend on me, Armand. You can, I promise. Rest now. Rest, my champion."
He sat there, rocking the body, until the last display flickered out.
EPILOGUE
Roger tapped his display as the former Saint officer left the captain's office. All things considered, Beach had taken the news rather well. On the other hand, since she'd thrown her lot in rather definitively with the group around Roger, there wasn't much she could do but help. As it was, she was an outlaw under both Saint and Imperial law. If Roger succeeded, she'd be sitting pretty. If he didn't, she wouldn't be any worse off. Once they got near civilization, of course, he wouldn't be able to trust her. But until they got to wherever they were going to start the process of infiltrating the Empire, she really had only two choices: help them, or die. It wasn't much of a choice.
He looked up from the display and stood as the next person on his calendar entered.
"Sergeant Despreaux," he said. "I'd like to speak to you about near-future plans."
He sat back down and returned his attention to his display, then looked back up with an irritated expression as Despreaux came to a position of parade rest.
"Oh, hell, Nimashet. Would you please sit down?" he demanded in exasperation, and waited until she'd obeyed before he glanced back at the display and shook his head.
"I hadn't realized how short you really were when we left Old Earth. You should have ended your term while we were still in Sindi."
"I thought about that at the time," she replied. "Captain Pahne
r spoke to me about it, as well. Obviously, I couldn't just leave."
"I could probably find a way for you to leave now," Roger sighed. "Along with the four other people who are alive and over their terms. But there'd be the little problem of the price on your heads."
"I'll stay with you for the time being, Sir," Despreaux said.
"Thank you," Roger said formally, then drew a deep breath. "I ... I have to ask a ... I'd like to make a request, however."
"Yes?"
He rubbed his face and looked around the cabin.
"I—Nimashet, I don't know if I can do this ..." He stopped and shook his head. "I—Damn it, I know I can't do this alone. Please, please promise me that you won't leave at the first opportunity. Please promise that you won't just go. I need you. I don't need your gun; I can find plenty of gunners. I need your strength. I need your sense of humor. I need your ... balance. Don't leave me, Nimashet Despreaux. Please. Just ... stay with me."
"I won't marry you," she said. "Or, rather, I'll marry 'Prince Roger,' but I refuse to marry 'Emperor Roger.' "
"I understand," Roger said with a sigh. "Just don't leave me. Okay?"
"Okay," she said, and stood. "Will that be all, Sir?"
Roger looked at her for a moment, then nodded.
"Yes, thank you, Sergeant," he said formally.
"Then goodnight, Sir."
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