So he did the only thing left to him. He reached out to Ruby with his mind, and their thoughts met and merged. In a moment that was no time at all, they reached deep within themselves, and power blazed up from the back brain, the undermind, up through their altered minds and out into the real world, where it became a wall of searing, consuming fire that surged away from Random and Ruby, burning up everything in its path. Ghost Warriors blackened and shriveled up, as though a part of the sun had come down and touched the earth. Dead flesh was consumed, given peace at last, and Shub tech melted down into pools of smoking liquid metal. Over a hundred Ghost Warriors were consumed in the first few seconds, and still the wall of heat roared on, devouring everything in its path. The army of Ghost Warriors turned to flee, but the wall of fire was faster, and pursued them out across the open plain.
By the time the flames snapped out, more than half the Shub army had been reduced to blackened husks, scattered across the plain in dark, featureless heaps. The survivors stood ranged before Young Jack Random, who was no longer smiling. Back at the valley entrance, Random and Ruby had fallen to their knees, heads hanging down in exhaustion. They'd put the last of their strength into maintaining that attack, and they had nothing left. The flames they had called up had not injured them, but now the heat radiating back from the scorched valley walls was almost overpowering.
"Now, that was a good one," said Ruby, her voice a toneless croak. "Think we could do it again?"
"Not a chance in hell," said Random. "But let's hope Young Jack Random doesn't know that. God, I feel bad."
"Same here. And we didn't even get most of them. I have a horrible suspicion we may have peaked too early."
"We had no choice. They would have overwhelmed us."
"The survivors still might." Ruby raised her head painfully slowly and looked out over the plain. "Shit. We got maybe half of them. And that smug metal bastard's still out there. Wonder what he's waiting for?"
"Probably to see how weakened we are. On your feet, Ruby. Maybe we can still bluff them."
But they couldn't get up without leaning heavily on each other, and even after they'd forced themselves up onto their trembling legs, their swords still hung limply from their hands.
"I don't know if you've noticed," said Ruby. "But our wounds aren't healing anymore."
"I noticed. I think that wall of flame took everything we had. Until we get a chance to rest and recover, we're tapped out.
We're… just human again. Nothing left but our guns and our steel and our good right arms."
"Good," said Ruby. "I always thought that was a more honest way to fight."
"There is still… one option," said Random.
"Is there, by God?" said Ruby. "I'd love to hear it."
"You get the hell out of here. Run. Make your way back to Vidar while I hold them here as long as I can. Maybe buy you enough time to get some kind of defense organized in the city."
"A nice thought," said Ruby. "But no."
"If you stay, we'll both die. Where's the sense in that? At least my way, one of us gets to live. Be logical, Ruby."
"I am. There are no defenses left to organize at Vidar. And you should know I never ran from a good fight in my life." She paused. "Everyone has to die somewhere. And I never thought I'd die in bed. Never wanted to. This is as good a way to go as any."
"I always wanted to die in bed," said Random, smiling. "Preferably with a belly full of good brandy and my arm around a beautiful woman. But if I have to go down fighting… I can't think of anyone else I'd rather be with."
"Oh, Jack, you say the nicest things."
They kissed once, unhurriedly, and then turned to look out at the enemy forces on the plain one last time. And saw Young Jack Random striding toward them, quite alone, his hands empty of weapons. The rest of the Ghost Warrior army stood still and silent, watching. Random and Ruby looked at each other.
"What the hell does he think he's doing?" said Random. "Surely he doesn't expect us to surrender?"
"Maybe he wants to surrender," said Ruby hopefully.
The steel machine in its human covering strode across the plain, smiling his interminable smile, and finally came to a halt a respectful distance away from the two humans guarding the valley entrance. He was still in disrupter range, but Random was pretty sure his Shub double was fast enough to dodge an energy beam if he had to.
"Well, well," said Young Jack Random pleasantly. "Here we all are again. Funny how we keep bumping into each other, isn't it? It must be fate. How are you both feeling?"
"Strong enough to kick your metal ass," growled Ruby.
"What do you want?" said Random.
"To fulfill my mission here," said Young Jack Random, standing tall and heroic in his silver armor. "To wipe out every living human on this planet and make it over into a Shub base."
"I take it your rebel allies don't know that," said Random.
"Oh, I think they probably do, deep down, but they don't want to admit it. The human talent for self-deception never ceases to amaze me. Still, they and their pitiful army are irrelevant now. While they're keeping your forces occupied, I will take my army to Vidar and destroy it."
"You have to get past us first," said Ruby. "And you've already seen what we can do when we put our minds to it."
"Yes, and very impressive it was," said Young Jack Random. "But not totally unexpected. Our files on you are really quite extensive. We've studied every use of your remarkable powers, on every occasion. And being the great brains that we are, we came up with an answer. You see, you're really talking to the rogue AIs of Shub. We're running all our forces on this miserable planet through this focus. That's why you couldn't kill us on Golgotha. Only a body died there, and we have so many bodies. This one is very special. We built something very powerful into it and then sent it here, knowing your human egos would demand you come to face it."
"Wait a minute," said Ruby. "You mean you staged all this, killed all these people, just to get to us?"
"Now, isn't that just typical of human egos?" said Young Jack Random. "No, my dear, you're not that important. Loki is a vital staging point in our expansion into Human space. But we did set things up to bring you here too. You Maze people fascinate us. And we are determined to have you in our laboratories so we can learn to do what you do. To that end, a very special device was installed in me. Its function, to suppress your more than human powers and abilities. The most powerful esp-blocker ever built." His smile widened. "And yes, it's been operating all the time I've been standing here. You are quite helpless. I advise you to surrender. If not, I will be obliged to hurt you."
Random and Ruby looked at each other and began to laugh.
Young Jack Random looked from one to the other. "I really don't see what use hysteria is in this situation…"
"You idiot," said Random. "Whatever we may be, we're not espers. We established that long ago."
And he reached inside himself and pulled up the last few sparks of his power, then surged forward, crossing the space between them with impossible speed. He raised his sword and brought it savagely down toward the Fury's head. Flames flared around the steel blade. Young Jack Random raised a hand as though to block the blow. The blazing sword sheared through the flesh and metal hand, buried itself in Young Jack Random's metal skull, and then continued on down in a shower of sparks, cutting through the steel and flesh body till it erupted out of his groin. The two halves of the Fury fell slowly away from each other, and lay sparking and spitting on the ground. Random stood over them, just a little out of breath.
"That… isn't possible," said a cold metallic voice from one side of the sundered head.
"It is if I believe it is," said Random. "Now shut the hell up and die."
He stamped on the left half of the metal head, and crushed it flat under his boot. Ruby came over and stamped on the other side of the head, and then they both used their disrupters on the two halves of the body, blowing them apart. And out on the plain, every one of the s
urviving Ghost Warriors suddenly collapsed and lay still, as though all their strings had been cut.
"Of course," said Ruby. "He said he was Shub's focus. With communications being so difficult on Loki, they needed a booster to maintain their control, and that was him. With him gone, they're just so much metal junk. You know what, Jack, I think we just won this war."
"Of course," said Random. "I told you everything would be all right. You should listen to me more."
Ruby laughed and hugged him. "We're heroes! We're immortal! We're going to live forever!"
They hugged each other for a long time, and then let go and just stood companionably together, enjoying being alive.
"I'm taking our survival as a sign," said Random. "No more pussyfooting. From now on I do what needs to be done, and God help the guilty."
"Sounds good to me," said Ruby. "Did you have anything particular in mind?"
"First we go find the two human armies, or what's left of them, and persuade them that their war is over."
"And then?"
"And then we go back to Vidar. And clean house."
Back at the city, the populace went mad with joy over the two legendary heroes who'd saved their city and their planet. So when Jack Random asked them to do something for him, they didn't hesitate. Soon the whole population of Vidar was gathered in the great square before the main gates, watching breathlessly as Vidar's surviving guards fashioned a series of nooses and hung them from the inner wall. To one side knelt Matthew Tallon, once Planetary Controller, and Terrence Jacks, once Mayor of Vidar, and the few dozen rebels who'd survived the last battle. They all had their hands tied behind them. They looked for mercy in the faces of the crowd and saw none. On Random and Ruby's other side knelt de Lisle and Bentley and all their people, down to the lowest bureaucrat, also securely tied.
"You can't do this!" howled de Lisle. "I was Pardoned! We all were! Parliament put us in charge here! You can't go against the authority of Parliament!"
"Watch me," said Random. "You and your people plotted to leach this colony dry and then move on. I call that treason."
"We have backers!" said de Lisle. "Powerful backers! I could tell you their names…"
"They'll be in the computers somewhere. We'll find them. There's only one thing I want to know. That man, killed and gutted and placed in two crates. That was your idea, wasn't it?"
"It was Bentley's idea," de Lisle said quickly. "We needed something to motivate you, alienate you from the rebels."
"Who was the man?" said Ruby.
de Lisle shrugged and looked at Bentley, who said nothing. Ruby kicked the security chief in the ribs.
"Nobody," said Bentley. "Just someone we used. He wasn't important."
"Everyone's important," said Random. "That's what separates us from Shub." de Lisle started to splutter some excuse, but Random just looked at him, and he fell silent.
"They deserve to die," said Tallon. "But we only ever had the best interests of Loki at heart. We rebelled because we had legitimate grievances. You of all people should be able to understand that."
"I understand," said Random. "But you allied yourself with Shub, the Enemies of Humanity. The end doesn't always justify the means."
"Jack," said Ruby quietly, "I'm really not sure this is a good idea. Hang a few to make a point, sure, but this… de Lisle's right. Parliament is never going to approve this."
"Then to hell with Parliament," said Jack Random. He gestured to the guards, survivors of the army he had led. They looked at him with worshipful eyes. Random gestured at the ropes. "Hang them. Hang them all."
The guards dragged the prisoners over to the inner wall. Most went quietly. de Lisle screamed and kicked and sobbed right until they put the noose around his neck and cut off his breath forever. Tallon looked back at Random and Ruby with prophet's eyes, and raised his voice so the crowd would be sure to hear.
"They're monsters! You can't trust them! They'll turn on you in the end, because you're only human and they're not. They're monsters! Monsters!"
The noose put an end to his words. Politicians and rebels hung side by side on the inner wall of Vidar, and the population of the city cheered and cheered and cheered.
Ruby looked at Random.
"Hang them all," said Random. "They're all politicians. All dirty. Hang them all."
It was raining. Hard. The rain had started falling on the world known as Lachrymae Christi several million years earlier, and showed no signs of letting up. Fueled by the massive ocean that covered three quarters of the planet, the rain fell from eternally cloudy skies onto the jungle that covered the world's only continent from shore to shore. It fell on the wise and the wicked, the plain and the glorious, the lucky and the unlucky, and the rain it raineth every day. Lachrymae Christi had never known summer or winter, sunshine or snow, and never once had its gray skies been blessed with a rainbow.
The rain fell on the planet's unfortunate colonists too, though colonists wasn't perhaps the correct word to describe them. They hadn't come to this world through choice. They were rounded up by gloved and helmeted men and herded into the holds of cargo ships, persuaded on their way by long electric prods and drawn guns. They traveled in hardship and despair, and were finally dumped on their new home to make what kind of life they could for themselves. Supply ships left the bare necessities now and again, but that was the extent of the Empire's compassion. No one gave a damn whether the unwilling colonists lived or died, as long as they stayed where they were put. They were banned from starflight, banned from civilization, from a Humanity that had turned its backs on them. But against all the odds, the colonists had survived, and prospered in their fashion. If only to spite those who had abandoned them there.
Lachrymae Christi was a leper colony.
The Sunstrider II dropped out of hyperspace and fell into high orbit over the world of eternal tears. Owen Deathstalker sat uncomfortably before the main viewscreen on his yacht's bridge, and studied the silent planet's image, hidden beneath its perpetually swirling shroud of clouds. He didn't know much about Lachrymae Christi. Not many did. It wasn't something respectable people talked about, as though just using the dreaded word might somehow attract the disease's attention. For centuries the Empire had boasted that its scientists had defeated disease, and that with the regeneration machines and the cloning tanks, nothing should stop a man of decent means from living a long and healthy life. It was a different matter for the poor, of course, but that was true of everything.
Then, some seventy years ago, leprosy had returned—an almost forgotten horror from Humanity's distant past—and the scientists could do nothing. It spread rapidly from world to world, infecting rich and poor alike, and soon it was everywhere. No one knew what caused or spread it, and there was no hope or comfort available for its victims. Only isolation, shunned by friends and neighbors. And so, rather than have the victims hanging around as a reminder of science's failure, it was decided that once diagnosed, all lepers would be given a one-way ticket to the Rim, and a world no one wanted, where they could be with their own kind, and Humanity could comfortably forget them.
Only some people couldn't, wouldn't forget.
Hazel d'Ark slouched onto the bridge and dropped bone-lessly into the chair next to Owen's. She scowled at the image on the viewscreen and sniffed loudly. "I can't believe you agreed to this mission, Owen. I swear if I leave here with less than my usual number of fingers, I am personally going to drop-kick you out the nearest airlock."
"There's really nothing to worry about," said Owen, trying hard to sound reassuring. "All the latest medical information says you can't catch leprosy by casual contact. I checked."
"They don't know that! They don't know anything for sure. They still haven't even worked out where the hell it came from."
"What exactly is this leprosy?" said Midnight Blue from behind them. The tall, dark warrior woman was leaning in the doorway, drinking a vitamin extract straight from the bottle. "We don't have anything like it where I
come from."
"Same here," said Bonnie Bedlam, pushing past Midnight to claim the only remaining chair on the bridge. Her various piercings clattered loudly as she sat down. "Are there really people down there with bits falling off them?"
"Only in the worst cases," said Owen. "It's a neurological disease. Victims lose all sense of feeling. Even small wounds refuse to heal and become infected. Flesh rots and decays. It's a slow and very nasty way to die. There are some drugs that help, but not much."
"Is it too late to turn this ship around?" said Bonnie.
"I thought you believed in disfigurement as a fashion statement," said Midnight.
"There are limits," said Bonnie. "Though I never thought I'd hear myself saying that." She leaned in closer to Owen, and he did his best not to flinch away. "You know, Owen, this disease sounds too bad to be true. Could it be some bioweapon that got loose from a lab?"
"You're not the first person to suggest that," said Hazel. "Truth is, no one knows. It doesn't appear to be related to any other current disease. It could well have been some damn fool's idea of a last-ditch terror weapon. And it would explain how it just appeared out of nowhere."
"Of course, that could be nothing more than general paranoia," said Owen. "There was a lot of that about during Lionstone's reign."
"Yeah," said Hazel. "Mostly because they really were out to get you."
"True. Thank God things have changed since then."
Every alarm on the bridge went off at once, with flashing lights and sirens screaming loudly enough to wake the dead. Owen stared in disbelief at the control panels before him.
"I don't believe it!"
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