"No, that will be all right."
Falkenberg glanced at his watch, then drained his glass. "One more round, gentlemen, and I fear I have to take you away. Staff briefing. Irina, will you need an escort?"
"No, of course not."
We chatted a few minutes more; then Falkenberg stood. "Sorry to leave you alone, Irina, but we do have work to do."
"Yes. I quite understand."
"And I'd appreciate it if you can get that invitation made official as soon as possible," Falkenberg said. "Otherwise we're likely to have conflicting duties, but of course we could hardly refuse the governor's invitation."
"I'll get started right now."
"Good. Gentlemen? We've a bit of work. Administration of the new troops and such. Dull but necessary."
CHAPTER 4
The conference room had a long table large enough for a dozen officers, with chairs at the end for twice that many more. There were briefing screens on two walls. The others were panelled in some kind of rich wood native to Arrarat. There were scars on the paneling where pictures and banners had hung. Now the panels were bare, and the room looked empty and cold. The only decoration was the Co-Dominium flag: American eagle and Soviet hammer and sickle. It stood between an empty trophy case and a bare corner.
Louis Bonneyman was already there. He got up as we came in.
"There won't be many here," Falkenberg said. "You may as well take places near the head of the table."
"Will you be regimental adjutant or a battalion commander?" Deane asked me. He pointed to senior officers' places.
"Battalion commander by all means," I said. "Line over staff any day. Louis, you can be intelligence officer-"
"That may not seem quite so amusing in a few minutes," Falkenberg said. "Take your places, gentlemen." He punched a button on the table's console. "And give some thought to what you say-"
I wondered what the hell he meant by that. It hadn't escaped me that he'd known where to find us. Donnelley must have called him. The question was, why?
"Ten-hut!"
We got up as Colonel Harrington came in. Deane had told me Harrington was over 70, but I hadn't really believed it. There was no longer any doubt. Harrington was short and his face wore a pinched look. The little hair he had left was white.
Sergeant Major Ogilvie came in with him. He looked enormous when he stood next to the colonel. He was almost as tall as Falkenberg anyway, and a lot more massive. A big man to begin with, but standing next to Harrington he seemed a giant.
The third man was a major who couldn't have been much younger than the colonel.
"Be seated, gentlemen," Harrington said. "Welcome to Arrarat. I'm Harrington, of course. This is Major Lorca, my Chief of Staff. We already know who you are."
We muttered some kind of response while Harrington took his seat. He sat carefully, the way you might in high gravity, only of course Arrarat isn't a high-gravity planet. Old, I thought. Old and past retirement even with regeneration therapy and geriatric drugs.
"You're quite a problem for me," the colonel began. "We asked for a regiment of military police. Garrison marines. I didn't think we'd get a full regiment, but I certainly didn't ask for Line troops. Now what am I to do with you?"
Nobody said anything.
"I cannot integrate Line marines into the militia," the colonel added. "It would be a disaster for both units. I don't even want your troops in this city! That's all I need, to have Line troopers practicing system D in Harmony!"
Deane looked blankly at me, and I grinned. It was nice to know something he didn't. System D is a Line troop tradition. The men organize themselves into small units and go into a section of town, where they all drink until they can't hold any more. Then they tell the saloon owners they can't pay. If any of them cause trouble they wreck his place, with the others converging onto the troublesome bar while more units delay the guard.
"I'm sorry, but I want your Line troopers out of this city as soon as possible," Harrington said. "And I can't give you any officers. There's no way I can put marines under militia officers, and I can't spare any of the few Fleet people I have. That's a break for you gentlemen, because the four of you will be the only officers in the 501st Provisional Battalion. Captain Falkenberg will command, of course. Mr. Slater, as senior lieutenant you will be his second, and I expect you'll have to take a company as well. You others will also be company commanders. Major Lorca will be able to assist with logistics and maintenance services, but for the rest of it, you'll be on your own."
Harrington paused to let that sink in. Deane was grinning at me, and I answered it with one of my own. With any luck we'd do pretty well out of this miserable place. Experience as company commanders could cut years off our time as lieutenants.
"The next problem is, what the hell can I do with you after you're organized?" Harrington demanded. "Major Lorca, if you'll give them the background?"
Lorca got up and went to the briefing stand. He used the console to project a city map on the briefing screen. "As you can see, the city is strongly defended," he said. "We have no difficulty in holding it with our militia. However, it is the only part of Arrarat that we have ever been required to hold, and as a result there are a number of competing gangs operating pretty well as they please in the interior. Lately a group calling itself the River Pack has taken a long stretch along the river banks, and is levying such high passage fees that they have effectively cut the city off from supply. River traffic is the only feasible way to move agricultural goods from the farmlands to the city."
Lorca projected another map showing the river stretching northwestward from Harmony-Garrison. It ran through a line of hills, then upriver of that were more farmlands.
Beyond them lay another mountain chain. "In addition," Lorca said, "the raw materials for whatever industries we have on this planet come from these mines." A light pointer indicated the distant mountains. "It leaves us with a delicate political situation."
The colonel growled like a dog. "Delicate. Hell, it's impossible! Tell 'em the rest of it, Lorca."
"Yes, Colonel. The political responsibilities on this planet have never been carefully defined. Few jurisdictions are clear-cut. For example, the city of Garrison is under direct military authority, and Colonel Harrington is both civil and military commander within its walls. The city of Harmony is under direct CoDominium rule, with Governor Swale as its head. That is clear, but Governor Swale also holds a commission as planetary executive, which in theory subordinates Colonel Harrington to him. In practice they work together well enough, with the governor taking civil authority and Colonel Harrington exercising military authority. In effect we have integrated Garrison and Harmony.
"And that's about all we've agreed on," Harrington said. "There's one other thing that's bloody clear. Our orders say we're to hold Garrison at all costs. That in practice means we have to defend Harmony as well, so we've an integrated militia force. There's plenty enough strength to defend both cities against direct attack. Supply's another matter."
"As I said, a delicate situation," Major Lorca repeated. "We cannot hold the city without supply, and we cannot supply the city without keeping the river transport lines open. In the past Governor Swale and Colonel Harrington were agreed that the only way to do that was to extend CoDominium rule to these areas along the river." The light pointer moved again, indicating the area marked as held by the River Pack.
"They resisted us," Lorca said. "Not only the convicts, but the original colonists as well. Our convoys were attacked. Our militiamen were shot down by snipers. Bombs were thrown into the homes of militia officers- the hostiles don't have many sympathizers inside the city, but it doesn't take many to employ terror tactics. The governor would not submit to military rule in the city of Harmony, and the militia could not sustain the effort needed to hold the river banks. On orders from the governor all CoDominium-controlled forces were withdrawn to within the walls of Harmony-Garrison."
"We abandoned those people," Harringt
on said. "Well, they got what they deserved. As you'd expect, there was a minor civil war out there. When it was over, the River Pack was in control. Swale recognized them as a legal government. Thought he could negotiate with them. Horse puckey. Go on, Lorca. Give 'em the bottom line."
"Yes, sir. As the colonel said, the River Pack was recognized as a legal government, and negotiations were started. They have not been successful. The River Pack has made unacceptable demands as a condition of opening the river supply lines. Since it is obvious to the governor that we cannot hold these cities without secure supplies, he directed Colonel Harrington to reopen the supply lines by military force. The attempt was not successful."
"They beat our arses," Harrington interjected. His lips were tightly drawn. "I've got plenty of explanations for it. Militia are just the wrong kind of troops for the job. That's all burned hydrogen anyway. The fact is, they beat us, and we had to send back to Headquarters for marine reinforcements. I asked for a destroyer and a regiment of military police. The warship and the marines would have taken the goddam river banks, and the imps could hold it for us. Instead I got you people."
"Which seems to have turned the trick," Major Lorca said. "At 16:30 hours this afternoon Governor Swale received word that the River Pack wishes to reopen negotiations. Apparently they have information sources within the city-"
"In the city, hell," Harrington said. "In the governor's palace, if you ask me. Some of his clerks have sold out."
"Yes, sir," Lorca said. "In any event, they have heard that reinforcements have come, and wish to negotiate a settlement."
"Bastards," Colonel Harrington said. "Bloody criminal butchers. You can't imagine what those swine have done out there. And His Excellency will certainly negotiate a settlement that leaves them in control. I guess he has to. There's not much doubt that with the 501st as a spearhead we could retake that area, but we can't hold it with Line marines! Hell, Line troops aren't any use at military government. They aren't trained for it and they won't do it."
Falkenberg cleared his throat. Harrington glared at him for a moment. "Yes?"
"Question, sir."
"Ask it."
"What would happen if the negotiations failed so that the 501st was required to clear the area by force? Would that produce a more desirable result?"
Harrington nodded, and the glare faded. "I like the way you think. Actually, Captain, it wouldn't. Not really. The gangs would try to fight, but when they saw it was hopeless they'd take their weapons and run. Melt into the bush and wait. Then we'd be back where we were a couple of years ago, fighting a long guerrilla war with no prospect for ending it. I had something like that in mind, Captain, but that was when I was expecting mps. I think we could govern with a regiment of mps."
"Yes, sir." Falkenberg nodded. "But even if we must negotiate a settlement with the River Pack, surely we would like to be in as strong a bargaining position as possible."
"What do you have in mind, Falkenberg?" Harrington asked. He sounded puzzled, but there was genuine interest in his voice.
"If I may, sir." Falkenberg got up and went to the briefing screen. "At the moment I take it we are technically in a state of war with the River Pack?"
"It's not that formal," Major Lorca said, "but yes, that's about the situation."
"I noticed that there was an abandoned CD fort about 240 kilometers upriver," Falkenberg continued. He used the screen controls to show that section of the river. "You've said that you don't want Line marines in the city. It seemed to me that the old fort would make a good base for the 501st, and our presence there would certainly help keep river traffic open."
"All right. Go on," Harrington said.
"Now we have not yet organized the 501st Battalion, but no one here knows that. I have carefully isolated my officers and troops from the militia. Sergeant Major, have any of the enlisted men talked with anyone on this post?"
"No, sir. Your orders were pretty clear, sir."
"And I know the officers have not," Falkenberg added. He glanced at us and we nodded. "Therefore I think it highly unlikely that we will run into any serious opposition if we march immediately to our new base," Falkenberg said. "We may be able to do some good on the way. If we move fast, we may catch some River Pack gangsters. Whatever happens, we'll disrupt them and make it simpler to negotiate favorable terms."
"Immediately," Harrington said. "What do you mean by immediately?"
"Tonight, sir. Why not? The troops aren't settled in. They're prepared to march. Our gear is all packed for travel. If Major Lorca can supply us with a few trucks for heavy equipment, we'll have no other difficulties."
"By God," Harrington muttered. He looked thoughtful. "It's taking a hell of a risk…" He paused. "But not so big a risk as we'd have if you stayed around here. As you say, right now nobody knows what we've got. Let the troops get to talking, and it'll get all over this planet that you've brought a random collection of recruits, guardhouse soldiers, and newbies. That wouldn't be so obvious if you hit the road."
"You'd be pretty much on your own until we get river traffic established again," Major Lorca warned.
"Yes, sir," Falkenberg answered. "But we'd be closer to food supply than you are. I've got three helicopters and a couple of Skyhooks. We can bring in military stores with those."
"By God, I like it," Harrington said. "Right now those bastards have us beaten. I wouldn't mind paying them out." He looked at us and shook his head. "What do you chaps think? I can only spare the four of you. That stands. Can you do it?"
We all nodded. I had my doubts, but I was cocky enough to think I could do anything. "It will be a cake-walk, sir," I said. "I can't think a gang of criminals wants to face a battalion of Line marines.“
"Honor of the corps and all that," Harrington said. “I was never with Line troops. You haven't been with 'em long enough to know anything about them, and here you're talking like one of them already. All right, Captain Falkenberg, you are authorized to take your battalion to Fort Beersheeba at your earliest convenience. Tell 'em what you can give 'em, Lorca." The colonel sounded ten years younger. That defeat had hurt him, and he was looking forward to showing the River Pack what regular troops could do.
Major Lorca told us about logistics and transport. There weren't enough trucks to carry more than a bare minimum of supplies. We could tow the artillery, and there were two tanks we could have. For most of us it would be march or die, but it didn't look to me as if there'd be very much dying.
Finally Lorca finished. "Questions?" He looked at Falkenberg.
"I'll reserve mine for the moment, sir." Falkenberg was already talking like a battalion commander.
"Sir, why is there so little motor transport?" Louis Bonneyman asked.
"No fuel facilities," Lorca told him. "No petroleum refineries. We have a small supply of crude oil and a couple of very primitive distillation plants, but nowhere near enough to support any large number of motor vehicles. The original colonists were quite happy about that. They didn't want them." Lorca reminded me of one of the instructor officers at the academy.
"What weapons are we facing?" Deane Knowles asked.
Lorca shrugged. "They're better armed than you think. Good rifles. Some rocket launchers. A few mortars. Nothing heavy, and they tend to be deficient in communications, in electronics in general, but there are exceptions to that. They've captured gear from our militia-" Colonel Harrington winced at that-"and of course anything we sell to the farmers eventually ends up in the hands of the gangs. If we refuse to let the farmers buy weapons, we condemn them. If we do sell weapons, we arm more convicts. A vicious circle."
I studied the map problem. It didn't look difficult. A thousand men need just over a metric ton of dried food every day. There was plenty of water along the route, though, and we could probably get local forage as well. We could do it, even with the inadequate transport Lorca could give us. It did look like a cakewalk.
I worried with the figures until I was satisfied, then sudden
ly realized it wasn't an exercise for a class. This was real. In a few hours we'd be marching into hostile territory. I looked over at my classmates. Deane was punching numbers into his pocket computer and frowning at the result. Louis Bonneyman was grinning like a thief. He caught my eye and winked. I grinned back at him, and it made me feel better. Whatever happened I could count on them.
Lorca went through a few more details on stores and equipment available from the garrison, and other logistic support available from the fort. We all took notes, and of course the briefing was recorded. "That about sums it up," he said.
Harrington stood, and we followed suit. "I expect you'll want to organize the 501st before you'll have any meaningful questions," Harrington said. “I’ll leave you to that. You may consider this meeting your formal call on the commanding officer, although I'll be glad to see any of you in my office if you've anything to say to me. That's all."
"Ten-hut!" Ogilvie said. He stayed in the briefing room as Colonel Harrington and Major Lorca left.
"Well. We've work to do," Falkenberg said. "Sergeant Major."
"Sir!"
"Please run through the organization we worked out."
"Sir!" Ogilvie used the screen controls to flash charts onto the screens. As the colonel had said, I was second-in-command of the battalion, and also A Company commander. My company was a rifle outfit. I noticed it was heavy with experienced Line troopers, and I had less than my share of recruits.
Deane had drawn the weapons company, which figured. Deane had taken top marks in weapons technology at the academy, and he was always reading up on artillery tactics. Louis Bonneyman had another rifle company with a heavy proportion of recruits to worry about. Falkenberg had kept a large headquarters platoon under his personal command.
"There are reasons for this structure," Falkenberg said. “I’ll explain them later. For the moment, have any of you objections?"
"Don't know enough to object, sir," I said. I was studying the organization chart.
"All of you will have to rely heavily on your NCOs," Falkenberg said. "Fortunately there are some good ones. I've given the best, Centurion Lieberman, to A Company. Bonneyman gets Sergeant Cernan. If he works out, we can get him a Centurion's badges. Knowles has already worked with Gunner-Centurion Pniff. Sergeant Major Ogilvie stays with Headquarters Platoon, of course. In addition to your command duties, each of you will have to fill some staff slots. Bonneyman will be intelligence." Falkenberg grinned slightly. "I told you it might not seem such a joke."
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