Kris Longknife: Tenacious (Kris Longknife novellas Book 12)

by Mike Shepherd

  Reinforcements were arriving.

  The first ship through was the George Washington, with Rear Admiral Yi of Earth. It was a 22-inch frigate and led the Abraham Lincoln, Franklin D. Roosevelt, and the John F. Kennedy.

  “Our problems have even Old Earth rearming?” Jack observed.

  “With frigates, Jack,” Kris pointed out. “They’re cheaper, and their smaller crews cost less come payday.”

  “It’s still nice,” Penny said.

  “I’ll take any help we can get,” Admiral Kitano muttered.

  “Next up we have the Lenin, Khrushchev, Bismarck, and Frederick the Great,” Kitano reported.

  “Do they have the Lenin and the George Washington in the same squadron?” Amanda said. “I thought those groups didn’t like each other.”

  “The bigger reach,” Nelly said, “is the Kennedy with the Khrushchev. The two men almost blew up Old Earth during the first atomic crisis. I am told this class is made up of great war leaders or peacemakers.”

  “Well, they didn’t blow up Earth, and we got to be here,” Kris said. “I’ll put those two down as peacemakers.”

  “Kris, Chief Beni is having a problem with these ships.”

  “What kind of problem?” Kris asked. Haven’t I exhausted my supply of new problems yet for this month? she managed not to whine aloud.

  “The radar image he gets off these ships is nowhere near as large as his mass-density detector says it should be. His laser bounce from them is even less. Our gravity detector says there’s a good fifty thousand tons of ship out there. The reactors are what you’d expect, but the radar bounce is more like a fifteen-thousand-ton corvette and the laser reflection is more like a five-thousand-ton schooner.”

  Kris eyed her staff. She got a lot of blank looks in return.

  “I guess Old Earth’s dog may have taught itself some new tricks,” she said.

  Nelly went on. “The next division is led by the Charles de Gaulle; there’s another Churchill, Clemenceau, and King George V. They’re all 22-inchers.”

  “Nice. Very nice,” Jack said.

  “Get your history book ready for this one,” Admiral Kitano said. “Admiral Yamamoto, Chairman Mao Zedong, Admiral Togo, and Sun Tzu. All 22-inchers again.”

  “No, Nelly, we don’t want a history lesson,” Kris told her computer as it began a dissertation on who these ships were named for. “Earth can name their ships after anyone they want. Just so long as we get them to fight with us, it’s all very fine by me.”

  “But, Kris, a lot of these people were at each other’s throats.”

  “That was four hundred years ago,” Jacques said. “A lot can change in four hundred years.”

  “Unless you’ve got an ‘Enlightened One’ passing down the same old same old,” Kris said.

  “Yes,” came from everyone present.

  “Leading off the next division is the Nelson Mandela, followed by the Shaka Zulu, the Simon Bolivar, and the Jose de San Martin.”

  “I guess we know who paid for them,” Amanda said.

  “Here comes the last division,” Kitano reported. “Julius Caesar, Alexander, Saladin, and Genghis Khan. Behind them are a dozen merchant ships named Apple Blossom, Cherry Blossom, Pear Blossom, and the like. Lots of flowers. Oh, and what looks like two more stations. At least, that’s what I hope Shang-hi and Plymouth mean when you put the names on huge ships.”

  Kris stood and walked over to examine the board with her order of battle.

  Of the thirty-four that had sailed out to meet the enemy in the last battle, twenty-six were ready to answer bells and get underway. There were seven more in dock. Maybe four could be made battle ready in a few days.

  It was anyone’s guess when the Hornet, Constellation, Royal, and Bulwark might sail again. If they ever did.

  Admiral Kitano had trained up another thirty-two. They were drilled and ready. The twenty-four that Earth had just provided would need to adopt to Alwa battle methods and be put through a few shakedown cruises.

  With luck, the enemy would give them the time they needed.

  Kris really did have a fleet now. Eighty-two, maybe eighty-five frigates.

  Almost triple what she’d had the last time the aliens attacked.

  Of course, at least three times as many aliens were likely to come at them.

  The screams of the old woman echoed in Kris’s mind. “All of them are coming for us. Jacques, how many is all of the alien base ships?”

  “We’re studying the writing on the wall, Kris. As best we can tell, there are at least thirty of them. There are some that seem to have left only one memorial and pile of heads. If they are still out there and come calling, there might be as many as fifty.”

  Kris shook her head. “We’ll worry about them later. Just now, we have this other problem—fast movers. Let’s see how we handle them.”

  64

  Kris studied the screens with Kitano. This was a Navy problem.

  The civilians stayed at the conference table. Even Penny and Masao.

  The felines slipped in and settled down on stools in the corner. Kris didn’t object. They’d come to see what the humans could do. She’d give them a show before she took them out to meet the Alwans. The cats might like the Ostriches.

  Assuming they didn’t try to eat each other.

  Admiral Kitano spoke first. “We’ve sent warnings through Jump Point Alpha telling the reinforcements that they might have something following them through with a high-speed vector on the boat and unable to steer clear of them. Admiral Yi is taking his ships down a bit below the planetary plane and slowing them at 1.25 gees.”

  “Except for those two,” Kris pointed out.

  “Yes, the Saladin and the Genghis Khan are decelerating at 3.5 gees and are rising a bit above the direct exit from the jump. They’ve got those new 22-inch lasers with a range close to two hundred thousand klicks. If they can anchor some three or four hundred thousand klicks from the jump, they’ll be in position to take solid shots at our fast visitors for a long, long time.”

  “And the ships you sent up from here?”

  “I’ve got four of the 22-inch frigates of the ghost division headed out. Phantom and Voodoo to Alpha, Banshee and Daemon to Beta.”

  “But they’ve got a ways to go. When do you expect our hostiles?”

  “I hate to say it, but your guess is as good as mine. They don’t maintain a constant acceleration. The report on jump activity will likely arrive after they do. Assuming they don’t miss the jump point and not show up at all.”

  “Your best guess?”

  “Anytime from five minutes ago to an hour from now. They could be later. Obviously, they weren’t earlier.”

  “Nelly, do you have an opinion?”

  “No, Admiral. The admiral’s guess is as good as mine.”

  “Smart computer,” Masao was heard to whisper.

  “May I get you some coffee?” Jacques asked.

  “Do you want some coffee?” Kris asked the anthropologist right back, arching an eyebrow.

  “I would, thank you so very much, Admiral. And I do believe Amanda would as well.”

  “Me too,” Penny put in.

  “Zarra, would you and your admiral like some?”

  “May we have some of that other dark warm liquid?”

  “Chocolate?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Get me some hot water for tea,” Kris said. “Please bring a few bags of that relaxing kind.”

  “Me too,” Jack said.

  “Masao, would you lend me a hand? I’m going to need a pack mule to haul all this,” Jacques said.

  “Of course, since you ask me so kindly,” the Musashi officer said, smiling.

  “Oops,” Amanda said. “And he calls himself an anthropologist.”

  “Maybe I’m just a little bit worried and off my game,” Jacques said as he opened the door for his putative pack mule and intelligence lieutenant.

  No sooner had he closed the door than the scr
eens lit up.

  No doubt, what was now showing up had taken place hours ago. That made it no less nail-biting.

  A bright blip shot out of Jump Point Beta.

  The Saladin and Genghis Khan were still braking, their bows with six 22-inch lasers aimed at the jump point. However, the alien raider was moving fast, some six hundred thousand klicks an hour and accelerating at close to 3.5 gees.

  It was also spawning bullets, lots of bullets.

  Were they just iron slugs or atomics? No way to tell from here.

  It seemed like forever, but it couldn’t have been more than a minute before the two Earth ships opened fire.

  Their first shots missed; the alien was accelerating and jinking. They’d learned something from watching Kris’s fights.

  The ship was a haze on the screen as it went up first, then down. Then right, then right, and finally left.

  The Earth ships fired, then fired, then fired again. They must have fired their forward battery empty because it looked like they paused, cut deceleration, then flipped ship and started firing their aft battery.

  One of those must have scored a hit because the aliens’ vector went off hard and long to the right. And it held its course.

  Lasers from both ships transfixed it before it could make corrections and get back into a jinking pattern.

  Where a ship had been, was now only a quickly gone cloud of hot gas.

  The Saladin and Genghis Khan took fifteen seconds to finish recharging their forward battery, then flipped ship again. They were braking at 1.15 gees as they took on the bullets.

  They were just dumb iron with no engines, no jinking. They were melted to drops of slag quickly under the cuts and slashes of 22-inch lasers.

  The battle was over before it had barely begun.

  “That was well done,” the feline admiral said.

  “But how much more of these will we face?” Jack asked.

  “There was no way for this one to report on their success or failure. They likely already have more on the way,” Kris said.

  “Ships hurled at us blind,” Penny said softly, “with crews that have no chance to survive.”

  The war had entered a new phase. It was now a war of attrition where the enemy could hit them anytime, and only had to succeed once to rack up a terrible butcher’s bill.

  “We’ll have to be on guard every hour of every day,” Jack was heard to mutter.

  65

  Two days later, the Old Earth fleet arrived above Alwa.

  With the Wasp in dock, Kris had no Forward Lounge to meet with all her skippers. She briefly considered having the Princess Royal grow one but quickly dropped that idea. Her adjustments to the fraternizing rule was quite enough. No need to reintroduce alcohol to the fleet as well.

  She’d connected Admiral Benson and Mother MacCreedy and in two shakes, Canopus Station now had a very nice Officers’ Club.

  As Kris crossed the brow to the station, Captains Taussig and O’dell met her. She’d asked for them, and they’d obeyed her gentle order.

  “I’m converting four empty supply ships into two fast warships,” Kris began without preamble. “They’ll have four reactors and twelve rocket motors. Design tells me they’ll easily maintain three gees for as long as needed. One will have all eight of the 18-inch lasers we have left. Four forward, four aft. O’dell, she’ll be your new Endeavor.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” the merchant skipper answered evenly but with no visible reaction.

  “The other will have six of the new 22-inch lasers. Three forward, three aft. Phil, we’ll name her Hornet.”

  “And I take it that she’s mine?”

  “Yes.”

  He nodded. “The last two Hornets have been good to me and my crew. Though, I must admit, we’ve been hard on them.”

  They walked in silence for a moment.

  “As many guns fore as aft,” Phil finally said. “What do you intend?”

  “I’m sending you two back to Wardhaven with a cargo of information and biologicals that is critical to our survival effort. At least one of you must get back.”

  “Ma’am, do we have to take the ships back?” Captain O’dell asked. “I know that me and my crew don’t want to leave you.”

  Kris eyed the two. “I’ll make it a written order if I have to.”

  “Yes, Your Highness,” Phil said. He knew how much Kris hated to be Highnessed.

  “Yes, Phil.” Kris tried to keep her reasonable voice. “This is coming from My Highness and your admiral and the Viceroy all rolled up into one mean package. Both of you saw what’s under that damn pyramid. For the first time, we’ve got a full physiological study of those bastards. We’ve got their intent in their own words as well. There’s something more. The scientists have found a plant here that all sentient civilization needs and we can’t let the aliens destroy it or, worse, let it fall into the aliens’ hands.”

  “Are you going to tell us what this is?”

  “Not now. Not until you leave. But you will be carrying boffins and cargo that you cannot let the aliens capture.”

  “We’ve already had this discussion,” Phil said. “No doubt you’ve had the same one with her,” he said, nodding at Captain O’dell. “If worse comes to worst, they don’t get our ship. They get an expanding ball of gas.”

  “That’s why I’m sending you two,” Kris said.

  “Will we be taking any other people?” O’dell asked.

  Kris grimaced. “If we have space, I guess we could allow some. Likely, we wouldn’t have space enough for everyone who wanted to go. We could hold a lottery for them.”

  “Do you really want to send back those who want to go back enough that they’d risk this passage?” Phil asked. “They wouldn’t likely be your best friends.”

  Kris scowled. “I need you two to be my ambassadors of goodwill. To tell folks we need more help, and we’re doing good with what they’ve sent us.”

  “I think we could be that,” O’dell said. “I’m not so sure that the folks who really want out of here would be much help if someone shoved a mic in their face.”

  “More likely, they’d grab the first mic they could get their hands on and never let go,” Phil said.

  “I may have to rethink sending you with excess passengers,” Kris admitted.

  “If we’re going to be using the three gees you mentioned, I’d prefer a light ship,” Phil said.

  “Thanks for giving me your thoughts, folks.”

  “Always glad to help a Longknife out,” Phil said with a huge grin.

  Rear Admiral Yi was waiting for Kris outside the new Officers’ Club. O’dell saluted him, but Taussig, being in the presence of a vice admiral, acknowledged him with a nod, then saluted Kris and headed into the club.

  Kris returned Yi’s salute, the OCS cadet she’d been not all that long ago wondering who was saluting who, as Phil and O’dell slipped away.

  “I’ve got good news for you, Admiral,” Yi said, handing Kris a package.

  She opened it to find the flag and shoulder boards of a full, four-star admiral.

  “You’re out of uniform,” Yi said with a broad grin

  “Again,” Kris said, and sighed. “I take it this is still a frocking up? Nothing added to my base pay.”

  “‘She’s a Longknife, she doesn’t need the money,’ was what your king told me.”

  “That sounds like Grampa Ray,” Kris muttered. Admiral Yi was in Earth dress blues. Kris was in dress whites with all her medals and orders; most were human, but now some were feline.

  It added quite a bit to her weight.

  Jack was nowhere in sight, unfortunately.

  “Yi, would you do me the honor of replacing my shoulder boards?”

  “Gladly.” As he did, he spoke softly for her ears only. “There’s a major reinforcement fleet building up to ship out here. It’s holding for something. Just exactly what that something is, I don’t know, and I was specifically told that I didn’t want to know because if I even guessed a
bout it, and guessed too close, I would no longer be deployable.”

  “So, what is your best guess, now that you are deployed?”

  “Honestly, I don’t know. What I do know is that there are three humongous ships taking shape in orbit over Wardhaven, Pitt’s Hope, and Savannah. No one can tell you what’s in them that makes them need to be so huge, but I can tell you, there are Iteeche crawling all over them right beside the humans.”

  He paused to grin at Kris. “At least, that is what I hear.”

  “Iteeche?” Kris said, with a raised eyebrow.

  “I swear, the demilitarized zone is more like a transit zone these days. We shipped them the specs for Smart Metal. What they paid for it is likely what’s going on around those three monster ships.”

  “But you don’t know what that is.”

  “Really, Admiral, I haven’t a clue. I was told that when it gets here, you’ll fall in love with it, but until it’s here, they don’t want to risk anything’s being captured.”

  “Well, that’s nice to hear,” Kris said. “Now, want to tell me why our radar and lasers are being so attenuated when they sweep your ships?”

  “Oh, that’s a surprise of our own. I’m surprised you didn’t ask me on the way in.”

  “If it’s a secret surprise, would you want it on the radio?”

  “Right, well, quantum computers have been slowing down itty-bitty bits of light for years to speed up their computing. Ever wondered if we could slow down laser beams, spread them around, and maybe send them back the way they came?”

  “The thought has crossed my mind,” Kris said. “I understand the small quanta of light in computing are a whole lot more manageable than an 18-inch laser beam.”

  “That’s been the thinking for centuries, but back on Earth, we’ve had some of our best research centers and universities working on the concept. You know, not all the smart people are out on the Rim, no matter what you’ve heard.”

  Kris knew that the Rim worlds prided themselves on their lead in most scientific and technological advances for the last hundred years or so. She’d never visited Earth, and never had a taste of its chauvinism. Hopefully, the admiral would not be a problem.