Kris Longknife: Daring

by Mike Shepherd

  “She doesn’t have to be here,” Kris insisted.

  “She’s got no place else to go.”

  That brought a pause in the rapid-fire exchange of disagreeableness.

  “Have you at least talked with her about this?” Kris asked.

  “We’ve talked, once or twice.”

  “And?”

  “Growing up in Nuu House, you may not have been in the lap of love, but you knew where you lived, baby ducks. Cara and I, we grew up in Five Corners. You never went skipping off to school one morning and came home to find the family had up and moved, and no one told you where.”

  Abby paused for a moment. “You think the worst thing that can happen to us is to wind up dead next week. For me and Cara, there are a whole lot worse things that already done happened. Kris Longknife, you let us live our life, and I’ll let you do what you’re gonna do.”

  Abby stood up, looked like she was ready to take a walk, then paused. “ And if you got any ideas about sending a platoon of Marines to my quarters late one night, you warn them. I wake up cranky, and I wake up armed. You hear me, Jack?”

  “I hear you, Abby. And let me officially go on record that this is a problem between you and Her High-Handedness here. My troops may be dumb jarheads, but we are smart enough to stay out of anything you two women got going between you.”

  “Good,” Abby sniffed, and stormed out of the room.

  “So,” the colonel asked, “anyone think now would be a good time for coffee? I don’t know about you youngsters, but I need to visit the gentlemen’s facilities.”

  “I could use some coffee,” Jack agreed, and headed for the urn standing in the middle of the Forward Lounge’s bar.

  Kris and Vicky followed him.

  “You know,” Vicky said, “this has been quite an experience watching you go about planning an operation. I’m not sure how you got all these strong-willed people running along with you, but it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen in my life. I can wrap a man or three around my little finger, but none of them would follow me into hell like these people are marching off to do.”

  “I’m glad you’re learning it here. If you didn’t learn it at your father’s knee, you have to learn it somewhere,” Kris said, her mind still half on how much she did not understand her maid.

  “I don’t think there was any chance of my learning this from Dad. I remember stopping in the hallway outside a meeting he had with one of his admirals. That admiral was mad. I’d never heard anyone talk like that to Dad. Not talk like that and live to tell of it, anyways.”

  “An admiral was mad at your dad?” Jack said.

  “Yes. I got to thinking about it as you were planning how to deploy your ships. Admiral Krätz’s Battle Squadron 12 originally had a division of cruisers and a squadron of destroyers with it, but they all were left at home. A cruise this long was considered too much for the smaller ships. But here you are, running around with corvettes thousands of light-years from any port. And you’re planning on using them in ways no battleship could possibly match.”

  “And the admiral was mad how?” Jack asked. His voice was suddenly devoid of any tint of emotion.

  “The admiral was shouting that six big battleships had been wiped out by a bunch of mosquito boats because Dad ignored that admiral’s professional judgment that battleships needed a decent escort.”

  At Kris’s elbow, there came a shudder. Kris turned just in time to see Penny shiver and turn pale. The look she gave Vicky would have fried a more sensitive person in place.

  The young lieutenant’s mouth opened, then clamped shut. Penny turned and fled the room.

  “What’s wrong with her?” Vicky asked.

  “I commanded those mosquito boats, Vicky, and the skipper of my flag was Penny’s husband of three, four days. He died saving her life.”

  Kris paused to see if she’d gotten any reaction from the Peterwald scion. Her mouth actually did fall open, a bit. Her eyes widen, a little.

  Kris went on. “Our mosquito boats were hurriedly built, using dumb metal. You know, the Smart MetalTM that can only change its shape two, maybe three times. Our fast patrol boat was venting its air to space, holed in I don’t know how many places. I ordered Nelly to seal the boat. If we’d had more time, we might have also arranged to have the metal unpin Penny’s husband, but there wasn’t any time.”

  “A hard choice,” Vicky whispered.

  “The kind of choices we’ll be making a lot of in the next few days.”

  “You knew this, but you, your crew here, still saved my dad.”

  “There was no way for us to know for sure that Peterwald was behind those battleships. And the assassins had arranged for it to look like I was involved in their plot to kill your father,” Kris said, her words flat as she spat out the story of how even the supposed powerful could find themselves trapped by duty into doing what they’d never do by choice.

  “Imagine if humanity were all balled up in a vicious war,” Kris went on, “Greenfeld against Wardhaven. Nobody winning, everybody dying. And then imagine these horrors popping out of some jump point. A fine mess we’d be in.”

  “Yes. I guess so. I ought to go apologize to Penny.”

  “I wouldn’t do that just now,” Kris said. “Unless you know some magic words that will raise the dead and make it all better, I really don’t think there is anything you can say to Penny at the moment. Why don’t you and I go see if Cookie has any fresh-made bread? Maybe we can wheedle some old sea story out of him that will tell us who he really is.”

  “You have the strangest people around you,” Vicky said.

  “Yes,” Kris said, eyeing the young woman beside her, “and I’m only now learning the half of it.”

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  The old cook did indeed have some cranberry bread fresh from the oven. He even had butter, scrounged from one of the restaurants being off-loaded along with most of the boffins.

  What he didn’t have was any sea stories he was willing to share with the two young women. He smiled cheerfully at their request and excused himself to watch over his dinner preparations.

  The Wasp was changing around them even as they walked its passageways. The skipper was now sporting a Navy blueand-gold uniform with a lieutenant’s two stripes, but he was still the captain to everyone Kris met. Another reason not to try to change what everyone was used to.

  The Wasp itself shrank as shipping containers were cut free from their hold-downs on the ship. After threatening to hurl all the finely decked-out containers that held not only quarters and restaurants but also research labs and tons of equipment into the gas giant they were orbiting, Captain Drago relented and agreed to winch the boxes over to one of the freighters.

  No one was very happy about letting those running back home do it in the fine quarters they were giving up. Still, there were fond hopes that the shipping containers would be waiting for the Wasp to come home, too, load back up, and head out for exploration again.

  That slim handhold on a future that was as good as the past seemed to make it easier for people to face the unknown ahead of them.

  The freighter that rendezvoused with them also brought along sixteen more antimatter torpedoes, so Kris was glad of the visit at least as much as the departing hands were glad for the use of the cargo containers.

  Kris and Vicky stopped by Iteeche country to bring Ron up to date on what the humans had decided to do. It turned out he was already up to speed. Whenever Kris had talked to her own captains or the admirals, Nelly opened his communications link.

  “So you are going to war for these people we have never met.”

  “Is that something the Iteeche would never do?” Kris asked.

  “Never. I do not think anyone could get the Imperial Mind to turn that way. I do not think the Imperial counselors would ever permit such a thing to even be discussed outside of chambers. We would prepare for our first encounter with these homicidal aliens, but we would never rush out to meet them. Not like you have chosen to do.�
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  “So you think Kris is wrong,” Vicky said.

  “My chooser taught me to think like a human, twisted though that is. Even if you are wrong, I think you are magnificent. Is that twisted?”

  “No,” Kris said. “Just very human.”

  “Are you committed to swim this course?” Ron asked.

  “I’m still hoping we can get them talking to us,” Kris admitted.

  “Hmm,” was all Ron said.

  Four hours later, only two hours behind schedule, the Vulcan announced that its work there was done. The Hellburners were operational, and the squadron was good to go. The muster of personnel requesting a trip home topped out at fewer than a hundred; no ship was left in any danger of being undermanned.

  The freighters, repair ship, and three courier ships headed for the first of the jumps that would take them back to Santa Maria. They carried The Word to the rest of humanity that a small squadron of their own was about to do battle against unknown but probably impossible odds in defense of a race of aliens they had yet to talk to.

  The Hermes popped out of Jump Point Delta. She’d seen nothing of the aliens in the last system the Hornet had jumped from. That was a relief.

  Now Kris settled into her battle station on the bridge of the Wasp at Weapons. She tightened her belt as the ship began its acceleration to fifty thousand kilometers per hour and aimed for the first jump. Three jumps would be fast and risky, leaping before they had any chance to look where they were going. The last one, if the maps were still accurate, would put them one small jump away from the final jump the hostile aliens would make before they descended on the bird people’s system.

  From one jump away, Kris’s fleet could peek through and make sure the hostiles were not yet in the next system. If the aliens had beaten the humans there, Kris’s plan would have fallen apart before she even began it.

  The team had invested quite a bit of time trying to figure out an alternative battle plan if that happened.

  No one had come up with anything that sounded at all good.

  With luck, they’d just get there before the hostiles did.

  The first two jumps went fine. The third jump, the one into the system where they’d slow down and take a careful look through the next jump to see how things were, didn’t go so well.

  “We’re through,” Sulwan announced from her post as navigator. Now her usual cutoffs and tank tops had been replaced with a blue ship jumper sporting a lieutenant’s two stripes.

  “We’re where we want to be,” she quickly added, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Once again, they’d taken the risky jump and not had to pay the price for it.

  “I’ve got activity in the system,” Chief Beni reported.

  “What kind of activity?” Captain Drago demanded. He still sat in the captain’s chair even though his blue ship jumper also showed only two stripes.

  “Give me a moment,” the chief snapped.

  “I wish the professor was here,” he muttered under his breath.

  “My children have been analyzing the video and audio take,” Nelly announced. “It uses the same strange encryption system as Taussig’s aliens. We are trying to translate them into pictures we can see, but this may take time.”

  “The hostile emissions are coming from a stationary source,” the chief reported. “There are no hostile ships in the system. Just one reactor.”

  “Where?” Captain Drago said.

  “That small planet slightly sunward between us and our next jump point.”

  Behind the Wasp, the rest of the fleet poured into the system. PatRon 10 was now augmented by the courier boat Hermes. Lieutenant Song had won her battle duty. Kris hoped she would survive her wishes. Admiral Krätz insisted that the Greenfeld squadron, by right of it being double the size of the other contingents, should lead the battleships. No one had argued with him.

  Maybe being in the lead had encouraged him to go where the other admirals intended to go. He had followed Kris through three jumps.

  Now he did not follow her toward the next jump.

  “Hey, if our aliens have a small outpost here, maybe we can talk to them,” he announced with cheer that would have struck no one as sincere.

  “We have a deadline to meet in the next system,” Kris pointed out.

  “But you always said you really wish you could talk to them. Well, here’s a few of them. Let’s see if we can get them to talk to you.”

  “I think the admiral is hoisting you on your own petard,” Captain Drago said.

  “And I am very highly hoist,” Kris said. “Captain, if you will, set a course for that occupied planet. Chief Beni, tell me everything you know about it as soon as you know about it.”

  “It’s not going to be easy, Your Highness. We don’t have all the resources of the boffins to call on.”

  “Don’t I know,” Kris said. “Give me what you’ve got, Chief, and give it to me quick.”

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  The planet had an atmosphere, of sorts. The chief suspected you could almost breathe it. “It’s got oxygen and nitrogen, but there are all kinds of nasty things like sulfur and other irritants.”

  “I don’t intend to breathe it,” Kris said.

  “Right,” the chief said. “There’s some water, but it’s got a high acidic content. More likely than not, if you dip your little toe in it, you won’t have a toenail left. Maybe no toe.”

  “I got the message, Chief. I’ll pick somewhere else for my honeymoon.”

  “Fortunately, she has plenty of time to find someone to share it with.” It sounded like Jack, but it was on net, and Kris ignored it.

  Sulwan turned to Kris. “Is there any chance that this could be one of those planets that they stripped of its air and water, then polluted?”

  “Chief, can you spot any evidence of previous civilization on this rock?”

  “Nothing that I can see, Kris, but if the air and water are this acidic, it might have eaten away at a lot of building materials.”

  “So we’re left to guess. Nelly, get me the admirals,” Kris said.

  “Do you have any plans for contact?” Kris asked Krätz.

  “I thought you were the one with all the plans,” was his reply.

  The Krätz Kris had grown to know and like on Chance was long gone.

  “I think the solution to our problem is easy,” Admiral Kōta said. “We land an assault team and take some prisoners. How large can this outpost be?”

  “If it were us down there,” Kris said, “my chief thinks there might be fifty. Probably no more than a hundred. But these people seem to need less personal space than we do. There could be ten times as many aliens down there. Maybe fifty times.”

  “But they have no space weapons,” Krätz said. “Surely, seeing eight huge battleships over them will make them be reasonable. It’s not like that lonely little ship that chose to take on your Wasp. We are battleships.”

  Commander Taussig of the Hornet cleared his throat. “Compared to the ships who gave chase to us, your battleships look kind of dinky.”

  “They would be fools to test us,” the Greenfeld admiral rumbled.

  “Whose assault team do we put down?” Kris said.

  “Your Marines are the most combat experienced,” Krätz said.

  “Against people who can shoot back,” sounded like Vicky’s voice.

  Krätz turned purple. Everyone else seemed not to have heard it.

  Kris went on. “Admiral Kōta, Admiral Channing, do you have Marine detachments aboard?”

  “We do,” came from both of them.

  “Would you care to share a drop landing and reconnaissance mission with my combat-experienced Marines.”

  “It would be an honor,” said Admiral Kōta.

  “Don’t mind if I do,” said Admiral Channing.

  It would be nice to have the company, but Kris still felt like she was being railroaded into something that maybe wasn’t such a good idea. “Chief, I’d sure like to know more about that alien site.
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  “So would I, Kris. It’s making a lot of noise on the electromagnetic spectrum, but I can’t make head nor tails out of it.”

  “I believe you did say it was alien,” sounded like Abby on the net.

  Kris ignored the comment. “I have no intention of dropping Marines into the middle of something we know nothing about. I need to get a good look at it before I approve a drop mission.”

  “We can make a couple of orbital passes,” the chief said. “Drop a few remote eyes to get a good look at it.”

  “I intend to put my battle squadron in a geosynchronous orbit above the target where I can keep it in constant observation,” Admiral Krätz said.

  Which would keep him well out of harm’s way but in a great position to tell them what they were doing wrong. Kris also remembered recently being half a klick from a target when Krätz decided to laser it from orbit.

  All the more reason to be careful with her Marines.

  “I’m not putting my Marines anywhere near that site until I get a good look at it. Better yet, I want to keep getting a good look at it. Preferably with a load of ordnance I can do something with.”

  “We have some ground attack craft aboard the Fury,” Vicky said.

  “Ground attack craft?” Kris found herself once again echoing.

  “Yes. Big ugly things,” the grand duchess said. “Thirtymillimeter Gatling cannon in its nose. Wings you can load with ordnance. I was told it was a standard design.”

  “Nelly?” Kris said.

  “The ground attack craft were built to provide close support to infantry during the Iteeche war. It was a standard design developed on Earth and built on several planets. If it has been properly maintained, this relic of the last war should still be functional,” Nelly said.

  “Chief Mong,” Captain Drago said, “do we have mechanics familiar with a ground attack craft and able to check one out?”

  “God, sir, did you find one of those old things?” didn’t sound encouraging.

  “The Greenfeld battle squadron has a couple, and the princess wants to fly one.”