Fleet Action wc-3

by William R. Forstchen

  "If that bastard were alive right now, I'd see that he was stripped of his rank," Jamison snarled.

  Grecko stiffened.

  "That bastard, as you call him, ma am, was my closest friend. I'd like to suggest, ma'am, that you go down to the morgue and tell what's left of him that he's a bastard."

  "General, would you explain Tolwyn's presence here?" Rodham asked, stepping between the two as Jamison leaned forward, ready to explode.

  "The Chief of Staff suspected the armistice from the beginning, sir and asked Geoff to volunteer for a covert mission. If the mission were undertaken by someone already dishonorably discharged it would give us," and he looked coldly at the President, "plausible deniability if something went wrong. Geoff organized the transfer of some of our demobilized assets to the Landreich where the equipment could be kept on line and then went out on a deep reconnaissance mission inside the Kilrathi Empire. He returned from that mission and arrived here only minutes before the bomb went off.

  "We've just received an official protest over that escapade," Jamison snapped "The Kilrathi are screaming their heads off claiming that five of their cruisers were hit in an unprovoked attack and destroyed."

  "What about Tarawa and Normandy?" Tolwyn asked anxiously.

  "They claim they got one."

  "Not a bad exchange," Grecko said dryly. The Kilrathi must be damned embarrassed, but Tarawa only reported three confirmed kills for the loss of Normandy and I'll take their word over the furballs'."

  "They're claiming the right, as provided in the armistice, to hunt the other one down and have requested information regarding the ship's location."

  Jamison looked over at Rodham who nodded sadly.

  "The Kilrathi have demanded information regarding the ship's location and destination. If we refuse to provide that immediately, a condition of war might be declared."

  "Tell them to go burn in hell," Grecko said.

  "And besides," Tolwyn said quietly, a smile creasing his features, "those ships are not of Confederation registry."

  "Look, General, the armistice is hanging by a thread," Rodham replied, ignoring Tolwyn. "First the violation of their territory and then this terrorist bomb plot to kill the ambassador and make it look like the Cats did it by killing some of our people as well."

  "Are you trying to tell us that some of our own people did this bombing?" Tolwyn asked, incredulous that such a suggestion could even be made.

  "Well, its one serious possibility," Rodham replied, "and we have to look at all angles."

  Tolwyn was about to come back with a rather angry and very obscene retort, but Grecko held his hand up for him to be silent

  "Sir, I would appreciate it if you took a look at this holo display and the data printouts. We just received it as a burst signal relayed in from Tarawa less than a half hour ago. Their mission was to follow up our suspicions regarding Kilrathi construction inside the Hari sector," and Grecko pointed to the three dimensional projection, in the middle of which floated the images of the Kilrathi super carriers.

  Rodham went over and looked intently at the carriers, requesting that the computer rotate the images and then provide data on mass, length, armaments, and projected fighter carrying capacity.

  Tolwyn watched the President closely and could detect a paling of his features and more surprisingly a nervous tic at the corner of his eye. It was obviously a hell of a shock for the President, but he had little sympathy for him at this moment, still remembering how not so long ago the head of the Chiefs of Staff, with tears of frustration in his eyes, begged for the armistice not to be signed, warning of what would be the end result. Noragami was now dead as a result.

  "Is this genuine?" Rodham asked quietly, now examining the map which showed where the fleet was and projected times of arrival into Confederation territory if an offensive were launched.

  "The data was burst signaled from Tarawa, located here," and Grecko pointed at the map showing the last reported position of the carrier. "The data was obtained from a deep reconnaissance probe which ventured into Hari space."

  "On whose orders?" Jamison asked. I was never informed of this escapade. Remember, I am the Foreign Minister and if you were contemplating a violation of the armistice I should have been informed."

  On the orders of the Chief of Staff," Grecko said coldly, not even bothering to turn.

  "Is there a chance this is falsified information?" Rodham asked, and Tolwyn could detect the slight note of hopefulness in his voice, as if wishing that the entire problem would, simply be shown to be a hoax.

  "It was sent in personally by Admiral Vance Richards, sir, and that's good enough for me.

  "Richards is out there — I thought he retired?"

  Grecko merely smiled.

  "What you've committed here is outright mutiny," Jamison snarled. "If the rest of the Joint Chiefs were not already dead I'd demand their resignations as I am now demanding yours."

  Grecko turned slowly and stared at Jamison.

  "If you were not a lady," he said coldly, "I'd loosen your teeth for what you've done to us. If you want my resignation you can have it, but only after we have a full investigation of myself, the Joint Chiefs and more importantly of you. Would you care to see the file military intelligence has on you and your suspected cooperation with the Kilrathi in return for your son?"

  Jamison turned towards the President.

  "I want him fired as of this minute and Tolwyn here put in jail pending an investigation."

  Rodham looked over at Jamison in confusion and then slowly sat down, turning to look back at the holo.

  "Your report on the false signal and the Kilrathi message regarding the antimatter warhead plant, does that fit into this?

  "It fits right in, sir," Grecko replied.

  "Sir, you are looking at the beginning of a full scale offensive with an upgraded fleet," Tolwyn said. "In less than a month the Kilrathi will be above Earth demanding our surrender if we're lucky, though if past practices are any indication they'll flatten us with a full antimatter warhead bombardment and then come down to gloat over the wreckage and tear out the throats of the survivors with their claws when their next Sivar ceremony comes around."

  Rodham nodded slowly and closed his eyes for a moment. Jamison started to speak and the president held up his hand for silence. He finally turned and looked over at Tolwyn.

  "You were the best fighting admiral in the fleet, Geoff. Banbridge told me more than once that he wanted you to replace him as commander of Third Fleet when he retired."

  Geoff lowered his head, saying nothing.

  "Admiral Tolwyn, I am officially pardoning you for the incident at Munro. As of this moment I am reinstating you as a full admiral in command of Third Fleet, with the mission of organizing defenses against the anticipated Kilrathi invasion. General Grecko, I am appointing you the new head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff in command of all Confederation forces."

  "Just what the hell is this?" Jamison roared.

  "Secretary Jamison, I expect your resignation as Foreign Secretary effective immediately and also advise you that you will face an investigation. I have refused to believe the allegations made against you for too long. I think this matter has to be looked into." Jamison's features flushed.

  "Harry, you can't do this," she said quietly, her voice full of menace.

  "I am the President of the Confederation, and I can damn well appoint and fire my cabinet as I see fit."

  "And have me as the whipping boy for this situation? Like hell. Your charges against me are nothing but a smokescreen to shift blame. It was your decision to sign the armistice."

  "Based upon the information you provided to me regarding Kilrathi political intentions."

  "You're the president, Harry," she snapped coldly. "The buck stops here, remember."

  Rodham lowered his head, nodding sadly.

  "Yes, it does. I fully realize that," he whispered. "And that is one of the reasons I demand your resignation. Admiral Richards pr
esented me with a report more than six months ago, indicating that you might present a security risk since the capture of your son and that the Kilrathi might be in contact with you for a possible deal."

  "Are you calling me a traitor?" Jamison roared.

  "Not yet," Rodham said quietly.

  "You want my resignation, well you can go to hell. Make it a public firing in front of the press, and believe me, my side of the story will be told as well."

  She looked around the room angrily.

  "I'll see all of you in hell," and she stormed out of the conference room.

  Rodham watched her go and wearily he turned back to face Tolwyn and Grecko.

  "I'm sorry, Duke, you and the other officers were right."

  "Even if we turn them back, Mr. President, a lot of good youngsters are going to die in the doing of it. We had them, sir, we had them on the ropes and we could have crippled them. Now it's the other way around."

  "You don't need to remind me, Duke."

  "I do need to remind you, sir, Grecko snapped back. "It's always been this way. The civilians start to forget just how dangerous the world, or the universe really is. They start to believe their fantasies, and then in the end it's the kids on the front line who pay for it. Well, sir, on this little folly the human race might very well become extinct before it's done."

  Rodham started to speak and then stopped and looked away.

  "After I take care of Jamison, I'm resigning as President," he said quietly. "Vice President Dave Quinson never did support this idea; he was as much as public about it. I think he could help rally our people better than me."

  "I think that's a good idea, sir," Duke replied, his voice cold and even.

  Rodham stood up and looked back at the holo display.

  "You know, Jamison will make this an ugly fight. It might slow down our mobilization. I'm therefore issuing as my final executive order a full mobilization of the fleet, along with wartime governmental control of the economy. Jamison is most likely running to the press right now so I'd better act first. When I resign my cabinet will have to resign as well. Maybe it'll clear the deck for Quinson."

  "A smart move, sir."

  Rodham nodded again and extended his hand.

  "I'm sorry, Duke. Sorry for everything."

  Wayne hesitated for a moment and then shook hands.

  Harold Rodham, shoulders slumped in defeat, turned and walked out of the room, not even noticing the salute of the two officers behind him.

  "I guess his heart was in the right place," Geoff said quietly.

  You know what they pave the road to hell with," Duke replied, "and frankly, Geoff, I think we're all on a greasy slope aimed straight into the fiery pit."

  The Emperor, in an unusual gesture, ordered the screen removed so that he was fully visible to those who sat before him. As the two Imperial Guards drew the screen back the clan leaders went down on their knees, foreheads touching the cool turquoise inlaid floor of the audience chamber.

  "Raise up your heads, return to your feet," he said, and they did as commanded.

  "I wanted you to gaze upon me, to dispel any lingering doubts as to my continued existence."

  They stood silently, furtively looking from one to the other, but most of them finally turned their gaze upon Jukaga, who stood in the middle of the group, staring straight at the Emperor.

  "You have heard the rumors, and they are true," the Emperor said. "Someone indeed attempted the most heinous of all crimes, a crime so loathsome that there is not even a word in our own tongue to describe it, so that we must borrow this word from corrupt and downcast races."

  He fell silent as if waiting, and the silence dragged into long uncomfortable minutes, as if he were waiting for one of them to throw himself upon the foot of the throne in supplication.

  No one moved.

  "He shall be found out," the Emperor finally said coldly. "Now let us discuss the war."

  The group visibly relaxed.

  "The fleet made jump fourteen days ago from their base, within hours after being discovered, and is moving at flank speed to the front. It will arrive here at Kilrah later today."

  "Then it has begun," Vak breathed, trembling with excitement and a low murmuring of growls filled the audience chamber.

  The Emperor nodded.

  "We have placed blame, both for the bomb in their headquarters, and for this other loathsome act, upon the humans."

  "Could it not be, Jukaga replied, his voice soft and even, "that both bombs were indeed acts of humans?"

  "I heard a report that you yourself said that the bombing of their headquarters could not have been done by them," the Emperor retorted.

  "It is a mere conjecture," Jukaga replied, "for I have not heard any admission that we planted the bomb in their headquarters and thus wrecked the peace."

  The Emperor smiled. Both he and the Baron knew the real truth, yet neither could admit it.

  "I expect, Baron, that you will continue to keep them divided as long as possible. Even now they still argue, though, before they shut our embassy down and arrested the staff, we had information that they were mobilizing."

  "What of our spy?"

  "We have lost touch with the embassy and thus no longer have direct contact. It is assumed that she is gone."

  "And what of the human embassy here on Kilrah?" Vak asked.

  "I ordered their throats torn out this morning," the Emperor said coldly. "In public we are blaming them for the bombing of my cruiser. It is a convenient excuse now to treat them all as they deserve: total annihilation, total destruction of every world they inhabit."

  Jukaga looked up at him in shock.

  "That was in violation of the rules of war and of the agreement," Jukaga snapped.

  "What rules of war?" Vak retorted. "There are no rules with such beasts who have lost whatever shred of respect we once held for them. They are lower than prey and should be exterminated without thought or mercy."

  The Emperor laughed coldly.

  "I am sick to death of this human scum and the potential for corruption that they present to us. I am therefore issuing the following order: all human prisoners that we still hold as well as slaves are to be slaughtered. Secondly, the new fleet is to be armed with thermonuclear weapons that are clad in strontium. These heavy weapons, when detonated in the atmosphere of a planet, will make uninhabitable. They shall be annihilated."

  As he finished speaking he looked straight at Jukaga while the others in the room roared with delight.

  Jukaga looked around at the clan leaders and for the first time truly felt as if a distance had opened up. If his plot had succeeded, even now they would be turning to him for guidance. Now instead they were eager to close in on him for the kill. But there was more. He felt a cool distaste for what the Emperor now proposed. Though he wanted to see the humans humbled and defeated, he found that of late he was feeling something far more, what could almost be called, if not a fondness, at least the beginning of a respect. He knew he was falling into a trap, that if one studied his enemy long enough, and came to know him, in the end one would find things, beliefs, and individuals one could identify with. What the Emperor was now proposing was monstrous.

  "Such an action will arouse them to a frenzy," Jukaga said. "They will fight as they have never fought before."

  "They are animals to be hunted," the Emperor replied.

  "No, my lord."

  A stunned silence filled the chamber at his direct contradiction to the Imperial word. He did not care. How could he even begin to explain what he knew, the countless examples of humans, motivated to fight without thought of self, fully willing to die fighting rather than submit.

  "Terror will not breed submission as it did with others," Jukaga said quickly. "It will instead create a wish, as the humans put it 'to take one of the bastards with me.'"

  The utterance of an obscenity, which to the Kilrathi was the most foul of insults shocked the other clan leaders.

  "Do what is as
signed to you, Baron," the Emperor replied sharply. "Convince them to submit. Now leave me!"

  Baron Jukaga backed out of the room, barely inclining his head.

  Jason "Bear" Bondarevsky opened his eyes as the distortion field from the transit jump settled down and looked over at his navigation officer.

  "Alignment correct, star lock confirmed, jump was on the mark."

  "Tactical," and he turned in his chair to look at the officer hovered over the holo display of the sector.

  "Bannockburn in position eighty nine thousand clicks dead ahead. Too early to tell yet, sir, on passive optical sweep. At jump transit our pursuers, three corvettes and one frigate, were forty-two thousand nine hundred clicks dead astern and gaining at eight point two clicks a second."

  Jason nodded. There was time to scout around before worrying about the back door.

  "Flight deck."

  "Doomsday here, sir."

  "How are the birds?"

  "All fighters ready and armed, just give us the prey."

  "What about munitions?"

  Doomsday gave his usual glum look.

  "Enough for one more strike, sir. Eight torpedoes are all we have left for ship busters. The fighters will have to sortie with half standard missile and mass driver round bolts."

  "Standby."

  "Paladin on laser lock, sir."

  Jason looked over at the communications officer and nodded for her to put it on the main holo.

  "How goes it, laddie?"

  Jason smiled. Even though he was technically the commander of this two ship fleet, he knew Paladin would never follow protocol of address and the fact was refreshing.

  "Fighters are up and armed. Damage control's repaired the hull breech in the port engine room."

  "And Vance?"

  "Madder than hell. Seems Sparks broke one of his computers moving it out, said something about the machine costing just under half a billion. Sparks frowned, then said he could dock her pay if he was upset, but she had fighters to service."

  "Good for Sparks. She's a rare lass," Paladin laughed and then his features went glum.

  "We've got some trade up ahead, lad. Another cruiser just came through from the jump point leading back to Kilrah with two destroyers leading. Looks like standard tactical for more coming behind. I tapped into their comm channel and they're madder than hell and lookin for blood."