The Starwolves s-1

by Thorarinn Gunnarsson

  Lake nodded thoughtfully. "Good idea. But what then? Will your new Starwolves serve you willingly?"

  "It's not a question of will. As long as we bring them up from the start without a thought in their head except for what we put there, they will be machines to serve us. But I can see that you don't like the idea of using real Starwolves."

  "I prefer that we learn how to make our own," the Councilor admitted. "Then we can order their obedience to our will. What if real Starwolves have some instinctive urge to fight us? You could find that your own weapon has turned against you."

  7

  The late morning sun hung just over the horizon far to the south. Summer was nearing its end and the long day would end with it, for the sun would soon fall below the edge of the world and not rise again for half a year.

  The northern polar region of the planet Bineck was in most ways like that of any other world where human life could dwell. Both poles were open ocean, bordered only in part by continents that lay mostly in warmer climates. Bineck was a cool world; even the equator was only temperate and the poles were bitterly cold even in the height of summer, with massive floes of thick ice. Nothing lived on those icy plains, not when the little life that did exist on that world struggled for survival in warmer regions. A few fish did swim below the ice but they were, in truth, only colonists, no more native to that world than the people who had planted them there.

  Three small ships shot down through the clear, cold sky through the very center of the magnetic pole, only a few hundred kilometers from the planetary axis. They fell with tremendous speed, nose down with their engines idling to hide them from scanner detection. The transport and two fighters descended wrapped only in the protection of their atmospheric shields, allowing them to move at tremendous speeds with little bother from atmospheric friction. They had begun their approach well outside detection range, building to speed and then drifting along a carefully plotted course that permitted them to complete their run without having to develop the engine power that would give their presence away, braking gradually with minimum reverse thrust.

  They entered the upper atmosphere as fast as even wolf ships would dare, nearly seventeen thousand kilometers per hour, dropping down from the very fringe of space to ground level in less than a minute. Leveling out at the very last moment, the three ships engaged their engines just enough to maintain their speed. They flew as low as they could, until their atmospheric shields began to press against the ice only five meters below. At fifteen times the speed of sound, the shock wave created by their shields pulverized the thick ice, throwing it up in a towering plume of snow and splintered crystals.

  Flying wing to wing, the ships casually dodged pressure ridges and icebound glaciers that appeared out of the hazy whiteness of the horizon with blinding speed. After a couple of minutes the ice floe began to break up, ending abruptly only seconds later. The ships shot out over open water, a vast curtain of white vapor rising like a storm cloud behind them. Still hundreds of kilometers short of their goal, they began to apply braking thrust to drop speed quickly as they prepared to land.

  Hardly a minute later the three ships finally dropped to subsonic speed just as a fortress wall of towering cliffs rose before them. The lead fighter moved to the front as Dveyella took them by a concealed path. The weather had been less kind to the hills since they had been alive; a canyon had cut deep into the unprotected land, providing a hidden passage for the ships until they reached the cover of the high ridge. Dveyella led them at almost a crawl along the back of the ridge, finally slipping through a tight pass that put them almost on top of the wide ledge where they would land.

  The transport settled gently to the very center of the ledge, and the two fighters nestled in close to either side. Velmeran left his fighter as Dveyella had instructed, with the generator idling just enough to keep itself cycling, the energy cells charged and the major systems powered up. They might not be able to spare the time for a prestart on the way out. He unstrapped and lowered the boarding ladder; jumping was the easiest way down, but the hinged canopy prevented pilots from jumping back into the narrow opening of the cockpit, and it was a long jump. Fighters had a very long-legged stance to accommodate their turned-down wings and the big main drives they protected.

  Dveyella walked around the front of the transport just as he leaped down. She was still fastening on the thick belt that held her guns and a row of heat charges. She turned as the door of the transport slid open. Baress stuck his head out, frowning fiercely. "Do you know how hard it is on a good pilot to have to make the ride down as a passenger?"

  "No, but I will surely ask the first good pilot I find," Dveyella replied.

  Baress's frown deepened as he stepped down to join them. "Spare me. I came to tell you that a storm is due. A late season warm front is pushing up a line of about the worst weather this place ever sees, and it should be on us about the time you return."

  "I can see that for myself," Dveyella said, glancing up at the wall of dark clouds that was beginning to climb above the ridge behind them. Lightning rippled up and down its length, and distant thunder rumbled faintly.

  Baress only shrugged. "I am only trying to be useful. Are you sure that you will not need any help?"

  "No, we will likely need all the help we can get. But I am sure that you will not leave this ledge."

  "I will sit on him if he as much as looks over the side," Marlena offered from the transport door. "By keeping Baress here, the rescuers will at least outnumber the people needing rescue."

  "Whatever it takes. Velmeran, we have to hurry," Dveyella said as she fastened down her helmet. Velmeran fastened down his own and hurried to join her at the edge of the shelf, looking out over the ancient city. It was an impressive sight, seen from above, filling the valley from rim to rim and extending far to the north. The sprawling structure was composed of a series of massive, featureless stone blocks joined by connecting halls and corridors, unbroken by doors, windows or visible vents. But the greatest part of the city lay below, carved deep into the heart of the mountains.

  "Keep your helmet on and your systems to normal," Dveyella warned. "Life has been gone from this world for so long that the oxygen level is still a bit low. Too low to sustain us for what we have to do. Ready?"

  "Of course."

  "Stay close, then," she said, peering over the ledge to the ground below. "And remember that this is real gravity, not the stuff you practiced in. You will fall faster."

  Dveyella casually hopped off the ledge, jumping out just far enough to keep well clear of the cliff face, although she took most of the twenty-meter fall straight down. She landed easily and quickly stepped out of the way, and Velmeran followed. As she had warned, he fell faster than he would have expected. But he was prepared and maintained his balance effortlessly. Dveyella waited until he indicated for her to go ahead.

  They kept up a fairly good pace the rest of the way down the slope, running where they could and clearing the more difficult sections in short leaps. Since most of this ridge was composed of tumbled slabs and boulders of solid rock, a good deal of their descent was spent jumping from one massive stone to another. Velmeran was hard pressed to keep up the pace that Dveyella set with ease. But he did not complain, since he thought that he would improve quickly with practice.

  The major worry that occupied his thoughts was of Keth and how they might get him back up this slope, especially that final cliff. The dark brown soil and large brown-gray stones were loose and bare of supportive vegetation, as if the entire ridge had just been thrown up by the excavations of some immense machine. Large sections of the crumbled talus were entirely too loose to climb (not in heavy armor) and could only be cleared by jumping. Rain would quickly turn the entire slope into a slick, flowing mass, so they had to be back before the storm moved in.

  They reached the bottom of the slope in only a few short minutes, moving stealthfully the last few hundred meters. Fortunately there were enough large stones — apparently the
eroded rejects from the building of the city — to keep them well hidden to within the last ten meters of the door. Then Dveyella went ahead to check out the entrance for surveillance equipment and automatic weapons, although she was confident that there were none. This was, after all, only a supply base, an immense warehouse, on a planet where no one but the military was allowed.

  It did not take long for her to decide. She paced up and down before the four broad steps that led up to the deeply reset portal, glancing up at the massive blocks of stone framing it and peering into the deep shadows that hid the door. At last she shrugged and signaled for him to join her.

  "Nothing?" Velmeran asked as he hurried up.

  "Nothing fancy," Dveyella replied. "There might be a simple detector on the door itself, but there is nothing we can do about that. You get down behind these steps and shoot anything that moves when I open the door. Fortunately these sections swing out, not in."

  Velmeran drew his guns, one for each set of hands, and crouched down on the large flagstones at the base of the steps, directly in front of the right of the two massive portals. Dveyella took firm hold of the thick handle and jerked it back briskly, using its bulk to shield herself. Nothing stirred within, and Velmeran held his fire. His eyes, large for excellent light sensitivity, could detect no movement. Dveyella watched his response, then drew her own guns and peered cautiously within, first checking the inside walls where he could not see.

  "Clear," she said. Velmeran followed her inside, standing guard as she closed the door. "Straight ahead now, until we come to the first major stairwell. Remember to shoot anything that moves; in this place, it will not be your friend. Remember also that the sentries have heavier guns and thicker armor than you do."

  They hurried on, moving cautiously from room to room. The main corridor leading in was bisected often by buildings of various shapes, most fairly large and yet only simple, featureless structures. It occurred to Velmeran that these were auxiliary warehouses, perhaps only temporary storage areas for goods arriving or departing overland from other cities, later to be carried down the stairs and ramps to the lower levels. The main warehouses were probably on the lower levels, along with the inhabited areas, where the temperature was even more constant year-round.

  Velmeran quickly chased such stray thoughts from his mind. They had just entered a small, rectangular room where the main hall was intersected by two parallel corridors. Dveyella came to a sudden halt at the first of the two smaller passages.

  "Sentry!"

  Velmeran did not need to ask where, for he could see the machine ambling down the corridor to their left, a tall, heavily armored shell on four long legs. It was perhaps twenty-five meters away, and had already passed the doorways to two adjacent rooms. "Can it see us?"

  "I have always suspected that the things are blind to the rear," Dveyella answered, making no effort to hide as she watched the machine. "Nothing back there. They do have stereoscopic cameras in front, like most advanced automatons, as well as echo-location and infrared sensors. It would hear us talking, if not for our helmets."

  The sentry turned off to one side, into another chamber to its right. Velmeran had only a brief glimpse of the machine as it turned; it was considerably taller than himself, at least two meters, and the rounded, armored shell of its body was nearly as long. Dveyella watched until it disappeared, its long whip tail dragging under the top of the door.

  "I have to see where the thing is going," she said suddenly. "It is headed in the same direction we have to go. Watch these passages for a moment."

  Hardly giving him time to protest, she hurried off after the sentry. She crept cautiously down the side corridor and slowly leaned forward to peer around the corner, her guns ready. Then, to Velmeran's consternation, she slipped around the edge of the doorway and disappeared. Suddenly finding himself quite alone, he recalled her instructions and quickly checked each of the remaining corridors, fearful of seeing another of the hulking white sentries ambling toward him.

  His unease was based in part on the shadowy presence of the sentry he sensed almost subconsciously behind the wall to his back, or perhaps the presence of its small generator. Nor was it aware of him as it made its ceaseless rounds through the ancient corridors. As it passed the doorway it caught a glimpse of something in the adjacent room, and paused in midstride for a quick double take. For a long moment it stood, as if checking its memory in an attempt to recognize this intruder. Then it began to move again, bringing itself around to face its enemy. It lowered its head to bring its guns to bear and charged at the best speed it could manage.

  Velmeran was, unfortunately, facing in the other direction at that moment. He turned to make a second check of the other corridors, only to find the sentry already charging at him. The two adversaries opened fire on each other at almost the same instant. The sentry was a poor shot, shuffling forward at a ponderous pace. Velmeran had better aim, but his own guns could not pierce the sentry's armor. A single bolt struck him in the chestplate early on, knocking him slightly off balance. He recovered quickly and returned fire, this time aiming at the machine's vulnerable points. An instant of concentrated fire destroyed the heavier turret over the sentry's shoulders, then the two lighter guns mounted to either side of its head.

  Weaponless, the sentry charged on, intent upon crushing its prey against the wall. Velmeran fired a few more shots, then bolstered his guns in time to catch the automaton by its ruined head. The sentry was the heavier of the two, well over a ton, but Velmeran was the stronger. Holding tightly to its head, he swung the machine around as hard as he could. His hope was to throw it on its side and render it helpless. Pulling as hard as he could, he swung it around in three-fourths of a circle. Then its retractable neck snapped, and he was left holding its head.

  As surprised as he was, Velmeran thought that was the end of it. But the sentry caught its balance and charged again, and he hardly had time to drop the lifeless head and catch it by the flarings that protected its neck. Slowly it pushed Velmeran back, forcibly sliding him across the stone blocks of the floor until he was braced against the wall. Velmeran began to consider a desperate plan, and leaped aside in the hope that the sentry would run head-on into the wall. He knew that he had to do something immediately, for his strength was fading quickly.

  At that moment Dveyella slapped a heat charge against the back of the sentry's shell. A second later the small disk began to glow white-hot; the sentry's shock-resistant plastic coating bubbled and peeled back from that intense source of heat like a curtain, and the metal beneath began to glow faintly red. The charge lasted only a few seconds but the damage was done, for smoke was pouring from every opening in the automaton's hull.

  Velmeran noticed the smoke rolling out of the broken neck sleeve before he realized that the sentry was no longer pushing against him but was standing rigidly motionless, its legs firmly locked. He released his hold cautiously and, when he was sure that the thing was dead, began to fight against his helmet, releasing the clips and jerking it off as quickly as he could. He was panting for breath as he leaned heavily against the inert hulk of the sentry.

  "Are you all right?" Dveyella asked, her voice sounding thinly through the backup phone in the collar of her suit.

  He nodded, still gasping. "I took a hit right on the cover plate of my controls. My air shut down."

  "Are all your systems out?" she asked, concerned. If he had lost his cooling as well, he would have to get out of his armor before he cooked in his own trapped body heat.

  Velmeran understood what she meant and shook his head. "I have cooling. Only my air is out."

  "This is my fault," she said fiercely, to herself. She paused for only a moment before deciding. "Marlena, can you hear me? Trouble. We are coming back out."

  "No, wait!" Velmeran said quickly, bending his head to the microphone in his collar. "If we have to try again, it will only be that much harder. They know that we are here now?"

  "Of course. That sentry would have warned
all the others the moment it saw you. And the master computer would have warned the security officer on duty. Fighters are probably rolling out right now."

  "Then secrecy is lost," he concluded. "And now we have to act fast. We must go on. Threl can bring the transport down on the pavement outside the door, so that they can pick up Keth and go on for the fighter as soon as we come out. Marlena and Baress can shuttle our fighters down too, so that we can cover them until they are away. This air is no great problem for me; you keep your helmet on to do the heavy work."

  Dveyella crossed her arms as she listened to him, and he thought that she was watching him closely. After a moment she drew her guns. "Valthyrra Methryn, are you listening through that drone?"

  "Of course," Valthyrra answered calmly.

  "Send your packs in now. Keep them out of the atmosphere, but have them shoot anything in space that moves.

  We need the interference they can create as soon as possible. Marlena? Threl?"

  "Here!" Marlena answered.

  "If you caught that, then carry out those plans. Move the fighters down but do not, I repeat, do not give battle without my approval. Make certain that the cabin air in Velmeran's fighter is working."

  "I can fly for him," Marlena offered.

  "Professional courtesy dictates that a pilot flies his own ship, if he is able," Dveyella answered, and used one of her guns to indicate the doorway of the main corridor. "We go on, then."

  "I hear a sentry coming."

  "The one I was following, no doubt. It came running the moment the first sentry gave warning." She pulled a heat charge from his belt and handed it to him. "You can hear it, so you know how close it is. Hide behind the door and put the charge on its back as it comes through. Ignore the head; as you may have noticed, that is not where they have their brains."

  Velmeran made a gesture to indicate that he was no longer free to speak aloud, and Dveyella hid in the adjoining chamber. Then he hurried to the doorway opening onto the main corridor and waited, taking up the heat charge and twisting the top as far as it would go. The sentry charged through the doorway. Velmeran slammed the disk against its shell and ducked out the door behind it, just as the sentry began to draw itself to an abrupt halt. The machine lifted a foreleg as it began to turn toward its attacker, and slowly lowered it as the heat charge, activated as its magnetic base attached itself to the thick metal hull, began to fry its electronics.