THE DISINHERITED


By Steve White




CHAPTER ONE
Tareil had set, and Norellarn was a city of light. The pedestrian slidewalks were streams of mercury, the soaring crysteel-and-glass towers were a blaze of illumination, and, barely visible in the far distance, this hemispheres orbital tower was a string of light rising impossibly up, up, up into infinity.

Yes, Norellarn seemed constructed of light. And to Varien hleMorna, viewing the dazzling cityscape from the balcony of his private office, it was as insubstantial as the massless photons of that light, for he knew it was doomed.

The great city in the last days of its greatness, its civilization a ghost that does not yet know it is dead! Varien shook himself irritably. And how many more banalities shall we dredge up from bad historical fiction? He rubbed the tip of his right index finger across an area of skin on the back of his left hand, activating the imprint circuits, and consulted the tiny chronometer that glowed to life. Yes, it was time. He squared his narrow shoulders, turned his back on the city and strode purposefully inside.

He paused to look around the familiar office, seeing its architecture and furnishings with new eyes. It was like a showcase for a tradition of understated elegance that had had centuries to refine upon refinement a showcase about to be smashed by a steel truncheon.

Yes, perhaps one could do worse than historical novels as a source of inspiration just now. History has started happening to this world of Raehan again, and its been so long that weve forgotten how to react. Better clich than speechlessness.

Enough! He lowered himself into a Taelieu-period recliner and took a set of wraparound, ear-covering goggles from the small matching end table beside it. He then attached a few tiny movement sensors to his clothing at various points on his upper body, put on the headset, and spoke a short numeric code.

Tarlann and Arduin were already seated at the plain conference table. Sitting and talking was, of course, about all that the three of them, located in as many continents, could do; nothing more was required at the moment, and it would have been too much trouble to don the full suit and helmet that would have enabled them to interact physically, with all the appropriate sensations. Never really liked the things anyway, Varien groused to himself. If they get much better, how will we keep track of what is and isnt real? At least, this shared line was as secure as Variens resources, and the military ones at Arduins disposal, could make it. And the stark, utilitarian meeting room that the program simulated was appropriate to the subject at hand.

Well, Varien began without ceremony, addressing Tarlann. Is everything in readiness?

His son nodded, his unease palpable as the computer faithfully reproduced all the outward signs of human emotions it would never feel. Yes, father. I know its useless to try to talk you into changing your mind

Then dont bother trying, Varien cut in. Our time is limited. He instantly regretted his curtness he might never see his only son again. He softened his tone, which had always represented his very best effort at apology. Our plans have already been set in motion, son. And youve been running our enterprises on a day-to-day basis for years now, so the company shouldnt go into shock. Besides, Its not as if I was leaving permanently! Which, he gibed at himself, might even turn out to be true. He turned to Arduin. And at your end?

His old friend and colleague nodded, looking even more miserable than Tarlann. Varien understood; as a senior officer in the new Raehaniv military, Arduin was experiencing a conflict of loyalties with which his open and honorable nature was unfit to cope. Variens arguments had persuaded his intellect, but his conscience remained stubbornly unconvinced. Of course, Arduins misery might also have had something to do with the sheer discomfort of the uniform he was wearing. The Raehaniv had remembered enough of their history to think, uncritically, of uniforms as something soldiers were supposed to have. And for their desperately improvised military, they had naturally looked to the most recent examples of such things: the consciously archaic (even then) confections used by the rival states of the Fourth Global War in their efforts to reignite their despairing populations nationalism.

So we made our defenders lookand feellike buffoons, Varien reflected. Ah, well; we did everything else wrong, so why not that too?

Yes, Arduin amplified. The last of the supply caches is in place. And Ive managed to arrange for the transfer of the remainder of the units whose commanders I can be sure of. Therell be a resistance fleet operating in the asteroids when you return. A fresh wave of anguish crossed his blunt features; he was discovering what it was to serve two masters, and it was anathema to him. When he spoke, it was to blurt out the final appeal that Varien had known he must make. Varien, you dont need to do this! Turn the new drive over to the government! Maybe we can still put it to use, stop the Korvaasha before

Weve been over this ground already, Arduin, Varien interrupted, his voice unwontedly gentle. Many times, in fact. I put it to you: has the situation changed since our final decision was reached? Do you have any new information that invalidates the logic of that decision?

No, Arduin admitted.

Then, Varien went on remorselessly, our conclusions still stand. The Korvaash fleets are advancing at a rate limited only by their own cautionI imagine they still havent fully grasped how feeble their opposition is. He raised a forestalling hand. Forgive me, old friend, but the time for good manners is past. No one doubts the courage of your young men and women. They will go on till the end, trying to shelter Raehan behind a wall of their own corpses. But they are, quite simply, amateursproducts of a society for which war has been nothing more than the fading memory of an old nightmare. And they are fighting an enemy who sees himself as being permanently at war and organizes his society accordingly, and who commands resources that dwarf ours.

But, Arduin argued stubbornly, our technology is more sophisticated than theirs! Given your new drive

 We could do far more damage to them than we otherwise would, Varien finished for him. Maybe even provoke them into making exceptions to their usual guidelines for dealing with newly conquered planetsexceptions we wouldnt like. But we could not stop them. No technological advantage can win a war without a viable military force to take advantage of it. To give the drive to our government now would merely make it part of the spoils the Korvaasha will take when they occupy Raehan. He paused for breath, and then gazed somberly at the other two.

I havent used this argument until now, partly becausea wintery smileit is so out of character that you both would have suspected I was up to something. But I ask you to consider this. We now know we are not the only intelligent race in the cosmos. So we are acting not only for ourselves, but for all that lives and thinks! To give the Korvaasha the secret of faster-than-light interstellar travel without recourse to displacement pointsand, I repeat, that is precisely what turning it over to our government would amount towould be to remove all limits to the militaristic expansion their ideology commands them to pursue. Their capabilities would become as unbounded as their aims. I will see Raehan go down into the dark rather than permit my work to be so perverted!

He stopped, as astonished at his own vehemence as they doubtless were. Tarlann finally broke the silence.

The Korvaasha will eventually discover it for themselves. You yourself have said it is a logical outgrowth of gravities. In fact, youve admitted the concept wasnt original with youyou merely found a way to make it workable.

Which is precisely why I have no intention of leaving them in peace to discover it, Varien replied, his normal asperity reasserting itself. The entire purpose of our plans is to secure allies. Raehan cannot be savedbut it can be liberated.

And what makes you so sure the Landaeniv will be ableor inclinedto do so? Youve learned enough about them to know that their technology is laughable compared to ours or even the Korvaasha

 Far behind I will grant, Varien interrupted his son. But not laughable. Aelannis people at Lirauva have concluded that we are looking at a civilization at least as advanced as ours was at the time of the Third Global War. And it seems probable that for the last several generations they have been advancing about as rapidly as we did during that era. So constant change has become an expected part of their lives; they are intellectually ready to accept the notion of a still higher technology, and not just fall down and start babbling of magic. They will be able to understand, utilize, and evenwith certain exceptionsmanufacture the devices we will explain to them. And as for why they will be willing to ally themselves with us well, you seem to have answered your own question. We can offer them a technological quantum leap. We can offer them the stars! He paused, then continued more matter-of-factly. Of course theyll have to be approached in the right way. Thats why I have to go myself; I dont trust anyone else to manage the critical first-contact stage

Arduin barked laughter. Right! Youre just what we need when tact and diplomacy are called for! Varien, you never change. Always the Indispensable Man! The big engineer-turned-admiral paused reflectively. Still, you may be right about their ability to help us. They still live with the threat of warthey have professional soldiers. And theyll be able to enter this system from a totally unexpected direction. The other two nodded unconsciously; it was their other great secret, and they knew what would have to be done to preserve it. You may also be right about their willingness to help us against the Korvaasha, given what we now know about them.

His voice trailed to a halt, and no one broke the silence. They were all rationalists, children of a culture for which rationalism had been beyond debate for centuries. Faced with the rationally inexplicable, they were intellectually lost. In his circumlocution, Arduin was as one with the most superstitious of his forebears, fearful to speak aloud the names of unknowable, ill-omened tilings.

We must face what we know to be fact, Varien thought bleakly, and not let our inability to explain it paralyze us. Laterif there is a laterwe will have time to try and account for the manifestly impossible. In our present pass, we can only seek to take whatever advantage we can from it.

Well, he spoke briskly, at all events, my mind is made up. I will depart on schedule. He spoke a command, and a holographic image-of-an-image appeared, suspended above the table. It showed stars, identified by glowing labels in the uncial Raehaniv alphabet and linked to each other by narrow bands of pale-blue light representing the connections between displacement pointsthose gravitational anomalies which were, as far as nearly everyone knew, still the only way to evade the lightspeed limit. Four of the luminous bands branched out from the star Tareil, on whose second planet they sat; every other such display on this world of Raehan showed three. Varien reached out and indicated the series of displacement connections reaching outward from the fourth point through three intervening star systems to the glowing star-symbol of Lirauva. His eyes lingered over another such symbol floating close to Lirauva in isolation, unconnected to any other star, with the name Landaen beside it in letters of light.

The Lirauva Chain, he declaimed, giving it the convenience-label by which it was known to the few who knew of it at all. The knowledge of its existence will, after tonight, vanish from every record in this planetary system except, of course, your living memories. And you both know what must be done if you are in danger of being interrogated. The others both nodded, and for an instant Varien gazed at Tarlann and knew irreparable loss. Tarlannbrilliant student, efficient executive, the father of his grandchildren but, somehow, never fully a son. Never enough time for that. Where did all that grey at his temples come from? All at once Varien wished they had, after all, donned the full virtual reality gear. A virtual embrace would have been better than none at all.





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The next day, the global datanet interrupted the daily war news with the announcement that Varien hleMorna, fabulously wealthy manufacturer of spacecraft and related technologies, holder of numerous scientific honors, discoverer of the displacement points that had given humankind the stars (and the Korvaasha, some muttered, though all admitted that the aliens inexorable expansion would eventually have carried them to the Tareil system anyway) had died in a freak aircar accident. The body fragments found in the wreck made the identification certain as they should have done, having been cloned and force-grown expressly for the purpose.

Raehans great loss was duly remarked upon, suitable obsequies were uttered and the world went back to awaiting its end.





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In the outer reaches of the system, beyond the orbit of the outermost gas giant, where Tareil itself was little more than a yellow zero-magnitude star, a heavily stealthed ship rendezvoused with a small fleet of like vessels. In a little while, the ships began accelerating still further outward. Each of them, upon reaching a certain location in the void, suddenly surrounded itself with a momentary, space-distorting pulse of artificial gravitation and vanished.

Presently, only two ships were left. They remained, with only the occasional absentminded flare of thrust needed to keep them on station near the region of nothingness that had swallowed their fellows, and monitored the reports of the robotic proxies that kept watch on the distant inner system of Tareil.




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Again it was night. And I had so looked forward to seeing once again a living worlds daylight, Varien thought, pulling his cloak tightly around his old body against the chill But this was the night of a different world. And it was a different sort of night, here on the third planet of Lirauvas primary stellar component. The planets suna yellow-white star somewhat more massive and luminous than Tareilhad set, but the secondary star of this binary system was in the sky, currently almost halfway out on its long elliptical orbit but still a bright orange flare that illuminated the coastal plain below the bluffs on which this base was built and dimmed all but the brightest stars in the skysuch as Landaen, at which he now gazed.

Not really a very luminous star, he knewslightly less so than this planets primary, in fact. But it was so close that light could travel the distance in just under six of Raehans years. And it was the goal that had brought him here tonight, and that previously had lent urgency to his quest for a means of outpacing light where no displacement points existed. For his earliest outpost here at Lirauva, scanning the nearby stars, had detected the extravagant outpouring of patterned radio waves that could only represent the signature of a fairly advanced civilization, so tantalizingly just beyond this final terminus of the Lirauva Chain.

A patch of blackness flanked by running lights suddenly occluded a few stars, growing rapidly as Aelannis drop shuttle fell groundward until it reached a sufficiently low altitude for its atmospheric drive to take hold. It then swooped around in a landing pattern that avoided areas of the base where electronic equipment might have been disrupted by the annoying side effects of grav repulsion. Must do something about that, Varien entered in his mental filing system as the shuttle settled onto the landing platform, its hatch wheezed open, and, for the first time in over two years, he saw his daughter.

Varien, and Varien alone, had never really seen her beauty. Features that were merely sharp in himself and Tarlann were, in Aelanni, chiseled by a sculptor of genius. Such a sculptor would have been inspired by the body her form-fitting light duty vac suit revealed, moving with unself-conscious grace as she descended the shuttles ramp in a gravity eight percent less than Raehans. Her long, thick dark hair held a fascinating reddish glint now brought out by Lirauvas secondary sun; it harmonized with reddish-brown skin, made even more coppery by long exposure to this planets wind and sun. Her great deep-brown eyes also had a faintly reddish, almost mahogany tone and Varien did, at times, see those eyes, for they were the eyes of his long-dead wife. But mostly he saw a mind as whetted as his sons, and an adventurousness that Tarlann would never possess.

They embraced with the restraint enjoined by their culture, which taught that to display personal passion was to crack open, ever so slightly, a door behind which roared the flames of total war. Still, it was more than the small, formal bows Variens parents would have exchanged.

Sorry I was at the orbital station when you arrived, she greeted him. Miralann is sure hes onto a fundamental breakthrough in well that doesnt matter now, does it? She withdrew a step and looked him over. He had aged. How bad is it?

Worse than you think however bad that may be. When the last courier was sent here, we thought Raehan couldnt hold. Now were certain of it.

So. She gazed somberly around her at the base, and the world, that had been her home for two years. For a moment, it was so quiet that the faint, hissing roar of the distant surf was audible. She then looked upward at the tiny point of yellow-white light. Then we must all go to Landaen?

Oh, not everyone. This base can remain in operation with a skeleton staffIll leave the choice of who remains up to you. But if our observers at Tareil ever come here with the news that the Korvaasha have discovered Tareils fourth displacement point and the Lirauva Chain, it will be necessary to immediately obliterate every indication that we ever knew of it. We destroyed all the robot stations in the intervening systems on our way here. (So much still to learn in those systems! Aelanni looked as sad as Varien felt.) And weve brought a fusion device which can be triggered with a minimum of fuss, and is powerful enough to wipe out every trace of this base.

But, he continued more cheerfully, for now well keep the base operating. Ill need you at Landaen, of course, and certain others notably Miralann.

Aelanni smiled impishly. For his professional expertise, Father? Or could it be that you also expect his hobby to be useful? Varien smiled back. The brilliant linguist had made the initial breakthrough that had enabled them to crack the primary Landaeniv language sooner than anyone had expected. But they both knew that Miralanns hobby was the truly eccentric one of military history.

Well, possibly, Varien allowed. But I can certainly appreciate his professional achievement. Throughout the voyage here, Ive been force-feeding myself that awful language. Of course, sleep-teaching devices are no substitute for actual practice

And, Aelanni knew, they exacted a price. She looked again at Variens haggard face. Father! At your age !

Theres no alternative, Varien said harshly. I must be able to communicate with them. So must we all although the rest of you can take it at a saner pace. And there is no time to be lost. As soon as your ships can be ready, we must depart for Landaen.

Aelannis gaze drifted upward to the bright yellow-white star again. She had been there, almost a year before. Yes, Landaen, she said somberly. Its seemed to dominate our destinies, hasnt it? I remember when you were almost ready to make it, and the entire Lirauva Chain, public knowledge. But then we found out about the Landeniv, and we all agreed that the secret would have to be kept a little longer. There was no predicting how people would react to the news that we had discovered the one, single thing that we had known we would never discover: another race of humans!

Silence descended again. Trust Aelanni to say it openly and unflinchingly, Varien thought. She was right, of course. The social consequences of blurting out upon the datanets the great contradiction their earliest probing of Landaen had revealedthe starkly impossible which was also starkly factualwere unpredictable. Varien and the group of brilliant people he had gathered around him might think of themselves as fearless iconoclasts; but they were, inescapably, Raehaniv. Uncontrollable, unmanageable change was, simply, bad. So it had been for centuries.

Varien also looked up at the yellow-white star, and the skin at the nape ot his neck prickled.

Well. He spoke a little more loudly than necessary, straightening his cloak. Whatever my reasonsand I seem to recall hearing the term childish secretiveness from you at the beginningit is fortunate that I kept the knowledge to myself. For it is now the one advantage we have over the Korvaasha. We must make what use of it we canfor we, here, are now acting for our entire race. As quickly as possible, we must depart Lirauva but no. He smiled, seeking to lighten the mood. I must practice my Landaeniv, and broaden my vocabulary. What do the Landaeniv call Lirauva? They must have a name for this systemits one of the brighter stars in their night skies.

Oh, yes. Lets see She frowned as she struggled with the impossibly strange syllables. Alpha Centauri, I believe they call it.

Varien nodded, and practiced the words as the two of them walked toward the waiting ground car.





CHAPTER TWO




Colonel, weve got something very odd on the scope.

Lieutenant Colonel Eric DiFalco, United States Space Force, hesitated a momentLieutenant Farrell, the duty officer, could be overconscientious at best and excitable at worstthen sighed and thumbed the intercom switch.

Im listening, Lieutenant. He wasnt sure he had gotten just the right warning note into his voice. The news from home wasnt exactly something he resented being torn away from. Even Farrells latest attack of the jitters would be a welcome relief from a detailed analysis of just how the lunatics were going about taking over the asylum.

Well, sir, it appears to be a spacecraft of unknown origin. Its performance parameters dont check with anything we know about. And its on a course that should intersect ours in

DiFalco came out of shock. Please, God, dont let Farrell be seeing a UFO! And dont let him have already logged it! He concentrated on making his voice soothing.

All right, Terry. You were correct to report this. Ill be right up. Keep tracking it. He turned off his digital readerplenty of time later for a masochistic reading of the Social Justice partys latest gains in the off-year electionsand stood up. It took only two long-legged strides to exit his tiny cabin and step out into the passageway that ran around the outer circumference of USSFS Andrew Jacksons spin habitat. People stood aside for himabout as far as military punctilio was carried in a spacecraft under wayas he proceeded to the hatch. He reached up, grabbed the rail, and pulled himself up and over into the weightless central access shaft, compensating with practiced ease for the Coriolis force. With an occasional assist from the railings, he shot forward past the shuttle docks to the control room.

The contrast between the dim chamber with its glowing instrument panels and the starry firmament beyond the wide-curving viewport seldom failed to affect him. But now he made a preoccupied beeline for the command acceleration couch. Motioning to Farrell to remain seated, he settled to the deck, magnetized soles clamping gently to its surface.

All right, Terry. Whats the status?

Unchanged, sir. Its on a ballistic coursea very flat hyperbola, almost a straight line. The computer has projected it backwards, and it seems to have come from a region of the asteroids where weve never had anything. He gestured at a screen showing the simulation of the unknowns orbit, and DiFalco sucked in his breath. That ship had come a long way but then he glanced at its velocity figures, and realized that it could have covered the distance in a reasonable length of time after all. And as for where theyre going well, Colonel, the only explanation that makes sense is that they want to intercept us. Farrells voice was steady. At least he has the balls to lay his opinion on the line, DiFalco admitted to himself.

No possibility that its Chinese, I suppose, he asked. It wasnt much of a hope, anyway; they had no reason to be in this particular segment of space outside the orbit of Mars.

Negative, sir. That was the first thing we checked. Nothing of theirs has been in a position to have gotten into that orbit, even if they had anything that could manage that many sustained gees. He glanced at the time. By the way, Colonel, enough time has elapsed from our initial hail for us to have received a reply from that ship, if theyd sent one.

DiFalco glared at the offending blip. A UFO. Just fucking beautiful.

The term had originated in the second half of the twentieth century, when many people had looked skyward in search of a substitute for religion and persuaded themselves that they had seen alien spacecraft performing impossible feats in pursuit of no intelligible objective. It had died out in the early decades of the present century, as space flight had settled into routine and the we-are-alone arguments of Tipler and others had fossilized into dogmathe scientific establishment had come to reject the possibility of extraterrestrial intelligence with such unanimity that the concept hardly even appeared in science fiction any more.

But over the last few years, curious reports had begun to appear. They never seemed to have any unambiguous instrument corroboration, and DiFalco had always been inclined to write them off as a product of the general lunacy of the times. (The California school system had recently required that astronomy texts give equal space and respect to the flat-Earth theory, for to do otherwise would be elitist; the Social Justice party was expected to write a similar requirement into its national platform.) Only these reports had come, not from the Great American Majority of functionally illiterate drones, but from space crews, all of whom were very competent peoplethe only kind that anyone could afford to send into space, which was why the new civilization growing up outside Earths atmosphere had less and less in common with the collapsing society at the bottom of the gravity well. And these UFOs, although decidedly high-performance, hadnt reversed direction without loss of velocity or otherwise violated physical laws.

Still, such reports were not noted for furthering the careers of those who made them.

Just had to take command of the last of the Washington class ships in Mars orbit for the evacuation to Phoenix Prime, didnt you? DiFalco gibed at himself. Couldnt make the trip in cryo hibernation, could you? Couldnt even travel awake on a ship commanded by one of your juniors and spend the trip dumping words of wisdom on the younger generations! (He was all of thirty-five.) Oh, no! Perish the thought!

He reached a decision. All right, Terry. Have Gomez do an EVA with her photo equipment. The UFOthere, he had said itis within ten million klicks, and she might be able to get something we can analyze. And laser a message to RAMP HQ at Phoenix Prime, in Level Three code, for General Kurganov personally. Sergei had ridden the Boris Yeltsin out to the asteroid base earlier, hibernating like a gentleman and leaving DiFalco as acting military CO of the Russian-American Mars Project. But now he was awake and back in command, at least until DiFalco relieved him early next year when the top spot rotated back to an American. He needed to be told and he would have the sense to sit on the information until they had learned more.

Give him, DiFalco continued, all the data we now have on the UFO. And tell him that I intend to continue to try to communicate with it. If it attempts a rendezvous with usno need to even check the figures to confirm that it was strictly up to the UFO to do so; Andy J. was committed to this Hohmann transfer orbit and lacked the reaction mass for any funny business, at least if it wanted to be able to choose an attainable destination afterwardsI will do whatever seems indicated. And, he knew, Sergei would back him to the hilt. He unclipped his perscomp from his belt and consulted it. It will take a few minutes to get a reply. Ask Major Levinson to join me in my cabin as soon as he can get away from Engineering. And buzz me as soon as you get any response from the UFO, or from General Kurganov or when Gomez has some usable imagery for us.

Aye aye, sir. (Funny, the way naval usages were surfacing in a service descended from the Air Force. The ex-squids in the Space Force had to be threatened with bodily harm lest they call the control room the bridge.) Farrell looked up, and for an instant he seemed even younger than he was. When he spoke, his tone was almost beseeching. Colonel, what is that thing?

I think were going to find out, Lieutenant. Like it or not.





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DiFalcos cabin was too small for pacing, and he soon found himself turning the news update back on. It was a link with familiar things, with home and he needed that, however much he hated what home was turning into. He was up to the latest synagogue burning in New York (the states Social Justice governor hadnt quite winked at the cameras as he had condemned the act despite centuries of terrible provocation) when Jeff Levinson arrived. He switched it off hurriedly,

Oh, that, Andy J.s executive officer indicated the reader. He smiled wryly at DiFalcos palpable embarrassment, creasing his dark featureshis mouth, like his nose, belonged on a larger face. Why do you think there are so many of us in space? Out here, you can get away from some things. Not all, of course. He took out the plastic Ethnic Entitlements Card that every American citizen was required to carry at all timeswhite, with a large yellow Star of David, in Levinsons case. DiFalcos was brown; his mother was one-quarter Cherokee, which, despite all her Swedish, Scots and English genes, and the Italian, Irish and additional English ones on his fathers side, made him a Third World person and helped account for his rank. (Levinson had risen as high as he probably ever would, especially if the quota structure was further stacked against him as seemed likely after the next general election.) DiFalco was old enough to recall when the cards had been introduced strictly as a temporary measure, of course, to enable the proper authorities to readily identify the victims of past discrimination until its effects have been compensated for. Ex-officials of the former South African government had been hired for their experience in administering a similar system; those who had commented on the irony had been prosecuted for the misdemeanor of inappropriately directed laughter.

But, Levinson continued, you didnt call me in to discuss the political situation. Whats up, that couldnt wait til after Eraser and I were done with the fuel feed?

Well, DiFalco drawled, how about little green men? Terry seems to have spotted some, doing their damnedest to intercept us.

Oy vey! Levinson sagged down onto DiFalcos bunk. What does the kid think hes seen now?

Its no bullshit, Jeff, DiFalco assured him, turning serious. He accessed the data on his perscomp and handed it to Levinson. The XO studied it with frowning concentration, then looked up.

Eric, just what the hell is going on here? Nobody has anything like this, and extraterrestrials

 dont exist, DiFalco finished for him. Everybody knows that. Ill tell you what I told Terry: well find out the answer soon enough, so all we can do now is assess our own capabilitieswhich, I know, dont include either attempting or avoiding a rendezvous. Our weaponsthe missiles, the antimissile lasers, and the big spinal-mounted particle acceleratorare in working order. Levinson nodded emphatically. But I dont intend to use them except in self-defense. For now, well continue to try and communicate with them. We simply dont know what were dealing with here

The intercom beeped, and DiFalco acknowledged. Colonel, Gomez is ready for you, Farrell reported.

Good. Tell her the XO and I will be in the lab ASAP.





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Afterwards, neither DiFalco nor Levinson was ever sure how long a period of utter silence they had spent staring at the blowup. No fine details could be made out, of course, even with deep-space photography using mid-twenty-first-century equipment. But two things were very clear about the spacecraft. The first was that it was a spacecraft, an inarguably artificial construct. And the second was that it was a product of no known design philosophy, nor even any known concept of a viable spacecraft; there was no room for doubt that it had originated elsewhere than Earth.

Finally, Levinson looked up, his engagingly ugly face wearing a lost expression DiFalco had never seen there.

Colonel, what are we going to do?

We are going to wait, DiFalco stated firmly.





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The Unknown lay a few kilometers off, a clearly visible affront to DiFalcos sense of reality.

It had matched vectors with Andy J. so smoothly that DiFalco was somehow sure that it wasnt showing off, merely executing a routine maneuver. It certainly had the thrust to do it he had tried to calculate the power required for that kind of sustained maneuvering by a ship massing what that one must, and given up. And it produced all that thrust with no great display of flaming exhaust; its drive was evidently too efficient to waste much energy on such things.

Well, Levinson broke the silence in the control room, we know one thing about them.

You mean besides the fact that theyre very goddamned advanced? DiFalco, like the XO, spoke in a hushed voice, for no reason that stood up to logical analysis.

Levinson nodded. They dont need weight.

DiFalco nodded in reply. He had already thought of it himself. That gleaming bluish-gray shaperather like a cigar with the small end forward, with four elongated blisters spaced evenly around the hull near the stern, alternating with what was obviously tankagewas a seamless unity without any segment which could plausibly be a spin habitat like Andy J.s. If its occupants had wanted to use angular acceleration to counterfeit gravity while in free fall, they would have to spin the entire ship, which was patently impractical. Humans were unsuited to prolonged periods of weightlessness. Drugs coupled with regular exercise now enabled them to live indefinitely in low-G environments like Luna, but some weight was still required to prevent fluid imbalances and atrophy of the bone tissues and muscles, and all interplanetary spacecraft designs reflected this. It was the final piece of evidence that the UFOs crew were not human. Were they even organic?

One thing they definitely were: damned uncommunicative. He had stopped paying attention to Farrells endlessly repeated hails and requests for acknowledgment up and down the frequenciesthey had become a meaningless ritual of some forgotten religion.

So, like everyone else in the control room, he jumped when the hush was shattered by a screech of static, dying down to a faint roar overlaid by a voice speaking in careful, faintly accented English.

Calling United States Space Force Ship Andrew Jackson. We urgently request that your commanding officer come aboard our ship for consultation on matters of the highest importance.

In the stunned silence, DiFalco was the first to find his tongue.

This is Lieutenant Colonel Eric DiFalco, commanding, he rapped out, pleasantly surprised that his voice didnt crack. Who am I addressing? Can we have a visual signal?

I am afraid not, the voice resumed. All your questions will be answered here. You will, of course, find our shipboard environment quite safe. Please enter through the airlock we have illuminated. Levinson touched his arm and pointed at the magnified image of the UFO. A blinking exterior light had awakened on that unbroken surface. He was gazing at it when Farrell looked up.

The signal has been broken off, Colonel. Theyre not accepting any further transmission.

Damn! DiFalco turned to the XO. Jeff, could that voice have been artificially generated?

In theory, yes, Levinson replied judiciously. All state-of-the-art computers could accept vocal input, and the more sophisticated ones could provide simple spoken output. But you knew damned well it was a machine talking, and there was no question of carrying on a conversation. Chatty computers still belonged to the realm of science fiction. For that matter, so did UFOs.

DiFalco gazed a moment longer at the image in the screen, with its somehow impudent winking light. Then he unstrapped and shoved himself up from the acceleration couch.

XO, have GP shuttle number two readied. And have Sergeant Thompson meet me at the docking bay.

Holy shit, Eric! This was pushing the limits of informality even for the Space Force, but Levinson looked like he was past caring. Youre not actually going over there, are you? I mean, we dont know He sputtered into speechlessness.

Thats right, DiFalco said quietly. We dont know anything. And were not going to find out, sitting here staring at them and hoping theyll resume radio communications. And I want very badly to find out, Jeff. Call it curiosity or anything else you like, but theres no way I could not accept this invitation. Anyway, he continued with a slight smile, if they wanted to zap us, I have this strange feeling that wed all be dead by now. He moved toward the hatch. You have the con, XO.

Levinson made one last try. Colonel, we only have the word of some robot or some bug-eyed monster that its safe in that ship! How can they even know whats safe for us?

DiFalco turned toward him with an odd expression. You know, Jeff, thats one of the things that makes me so curious about all of this. Remember when he told us that? Levinson nodded. Well why should the suitability of their environment for us be an of course?





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Andy J. was still visible as an elongated dumbbell (DiFalco had vetoed Levinsons suggestion that the ship be realigned so as to aim the particle accelerator at the alien) when the lighted airlock became visible as a faint outline on that curving wall of unidentifiable alloy.

Piloting the little interorbital shuttle toward it, DiFalco stole a glance at his companions black face, frowning with concentration as he checked out, not for the first time, his recoilless launch pistol. Not that the little rocket gun would be likely to do much good, even if the colonel let him use it. Since he had no real intention of doing so, he wondered why he had even brought the sergeant. Purely as a ceremonial bodyguard, he supposedthe Marines performed shipboard duties for the Space Force similar to those they always had for the Navy, although their EVA role was a new wrinkle for them. Anyway, having him along made DiFalco feel better.

Gunnery Sergeant Joel Thompson, USMC, was not a particularly huge man. In fact, he was only slightly bigger than the six feet and one hundred eighty pounds maintained by DiFalco, who worked at keeping in shapelargely, as he admitted to himself, because he was reaching the age at which a flat stomach was an emblem of self-discipline. But vanity had nothing to do with the sergeants unrelieved musculature, without an ounce of efficiency-impairing fat. He was not an easy man to know, but he was as formidable and dependable as he looked. And his stubbornness was a force of nature.

A faint boom sounded through the shuttle as it made airlock-to-airlock contact with the UFOs hull and instruments confirmed magnetic seal attachment. For a moment, the two of them sat in silence as if awaiting something, then exchanged quick, sheepish smiles and proceeded to don their vac suit helmets. DiFalcos mounted a videocam whose continuous transmission to Andy J. would, he guessed, be of some interest to Levinson and everyone else who could contrive an excuse for being near a screen. Like their helmet communicators, it would be relayed by the shuttles more powerful comm equipment; they shouldnt be out of contact with the big ship, barring intentional jamming by the aliens, he supposed he had to call them. Concentrating grimly on the the concrete and the routine, he led the way to the airlock.

Decompression completed, their outer door slid open to reveal, as he had more than half expected, the UFOs airlock similarly open to vacuum. They floated from one chamber into the other, and the strange door sealed behind them. There. That was it. Shouldnt I have said something historical before stepping across?

Can you hear me, XO? Are you getting this?

Barely. Levinsons voice came faintly. The transmission sucks. Swing a little to your left, will you there! I wanted to get those instructions, or whatever they are, on the wall shit! The light that awakened just above the odd, cursive lettering startled DiFalco almost as much as it did Levinson, whose picture it momentarily overloaded like a flash bulb.

Immediately, DiFalco began to feel the return of outside air pressure.

Sergeant Thompson studied a readout on the bulky equipment he was carrying. Skipperit was one of the things DiFalco had stopped trying to break him ofpressure is almost up to one bar. And the initial reading shows nitrogen and oxygen in the right percentages.

Did you copy that, XO? Levinson confirmed, and Difalco continued. All right. I am going to open my faceplate. Ignoring Thompsons disapproving frown, he did so, holding his breath. The air was a little warmer than Andy J.s. He was preparing to take an experimental breath when the light went out and the inner door slid open. Lightheaded as he was, nothing else seemed to register. He expelled his breath and pushed himself across the threshold into the passageway beyond

The universe fell on him, slamming him to the deck.

Lying there, he heard Levinsons shouts and Thompsons bellows as if from a great distance, for reality had, for him, suddenly narrowed to two impossible facts. One was that he had just floated directly from free fall into a gravity field that had absolutely no business being there. (How strong was it? Two gees, surely. No, make it three.)

The other was the pair of feet, in utilitarian-looking boots of some unfamiliar material, planted on the deck a few inches from his face. His eyes travelled up the legs and body, the videocam travelling with them and Levinsons frantic voice trailed off. DiFalco got slowly to his feet (maybe the gravity was only around one gee after all), groping for something to say.

He finally managed it. You look human. So much for history.

The elderly gentlemanhe reminded DiFalco of one of his maternal uncleslooked miffed. Thank you, he said dryly. So do you.

One of the group behind him, a striking-looking young woman clad like all of them in a kind of jumpsuit, stepped forward and spoke rapidly to the oldster in an utterly unfamiliar language of many liquid vowel combinations and few hard consonants. DiFalco knew a scolding when he heard one. The man smiled in acknowledgment and turned back to his guest.

Forgive me, he said with his faint accent. I should have warned you about the internal artificial gravity field. One takes things for granted. Oh, by the way, ah, Colonelis that it?could you possibly speak to your subordinate? He gestured rather fastidiously toward the airlock. DiFalco turned and saw that Sergeant Thompson had also entered the passageway but had managed to land in a crouch, from which he now had the scene covered with his launch pistol. His hand and his expression were both rock-steady, but beads of sweat were visible on his brow behind his faceplate.

Sergeant, DiFalco spoke carefully, stand up and lower your gun. I think were among friends. And you might as well open your faceplateI seem to be doing okay, under the circumstances.

Aye aye, sir. Thompson grimly obeyed. He still looked very watchful.

DiFalco turned back to the man who had no more right to be here than the gravity that kept them both standing on the deck. He didnt really look much like Uncle Dick, or any other member of any of Earths racial groupings, although he could probably have walked down a street in any large Western city and attracted no more than occasional glances of mild curiosity as to his origin. He was tall and spare, his hair and thinnish VanDyke-like chin beard of a silvery gray that contrasted with his skin, which was a rather coppery brown. His cheekbones were wide, his nose prominent and straight, and his eyes a brown so dark as to be virtually black. The people behind him showed about as much individual variation in size, features and coloring as you would expect in a group made up of members of one moderately heterogeneous nationality on Earth. The common denominators seemed to be a tendency toward height and slenderness, and a coppery quality to the skin tone.

I trust I was telling the sergeant the truth, DiFalco said. About being among friends, that is.

Of course, Colonel. And I apologize for our seeming secretiveness. Let me begin to try to answer some of the questions I know you must have. My name is Varien hleMorna. My companions and I come, as you have undoubtedly surmised, from another planetary system. And you may rest assured, the fact that you belong to the same species as ourselves is as inexplicable to us as it is to you. We have merely had a little longer to become accustomed to it. We

Excuse me, Di Falco cut in, about to OD on unreality, while I communicate with my ship. Varien made a gesture which presumably signified gracious assent. XO, are you getting all this?

Affirmative. Levinsons faint voice came after a slight pause. Ive been keeping quiet because I didnt want to distract youand because Im in a state of shock like everybody here.

You and me both, DiFalco muttered. Im just coping from second to second. Stand by. He raised his voice. Uh, Mister

Simply Varien is sufficient, Colonel, the stranger said indulgently.

All right, uh, Varien. DiFalco plowed grimly ahead. You obviously know a lot more about usour language, for startersthan the zero we know about you. Your radio message was less than informative

Again, I apologize for that, Colonel. That message was sent using specially constructed equipment which was not up to visual transmissionsour own communications devices are incompatible with yours. And, candidly, we were also motivated by security considerations; we wished to minimize signalling that might possibly be picked up at random. He paused thoughtfully. I know this is all very overwhelming for you, Colonel, he continued in a slightly patronizing way. (Was it DiFalcos imagination or did the young woman roll her eyes heavenward?) But I am going to have to decline to answer many of your questions at present, in order to avoid repeating myself later, when we reach the asteroid I believe you call Phoenix Prime, your present destination. You see, I have approached you to solicit your aid in arranging a secret meeting with whoever is in ultimate authority there.

So, DiFalco said faintly, you want me to take you to our leader?

Varien brightened. Yes. Thats it. Well put. If you wish, I will gladly accompany you back to your ship, as a gesture of good faith. Does he think we primitives are into giving and taking hostages? DiFalco wondered. Varien motioned the young woman forward. Or, if you prefer, I will send my daughter, Aelanni zhoMorna, who has full authority to make all arrangements.

DiFalco heard a low moan from his helmet comm. What is it, XO? Varien and the others politely did not listen.

It had to happen, Levinson groaned. Why am I even surprised?

What are you talking about, Jeff?

The mad scientist has a beautiful daughter!





CHAPTER THREE




The potato-shaped asteroid known as Phoenix Prime turned slowly on its long axis. Its interior, hollowed out by lavish use of clean, laser-detonated fusion devices, was little more prepossessing than its rugged surfacenone of the parklike spaciousness visualized for asteroid habitats by space-colonization advocates of the last century. It merely provided the basics of habitability for those who labored, in shifts, to prepare the large ice asteroid called Phoenix for the journey that was its destiny.

DiFalco had often reflected that Phoenix was misnamed. The Phoenix of myth had arisen from the ashes. Its namesake would descend to the surface of Mars at interplanetary velocity and impact with the force of a billion average fusion bombs, blasting the planets original atmosphere into space and triggering the seismic and volcanic cataclysms that would give it a new, dense one. In less than a generation, after the molten surface cooled, oceans would form and microorganisms would be introduced by the humans who would again be able to set foot on the surface. After another generation, a major human presence, and some oxygen-producing plants, would have taken hold and terraforming would enter a new stage. Less than a century after the initial impact, atmospheric oxygen should suffice for the formation of an ozone layer and large-scale soil fertilization would be underway. After another half-century, oxygen pressure would have reached Earth-like levels and simple genetically engineered animals would be released.

So, he reflected, maybe the name wasnt so inappropriate after all. A new, living world would arise from the wreck of the old, lifeless one. It was incomparably the greatest engineering project in human history, conceived in the heady decades after the turn of the century when Communism had fallen and free enterprise seemed to have taken a new lease on life in the young republics of Eurasia and on the high frontier of space.

It was the era into which DiFalco had been bornthe full high tide of the Third Industrial Revolutionand he had often wondered, with an uncomprehending inner hurt, what had gone wrong with it.





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With a beard and the right clothes, Brigadier General Sergei Konstantinovich Kurganov would have looked like an Eastern Orthodox saint. He was a Russian of the tall, slender sort, with a long, triangular face and a broad brow from which the gray-brown hair was beginning to recede. His English was only slightly accentedindeed, he spoke it better than most victims of American public education. And it was a source of constant embarrassment that he knew far more of the history of DiFalcos own nation than the American himself.

He came aboard Andy J. with full military formality, after which they proceeded to DiFalcos cabin and cracked a bottle from the latters private stock of Scotch. (The general had once admitted, in strictest confidence, that he had never liked vodka.)

Well, Eric, Kurganov began, what is it you have brought me?

I can hardly wait to find out, DiFalco replied feelingly. Believe it or not, what I sent you before our arrival represented all I know. This Varienhes the only one of them Ive actually spoken to except his daughter, and her English isnt as good as hisis playing it very close to his chest. He came over to this ship for part of the trip, and was insufferable about how delightfully quaint it all is, but told me essentially nothing. He shook his head slowly. Ill never forget the first time he and I left his ship to transfer to our shuttle; he just stepped into the airlock wearing the skintight one-piece outfit they all wear shipboard. I was sure he was mad as a hatter. Then he proceeded to put on gloves and pull this clear plastic hood over his head from a flap behind the neck and opened the airlock! The hood puffed out into a fishbowl helmet, but otherwise the suit still looked like a body stocking. He must have seen the look on my face; he condescendingly explained that they have heavy-duty vac suits for long-term or hazardous-labor EVA, but that this thing suffices for brief jaunts. He shook his head again and took a pull on his Scotch.

But now, Kurganov prompted after a moment, he wants to meet with both of us aboard his ship?

Right. Its parked in easy shuttle range, behind an asteroidGod knows why. Their stealth technology well, the only reason we detected that ship was because they wanted us to. They cant defeat the Mark One Eyeball, but you know how much use that is in deep space.

Indeed. It was Kurganovs turn to muse and sip. Clearly, Varien is being very circumspect about approaching our governments. Thank God for that. It makes me wonder if he may have some inkling of what is happening on Earth. He turned grim, and set his glass down. I must tell you, Eric, that we just received word that the Social Justice Party in America has held a special mid-term conclave in the wake of the recent Congressional election, and announced its intention of terminating the Project as the first stage in eliminating all private-sector activity in space and, eventually, all activity of any kind. The resources are, it seems, to be turned to socially useful ends.

DiFalco was momentarily without the power of speech. So this is what its like to go into shock, he thought with an odd calmness.

 Socially useful?! he finally exploded. Jesus H. Christ! What do they call the powersats that provide eighty percent of Earths energy without polluting anything? Whats going to replace them? And do they plan to go back to strip-mining Earth for the minerals were now getting from the asteroids?

I doubt if the irrationality of their proposal will prevent the victory that the media has decreed for them in the presidential election year after next, Kurganov said dryly. Any more than will their declaration that the election after that may have to be postponed, and the Constitution suspended, until the political process has been cleansed of capitalist and Zionist influence. There was a time when that statement would have made them unelectable in America. Not now, of course. And Russia will, as always, follow along.

For a long moment, DiFalco sat stunned. When he spoke, his voice held a plaintive tone that no one but Kurganov was ever permitted to hear.

Sergei, what the hell happened? How did we screw up? It wasnt supposed to be like this, you know. When you people kicked out the Communist regime two generations ago, everybody thought the Totalitarian Era was over!

Oh, yes; the collapse of the old Soviet Union should have permanently discredited coercive utopianism. But its Western followers and apologistswho, like the Bourbons, had learned nothing and forgotten nothingretained their strongholds in academe and the media. And their opponents, for reasons I have never been able to understand, continued to be morally intimidated by them. So now they have, against all expectation, staged a comeback hastened by their masterstroke of adding anti-Semitism to their repertoire. His blue eyes, usually mild, took on a hard glint, and his faint accent roughened. The perfect selling point in my country, of course. I fear the Russian peasant is eternal in his follies. He sighed with infinite sadness, and took another sip of Scotch. We wanted freedom so badlymy grandfather led his tank regiment to the defense of the Parliament building during the coup attempt of 1991, when we thought we had finally won it. And now were willing to throw it all away the instant someone screams Death to the Jews! 

So, DiFalco asked bitterly, all were doing out here is pointless? Were readying a new world for mankind just when mankind begins to stampede back into the Dark Ages?

Oh, not altogether pointless, Eric Vincentovich. He smiled gently, and DiFalco snorted; it was a long-accustomed form of needling, and they both followed the well-worn grooves of habit. Eventuallyin generations or centuriesthe Gods of the Copybook Headings will come crawling out from under the rubble and try to explain it all again. (Strange, the way Kipling was best remembered in Russia; most people there thought he had been a Russian.) And if we and our successors are allowed to carry the terraforming process to the point where it becomes irreversible, then a living Mars will be ready when humanityincluding recognisable Russians, I like to hopeis ready to come into its inheritance.

But how can we? Weve had to become self-sufficient in some things out here, but were still dependent on Earth for a lot of what we need to complete the project. If they really want to do a Proxmire on us, they can.

Who knows? Kurganov shrugged eloquently. The civilian management council has asked for an emergency meeting with the two of us to decide what our response should be. Of course, they dont know yet that a rather large new factor has just been added to further complicate matters! He finished his Scotch, set his glass down with a click, and stood up. Shall we go, Eric? Im looking forward to meeting your rather surprising extraterrestrial!





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Hand-shaking was not a custom of Variens people, but he bowed gracefully when Difalco introduced his commander.

Welcome aboard my ship, General Sergei.

Actually, the Russian smiled, the conventional usage is General Kurganov. 

Yes, of course. Varien shook his head in annoyance, whether at his own forgetfulness or at the peculiarities of Earthly forms of address was unclear. So, General Kurganov, Colonel Eri DiFalco informs me that you are the senior government official here in this systems asteroid belt.

I am, Kurganov explained, the senior military officer in charge of the Russian-American Mars Project, a joint effort by my government and Colonel DiFalcos to terraform ah, to render habitable our systems fourth planet. Much of the actual work is being carried out by a consortium of private corporations and research institutions, but no civilian governmental structure has ever been set up in the asteroids; Phoenix Prime, our base, is still legally a military installation. So you are correct; I represent the ultimate government authority short of my superiors on our home worldwhich you must know is the third planet, inasmuch as you know so much else. In particular, you have me at a disadvantage with your knowledge of the English language. He smiled again. It is, I suppose, too much to hope that you also know Russian.

I am afraid, General, that puzzling out even one of your languages from a study of your broadcasts was the limit of our capabilities. Let me introduce Miralann hleShahya, who was largely responsible for that achievementand who I am sure would be fascinated to be introduced to Russian.  The man who bowed in response was younger than Varien, a little shorter and plumper, and he did, indeed, look intrigued. DiFalco couldnt avoid the impression that what intrigued him were the service dress uniforms they had donned for the occasionhis own USSF black and Sergeis dark bottle-green, both with the red-and-gold RAMP shoulder patch.

And my daughter, Aelanni zhoMorna, who is already known to Colonel DiFalco, Varien continued. Kurganov did a small bow of his own, complete with a soft heel-click, and she smiled tentatively. Alright, Sergei, enough with the Old World charm, DiFalco found himself thinking.

And now, Varien said impatiently, if you gentlemen will be seated, I will finally satisfy your curiosity. He indicated a semicircle of chairs around a slightly raised platform on one side of the spacious chamber. (At least it seemed outrageously spacious to DiFalco, considering that they were aboard a space vessel.)

I will be most interested, Kurganov said as he took a seat. He had the look of a man trying to delicately impart a painful and embarrassing piece of news. You see, Varien, I must tell you that from our standpoint you are, ah impossible.

So I have been told. Loftily: I have chosen not to take it personally.

DiFalco squirmed uncomfortably in the chair that insisted on trying to conform itself to the contours of his butt. Look, Varien, it goes beyond the fact that you people are human, which youve admitted is a stumperone of our science fiction writers once compared the chances of the same species evolving on two planets to the chances of one locksmith making a lock while another locksmith working independently on another planet makes a key that fits it, and I imagine he was understating the improbability by several orders of magnitude. But aside from that, our scientists have decided that were the only technological civilizationand probably the only tool-makersin the history of the galaxy.

Whatever led them to this extraordinary conclusion? Varien was frankly curious.

Well for one thing, weve never been visited by anybody else.

But you have. Now. By me. Varien spread his hands in a gesture of bogus self-deprecation. Someone had to be the first, after all.

I think, Kurganov put in, that Colonel DiFalco is referring to Fermis Paradox: the fact that our planet has never been colonized during all the hundreds of millions of years it has existed as a life-bearing worldwhich seems inexplicable if civilizations are as numerous as they ought to be if life is a normal occurrence in a galaxy of four hundred billion suns.

But, Varien said with an air of fully stretched patience, the same objection applies: there has to be a first. Even if no star-travelling race has existed heretofore, the fact doesnt logically preclude the possibility of one or more now. And your astronomers must be aware that your sun, like ours, is an exceptionally old star of its generationwhich is the first stellar generation to have formed from a medium enriched with heavy elements by numerous supernovae. Planets suitable for life are very common, and in the normal course of events they will give birth to it; but relatively few are old enough to have done so to date. Highly-evolved, sentient life is a recent galactic phenomenon.

Okay, DiFalco resumed doggedly, so there was nobody around to colonize Earth during the Precambrian. But what about the total failure of our SETI programs? Seeing Variens blank look, he amplified. Search for extraterrestrial intelligence. For almost a century, off and on, weve been listening to the stars for broadcasts in the radio wavelengths, and the result has been consistent: zilch point zip!

For the first time in their acquaintance, Variens jaw fell. Ive finally managed to astonish him, DiFalco thought, just before the older man almost doubled over in his efforts to contain the loud belly laugh that was an impossible gaucherie in his culture. Miralann was undergoing similar contortions, and Aelanni was trying to look sternly disapproving of the other two while sputtering just a bit herself.

Radio broadcasts?! Varien gasped when he had gotten his breath. Why should you have detected radio broadcasts, of all things? He finally recovered his composure and explained in his usual condescending way. Use of radio transmissions for large-scale, long-range communications is a transitional phase in the history of technology, rather like fission power. Weve been communicating by neutrino pulse for centuries. Radio broadcasts! Why didnt you watch the stars for smoke signals while you were about it? DiFalco and Kurganov looked crestfallen. You can be sure that we havent been generating anything at Lir Alpha Centauri that you could have detected.

Kurganov pounced. Youre from Alpha Centauri, then?

No, were merely based there. Our home sun is called Tareil. You have no name for itunderstandably, as it is somewhat less luminous than your sun and is roughly a thousand of your light-years away.

Youve come a thousand light-years? DiFalco asked faintly, thoughts of suspended animation and Einsteinian time dilation running through his head.

Not in the sense you mean, Colonel. Perhaps Id better explain. He spoke a command in his own language, and a holographic display appeared over the raised platform. To his two guests, it suggested a stylized molecular diagram with golden atoms linked by pale-blue lines.

Is your civilization aware of the true nature of gravity, General? Varien asked with seeming irrelevance.

Well, Kurganov spoke hesitantly, in the present generation, Hartungs theory has reconciled Newton and Einstein two of our greatest physicists. The first, three and a half centuries ago, postulated that gravity was a force that causes material objects to attract each other. The second, in the last century, described gravity as a curvature of space in the presence of large masses. Varien nodded repeatedly, as if approving of the orthodoxy with which Earths knowledge had progressed. Most recently, the Russian continued, Hartung has demonstrated that both were right: a force inherent in matter and carried by massless subatomic particlesand hence instantaneous in its propagationis what causes the Einsteinian curvature of spacetime.

Precisely! But I gather you have not yet carried the concept of curved space to its ultimate conclusion: the fact that a curve implies a circle, and that given the right conditionsinvolving a sufficient number of large masses, such as exist in the galactic spiral armsspace curves back upon itself in patterns caused by the interrelationships of those masses. Wherever the pattern is interrupted by a stellar mass, the local curvature of space causes a break in the pattern, which we call a displacement point because of an effect which I discovered when I was considerably younger. He indicated the hologram. This depicts, in very crude terms, the situation in our galactic neighborhood. The gold lights are stars that have one or more displacement points associated with them. The blue lines indicate the relationship between each such point and the next such break in the pattern. This all becomes of practical interest with the discovery of how to artificially simulate gravity. You see, if a ship heads into a displacement point at a heading identical to the bearing of the imaginary line, as plotted in realspace, to the next displacement pointnormally, nothing happens. But if the ship generates an artificial gravity pulse which warps space still further at the displacement point, then it experiences an instantaneous transition to the next displacement point, in the vicinity of another star.

Then, DiFalco breathed, youre saying you can travel faster than light?

Of course not, Varien snapped. For a material object to exceed the velocity of light is not merely impossible it is a mathematical absurdity! What I am describing is, to repeat myself, an instantaneous transposition without crossing the intervening realspace distance, possible only at certain locations determined by the gravitational patternsthe shape, if you willof space. So, for example, it is possible to transit from Tareilhe aimed a wandlike instrument at one of the golden star-symbols, from which four of the blue bands radiated, and a bright white dot appeared in mid-air beside itto this star system. The cursor, as DiFalco decided to think of it, flashed along one of the blue light-bridges to another sun. One then proceeds via normal space to another of the second stars displacement points, and transits to this star and then this one and finally to the one you know as Alpha Centauri. He held the cursor steady at the indicated star.

Kurganov leaned forward raptly. So you came a thousand light-years in only the time it took to travel between the various displacement points in these star systems. But, he continued, perplexed, Alpha Centauri appears to be a cul-de-sac; where is the further displacement connection that enabled you to come to this system?

Well, Varien spoke apologetically, Im afraid there isnt any. He raised a forestalling hand as the Russian and the American both tried to talk at once. As I have indicated, displacement points only occur under rare conditions; all of those we know of are at least a hundred light-years apart, usually much more. So the vast majority of stars are without them. Including yours.

So, DiFalco spoke very slowly and deliberately, how did you come here?

Ah, well, thats another story, which will also provide the answer to the related question of why I came here. Attend, please.

As I mentioned, some time ago I discovered the secret of interstellar travel via displacement points. Subsequently, my planetcalled Raehan, by the waybegan exploring rapidly. A quick sentence in his tongue, and arrowlike lights moved illustratively from Tareil along three of the four spokes of blue light extending from it, through star after golden star. Too rapidly, in fact. Permit me a digression on the history of Raehan.

Five of your centuries ago, Raehan was almost as advanced as it is now, following two centuries of explosive technological development accompanied by constantly escalating war and social disintegration. At that point, what was left of our people came collectively and spontaneously to the conclusion that change in general must be halted to allow civilization to recover and unify. Over the centuries, there was much refinement but virtually no innovation. Finally, in my parents time, the strictures began to give way; the chance discovery of artificial gravity set unstoppable changes in motion. I imagine our exuberant and headlong exploration through one displacement point after another, without pausing to consolidate, was partly a release of impulses too long pent up. Also, we could imagine no danger in the starswe were firmly convinced, on the basis of our own history, that any civilization advanced enough to constitute a potential threat must surely have given up military aggression in order to survive.

We were wrong.

He spoke a command, jarringly harsh for the language of Raehan, and the star-diagram vanished, to be replaced by something that brought the two Earthmen to their feet in horror.

That, Varien stated somberly, is a life-sized image of a Korvaasha. One of our exploration ships blundered into an outpost of their empire an empire that has been slowly expanding for more centuries or millennia than we know, dedicated to imposing its own kind of unity on all the accessible galaxy. It is expansionism that has nothing to do with greed or glory, ambition or angerrather, it has taken on a dour and leaden life of its own, and continues long after it has ceased to be profitable or even practical. Dismiss any thought of decadent overlords living in luxury on the labor of slaves. In fact, theyve impoverished themselves to maintain a centralized state over a range whose frontiers take years of travel to reach even through the displacement points. Their empire is nothing more than a vast logistics base, a means that has become an end.

DiFalco, like Kurganov, couldnt tear his eyes from the startlingly lifelike hologram. It wasnt precisely ugly, for ugliness implies deviation from an accepted and recognizable standard. Rather, there was a fundamental and indefinable wrongness about the thick two-and-a-half-meter image.

I assure you that youre seeing the species at its bestthat is, at its most natural. This is a non-specialized leader type. The lower orders are bionically enhanced to make them efficient modular units of the runaway machine that is Korvaash civilization, and no resources are wasted on disguising the artificialities. Varien restored the star-diagram, to DiFalcos relief.

When they captured our scout ship, they captured our complete body of astrogational datathe concept of computer security was, of course, foreign to us. It was a windfall for them: all those displacement points we had already surveyed, plus our highly advanced civilization to be welded into the machine. Their unvarying rule mandates planetary extermination as the penalty for attacking or successfully rebelling against the Empire, but not for merely encountering it; were earmarked for enslavement instead. Varien actually smiled. The odd thing is that theyre fair-minded by their own lights. Unfortunately, by our standards their lights are few and dim.

Baleful red flares moved along one of the blue displacement-chains, branching off onto others as they made their cancerous way toward Tareil.

Their technology evidently stopped developing as soon as they discovered the secret of displacement points, for it is less sophisticated than oursthough more so than its apparent crudity would suggest. And the defender of a displacement point enjoys the advantage of knowing where the attacker must emerge, and at what heading. These factors have enabled us to delay their advance, even though we had to improvise defense forces after five centuries of peace. But their resources are effectively limitless, and their orientation military to the last detail of their lives. The result is not in doubt. We cannot stop them.

For a long moment, they all sat in funereal silence. Then DiFalco finally decided what had been bothering him about the display.

Hey, he spoke suddenly. All these little lights your white ones and the red Korvaasha oneshavent come anywhere near that route you pointed out earlier, the one that leads from Tareil to Alpha Centauri. Whats the matter with those displacement points?

The matter with them, Colonel, is that no one Raehaniv or Korvaashaknows about them. Except, of course, myself and my friends. Again, perhaps Id better explain.

Youll remember that I invented the technique of displacement point travel. I also pioneered other applications of artificial gravity, although I hadnt originated it. Our economy is what I believe you would call liberal-capitalist: society has no objection to vast personal wealth as long as it is acquired by the rules, particularly the rules against technological innovationbut this latter restriction, as I mentioned, had been breaking down even before I came on the scene. To be brief, I am what you would call a multibillionaire several times over. Private explorers in my employ discovered Tareils fourth displacement point. I decided to investigate the systems beyondthe Lirauva Chain is the term we usefor potential opportunities before making it public. I established a base on a habitable planet of Lirauva excuse me, Alpha Centauri. There, we became aware of your civilization. It was in order to come here and study you that I invented a new interstellar drive, which evades the light-speed barrier without recourse to displacement points.

So you can travel faster than light! DiFalco declared triumphantly.

No, no, no! What is involved is a series of very short instantaneous displacements, which can be repeated millions of times a second, allowing our most efficient ship to date to transit from Alpha Centauri to this system in just over six of your days. Most of our ships take five times that.

DiFalco looked mulish. Well if thats not travelling faster than light, Id like to know what is!

Varien visibly controlled himself. If I may continue, he said frostily, I will come to the purpose of my presence here. You see, my discovery of the new drive coincided with the beginning of the war no, let us be honest: the annexation. I have special sources of information which enabled me to see, more clearly than most of my compatriots, that we were doomed. So instead of turning my secrets over to the Raehaniv government, I faked my own death and came here. He paused portentiously. I am here to offer your governments all our scientific knowledge, the entire panoply of our technologyto offer you, in fact, the starsin exchange for your help!

Our help? and Our governments? came, faintly and simultaneously, from Kurganov and DiFalco respectively.

Yes! Remember, the Korvaasha know nothing of Tareils fourth displacement point. Once they are settled into their occupation of Raehan, a liberating fleet could enter the system from an entirely unexpected directionan unheard-of occurrence and a shock to their hidebound professionalism! And once we have captured some of their astrogational data, the new drivewhich I have also kept secret, lest it fall into Korvaasha handscan be used effectively to counterattack! His enthusiasm suddenly waned. Used effectively, that is, by you. The Raehaniv have been strangers to war for centuries too long; our new military barely qualifies as a joke. I can show you how to build weapons and equipment, and provide you with those components your technological base cannot yet manufacture, but your people have abilities mine have lost. It is for these that we are prepared to pay you very well indeed. Due to our ignorance of the nuances of your politics, I have approached you first, rather than announcing our presence directly and publicly to your home world. He looked proud of himself for this uncharacteristic subtlety; Aelannis expression suggested that she might have had something to do with it.

The Russian and the American looked at each other, neither trusting himself to speak.

Varien, Kurganov finally said, carefully, we must have time to consider this. We and certain of our colleagues are already scheduled to meet on Phoenix Prime in connection with political developments on Earth, our home world. I believe your proposal will be very relevant in this context.

Of course, General.





CHAPTER FOUR




The conference room was a buzz of talk, with ugly undercurrents, when Kurganov, DiFalco and the others entered. These were not military people and Phoenix Prime was not a warship, so there was no coming to attention. But the hubbub subsided as the officers took their seats at the head table and Sergeant Thompson came to parade rest beside the door.

DiFalco had Levinson in tow, and Kurganov had brought the pair who headed his intelligence section, an organization whose real function was more and more the accumulation of information and analysis on the increasingly unpredictable governments which were the Projects sponsors. Major Arkady Semyonovich Kuropatkin was short and stocky, with a thick black mustache and small, sharp eyes; Captain Irina Nikolayevna Tartakova towered over him and had straight, dark-brown hair hanging past a narrow, severe face. Levinson, who had a perverse fondness for pre-computer-enhancement twentieth century animated cartoons, had dubbed them Boris and Natasha. They had been told what lay behind a certain nearby asteroid, and still wore stunned looks which did nothing for the half-dozen civilians collective state of mind.

Thank you for waiting, ladies and gentlemen, Kurganov opened. Colonel DiFalco and I have been occupied with an unexpected development.

Havent we all, General, George Traylor of Trans-Orbit Developments growled. His voice, like a rock-crusher at full throttle, went with the rest of himin earlier stages of his career, he had needed something more than his array of degrees in bossing construction crews. The question is, what are we going to do about it?

Actually, Yakov Lazarovich Rosen of the St. Petersburg Institute of Planetology put in, the first question is how seriously to take what weve heard. Well, Arkady Semyonovich?

Kuropatkin scowled with concentration as he dragged his thoughts away from his new knowledge. Ordinarily, I would discount it as mere political bluster. But now ? He shrugged. His English was heavily accented but fluent. Economic reality means nothing to fanaticswe Russians know that. And American media has created a climate of opinion which can only be described as arrogant hysteria; rationality has become morally suspect. He gave an apologetic shrug which took in all his American listeners.

Ha! So what the hell else is new? Traylor snorted explosively. Okay, then; we have to assume that these people arent just blowing hot air out their asses but really mean what they say. And we all know that Russia wontcantcontinue the Project on its own if America pulls out. None of the Russians in the room looked happy, but none of them contradicted him. If they did, Id have to think about going to work for them myself, Traylor continued grimly. But its just not in the cards.

But, he went on, sweeping the room with a glower, Id like to remind everybody that were not entirely powerless. We represent some very wealthy organizations on Earth. We need to use our contacts in those organizations to get them off their numb butts! They have to start using their influence in ways that count politically, before its too late!

But shouldnt we wait and see what happens? Elizabeth Hadley of Consolidated Astronautics didnt quite wring her hands, but her face and voice held a note of anguish that had been there more and more of late. She spoke up to override the chorus of groans. Yes, I know what weve heard sounds bad. And I know a lot of mistakes have been made Earthside. But maybe it will all blow over if we and others who feel as we do will just avoid being provocative

Jesus Christ, Liz! Traylors face was even ruddier than usual. Do you really believe this shit, or do you just need to pretend to yourself that you do? Havent you figured out yet what were dealing with?

Kurganov rapped the edge of the table with a stylus as Hadley started to open her mouth. If we could have order, ladies and gentlemen, there is an additional factor we need to consider. He didnt raise his voice, but it held a note of command that Traylor and Hadley obeyed, even thought they were neither military nor Russian. But then, DiFalco reflected, the latter made less difference than would once have seemed possible; more and more, RAMP was these peoples nation and Kurganov, like a constitutional monarch, was its embodiment.

I must caution you, the general continued, that this information is classified Most Secret. In fact, I have assigned it a military security classification whose name you havent even heard. But I have, on my own responsibility, decided to share it with you. You all have a need to know which, in my view, overrides the legalities involved. None of it must go beyond this room. That sobered them still further. Colonel DiFalco, you may begin.

DiFalco stood up and fed a disc into the wall viewer, which he then linked with his perscomp. The video you are going to see, he began, was recorded during Andrew Jacksons transit from Mars





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DiFalco finally concluded, his last words falling like pebbles into a well of silence.

They had been remarkably quiet, with neither the clamoring questions he had expected nor the hysteria he had feared. Aside from an occasional hiss of indrawn breath or quickly stilled murmur, they had sat, stunned, as the fundamental assumptions of their lives were demolished.

As you can see, Kurganov finally spoke with studied understatement, this changes things. Varien wishes to make his offer to governments which, unknown to him, are about to turn their backs on space as part of a general retreat into the kind of statism we had all thought lay safely in the last century.

And which could now become permanent if he does, Traylor continued for him. Before the collapse of Communism, a lot of people thought the modern totalitarian state was invincible because of the gap that had opened up between the leading edge of weapons and thought-control technology and what was available to private individuals. That nightmare turned out to be prematurebut what kind of stuff do Variens people have? If its anything like weve just seen and heard about

But, Hadley interrupted him, maybe the obvious possibilites herethe stars, for Gods sake!would turn our governments around, weaken the anti-space elements. Remember, she went on earnestly, were dealing with people who, however misguided some of their policies, are basically idealistic and well-meaning

Yeah, Levinson snapped, leaning forward and raising his voice over the general rumble of scorn, like the well-meaning idealists who publicly castrated that old Hassidic rabbi in New York last month while the cops looked on? And the idealistic, well-meaning governor who made excuses for it? Something about an understandable reaction by the historically disempowered, I think he said.

You know what I think of that kind of stuff, Jeff! Hadleys features twisted as they reflected her inner conflict. You know Ive never condoned it! But we cant give up hope in our country because of an occasional aberration!

It is more than an aberration, Ms. Hadley, Irina Tartakova spoke coldly. Her accent was almost as thick as Kuropatkins. It is predictable outcome of a trend of long standing. Almost exactly a century ago your country got into habit of pursuing faddish social ends by socially destructive means. And by the 1980s anything, including anti-Semitism, was excused by opinion-makers as long as it was rationalized in fashionable terms by representatives of fashionable groups.

Hadleys long-accumulating torment spilled over in bile. You bitch! she yelled. You dont understand the background the, uh, social problems

Hold on everybody! DiFalcos deep baritone held considerable force when he let it out. He let it out now, and they shut up. Arent we all forgetting a couple of points, which have nothing to do with what we think of the Earthside governments? This opportunitywhether or not we think those governments can be trusted with itcarries with it a terrible danger. Remember what Varien said about the Korvaash policy on worlds that attack them?

Planetary extermination, Rosen breathed. It sounded loud in the sudden silence.

Right. And he also said that the Korvaasha are people who believe in doing things by the book! So, what if our governments accept Variens offer, carry out his plan and lose? Were talking about the life of our entire world, not just some political sleaze-balls!

But, Traylor began with uncharacteristic hesitancy, isnt Earth safe from them? I mean, even if they discover this Lirauva Chain of displacement points, it stops at Alpha Centauri! How could they get nere?

The same way Varien did: his continuous-displacement drive, which works anywhere outside a major gravity well if you just know how to do it. Remember, wed be committing the thing to battle for the first time; if we lost, it could easily get captured. As would knowledge of the Lirauva Chain. Theyd know where we came from, and how to get there. Come to think of it, we wouldnt even have to loseall it would take would be one of our ships falling into their hands!

So, Colonel, Rosen asked after a moment, are you proposing that we tell Varien, as I believe you Americans put it, Thanks but no thanks? And, perhaps, tell him the truth about what is happening on Earth, to discourage him from bypassing us and contacting our governments directly?

Not necessarily. Because my second point is this: Variens not saying so, but he must know that the USA and the Russian Federation arent his only possibilities.

The silence became complete. Chinas had been the last Marxist regime to fall, and afterwards the giant country had become more and more closely tied to a Japan which was being frozen out of Western markets. Now the partners, of which Japan was increasingly the junior, were united in a kind of corporate Confucianism, capitalistic but not individualistic. Long active in orbital and cis-Lunar space, they had now begun ranging further afield, and the solar system had been tacitly split, leaving them the inner planets. Talk had been heard of mining Mercury and terraforming Venus, but to date nothing had been done.

Im sure Varien would rather deal with us, if only because we still have the biggest and most highly developed deep-space capability, DiFalco went on. But if need be, he can always turn to the Chinese. And if they accept his offer well, everything I said earlier about the danger to Earth would apply equally. Wed be in just as much jeopardy, but with none of the benefits. I somehow doubt if the Korvaasha would be inclined to draw fine distinctions based on our Earthside political alignments!

But Eric, Hadley wailed, we cant let Varien approach the Chinese!

Just how do you suggest we stop him, Liz?

Kurganov let the silence last a few heartbeats before rapping the edge of the table again. I think a recess is in order, he said, glancing at his wrist chrono. We will reconvene in one hour. Remember, none of this is to be discussed with anyone no one at all.





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DiFalco and Levinson were deep in muttered conversation when the general and Kuropatkin entered the almost-deserted refectory and proceeded to their corner table.

As you were, gentlemen, Kurganov said, polite as always but clearly preoccupied. Have you arrived at any suggestions to offer the meeting?

Im afraid not, General, DiFalco admitted. We keep coming back around to the basic dilemma: irresistable benefits carrying unacceptable danger.

Well, Eric, not that it matters to that dilemma, but Ive just viewed a new report that came in during the meeting. Its not part of the official message traffic; it comes directly from Major Kuropatkins Earthside sources. He gestured to Kuropatkin to proceed.

Da, Konstantinovich. The Russian spook leaned forward and spoke in a low voice. American Social Justice party and its Russian counterparts have been in communication. It is now clear that they mean everything they have been sayingand more. He avoided the two Americans eyes. Next American election will be last one. And they are absolutely determined to terminate Project. Afterwards, they have secretly agreed that all military and civilian personnel connected with itand their familiesare to be politically re-educated at camps in isolated areas. All memory of Project is to be expunged.

After a long moment, Levinson sighed deeply. Well, lets look on the bright side, he said with a crooked smile. At least this knocks Liz Hadleys arguments into a cocked hat and settles the whole question on what to do with Varien. Putting him in touch with our governments is not an option!

Isnt it? Three heads turned to face DiFalco as he spoke like an automaton. Even if we could get rid of him and keep him away from the Chinese, it wouldnt solve the problem. It would just postpone it. Sooner or later, the Korvaasha are going to discover the Lirauva Chain for themselves. And theyre also going to discover the continuous-displacement drive! Varien admits that its a natural outgrowth of Raehans technology, which the Korvaasha are busy appropriating. Face it: the Korvaasha are going to arrive here eventually!

And when they do, Kurganov said slowly, we will need Variens technology if Earth is to have any hope of defending itself from enslavement. But he wont give it to us unless we agree to use it to attack the Korvaasha, and thus expose Earth to the danger of obliteration!

Enslavement by the Korvaasha might not be that much worse than what Earth is getting ready to do to itself, Levinson said savagely. It might even be hard to tell the difference!

But destruction ? DiFalco let the question trail off into silence as thoughts that had nothing to do with politics filled four separate minds. The Colorado Rockies above Aspen a forest of slender white birch trees south of Lake Ladoga Indian Summer in New England and a little covered bridge Red Square and the inspired Tartar madness in brick that was St. Basils and faces, faces, faces

All a desert of windblown radioactive ash, it tolled in DiFalcos head. No. We cant risk that.

But maybe we dont have to!

He grew aware that the others were staring at him. He took a deep breath and began, improvising as he spoke.

Look, there may be a solution after all





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Kurganov still hadnt recovered his mental equilibrium when Kuropatkin finished revealing his new information to the reconvened meeting. Afterwards, Liz Hadley sat twisting a lock of hair as if she wanted to pull it out. The others just sat.

In light of what we have just heard, ladies and gentlemen, the general began, Colonel DiFalco has a proposal to offer the meeting. Colonel, you have the floor.

Thank you, General. DiFalco looked around grimly. First off, people, lets begin by being honest with ourselves. Otherwise, were just pissing into the wind. What Major Kuropatkin has told us proves what most of us already suspected: theres nothing for us or our families on Earth anymore. Not even Hadley contradicted him. But then, she, like many others, had a family here. Sergei had once remarked that RAMPs people were in a position not unlike that of the British in India before steamshipstheir tours were, of necessity, years-long ones. Those with families brought them to Phoenix Prime; spouses not directly involved in the Project worked in support services. When this was unacceptable, families broke up or people declined positions with the Project. The result was a kind of natural selection: there was no one here who wasnt emotionally committed to RAMP.

Nor is there anything for us out here, DiFalco continued remorselessly. Were not going to be allowed to continue the Project after another two years. They all visibly winced, but again no one argued.

Having disposed of all wishful thinking, he resumed, lets turn to the question of how to respond to Variens offer. There are two reasons for not accepting it. First, governments such as ours are becoming shouldnt be given the kind of technology he offers. His eyes swept the room, challenging anyone to disagree. No one did, although Liz very nearly dislodged her lock of hair. And second, the penalty for failure: destruction of our world by the Korvaasha. Heads nodded affirmatively at this.

DiFalco paused for an interminable moment, then drew a breath and spoke with the force of absolute, bridge-burning commitment. But neither of these arguments applies if we accept his offer. Not our governments us! RAMP! Think about it, he hurried on, before the disjointed shock in their faces could congeal into opposition. We have a fair-sized fleet of deep-space-capable ships here, and weve had to develop a substantial industrial capability. We can refit our ships with Variens stuff, while continuing to keep his existence secret, and then depart the solar system along the Lirauva Chainafter wiping our records and our ships computers of every scrap of data that could be used to identify the star we came from! If our attack on the Korvaash occupiers of Raehan succeeds, fine. If it doesnt well, the Korvaasha will have no idea of where this attack on them originated. And neither will anyone on Earth; where we went will be the biggest unsolved mystery since the Lost Colony! And I think Id rather die in battle, fighting for the long-term defense of Earth, than rot in some damned concentration camp!

His voice had risen in volume until it was a rolling thunder. Its echoes died away, leaving the room in a silence of total shock. Liz had actually stopped twisting her hair.

But, Traylor finally broke the silence, win or lose, wed be cutting ourselves off from Earth for all time

Hell, no! Look, Varien and his people know the locations of the displacement points that make up the Lirauva Chain. After we defeat the Korvaasha and Earth is out of danger, we can just proceed back along the Chain to Alpha Centauri. From there, Sols the brightest star in Cassiopeia we could find it with our eyes closed! We can go the last four-and-a-third light years of the trip on continuous-displacement drive and arrive back here bringing a whole new order of technology and the news that weve got allieshuman alliesamong the stars. That ought to really do the trick Liz was talking about and turn Earth around!

He surveyed the room and saw much the same look on every face. It was the look of people who had been offered an escape from an insoluble dilemma and were terrified of it.

But Colonel, Tartakova spoke hesitantly, how could we keep this a secret? Surely not every one of the hundreds of people here and at Phoenix will agree!

Of course not. Well have to restrict all knowledge of whats really going on to people weve sounded out and know we can trust. I know you and Arkady already have a pretty comprehensive list of the people we definitely cant trust. They, and everybody else who isnt involved, will just continue to rotate back and forth between here and Phoenix as before. In the meantime, well be doing the crucial work at Variens outpost, protected by his stealth technology. Only one of our big ships would have to be there at a time, and wed only have to have our people in a few key positions to be able to cover for those absences. Im willing to bet that we can be ready within the two years the Projects got.

His eyes swept the room again. Relief still warred with fear on every face, but relief was winning. And it was being joined, here and there, by sheer awe at what theyjust possiblyhad in their power to do.

Kuropatkin, who had been prepared, recovered first.

Colonel, he began, I know you and General Kurganov have not yet discussed this alternative with Varien.

DiFalco and Kurganov exchanged glances. No, we have not, the Russian admitted. I believe another visit to his ship is in order!





CHAPTER FIVE




Varien was uncharacteristically silent after they had finished. Then he sighed and shook his head slowly.

We really had no conception of the political climate we were dealing with, you know. Some of the broadcasts we picked up merely led us to question the depth of our understanding of your language. In particular, when we heard someoneevidently a prominent public figure and not a character in some comedydeclare that the government should guarantee every citizen an above-average income, we decided that our translation must be at fault!

Im afraid not, DiFalco admitted. Thats been part of the Social Justice Partys platform for years. You were probably hearing a speech by the governor of New York who, barring a miracle, will be my nations head of state two years from now.

Dear me! I begin to see why weve always had difficulty differentiating the political news from the popular comedies in your broadcasts; both are farcical but neither seems particularly funny. Varien had almost entirely lost his Raehaniv accent by now, and it was clear which linguistic role models had been influencing him; he had come to speak a variety of English that Levinson characterized as acting-class British.

Aelanni, on the other hand, still spoke with a liquid accent which should have kept the asperity out of her voice but didnt. What kind of lunatic asylum do you come from, anyway? she demanded. And how did the inmates ever manage to get into interplanetary space?

DiFalco felt himself flush. Criticism from outside the family never makes comfortable listening, even especially!when one agrees with it. Things were better a generation ago, he insisted, a little defensively. That was when we started to get into space in a big way. But there were a lot of problems left over from the last century Shit! Im starting to sound like Liz Hadley! The simple fact is, our system of public education had stopped educating the public. It was possible to get a first-rate education but it was also possible to become a certified graduate without having learned anything except the right ideological slogans to parrot. He smiled sadly. Standards had been lowered to the lowest common denominator in the name of equality; but the end result was rigid social stratification, with an educated minorityincluding the people who took us into spacesitting precariously on top of a vast majority that was, by any meaningful definition, illiterate.

By now, Kurganov added, the literate minority has become so small as to be politically and culturally ignorable. And it is about to cease to exist altogether. The Social Justice party is pledged to eradicate all non-public alternatives in education. Equality requires that illiteracy become universal!

Aelanni shook her shining reddish-black head. Incredible!

Not really, Miralann disagreed. Something of the sort very nearly happened to our society between the Second and Third Global Wars, during the Trelalieuhiv ascendancy

Varien waved him to silence. This is all very interesting, Im sure. But the immediate problem is this: we came seeking help from an advanced society which, it turns out, is busily reconverting itself into a primitive one. He clasped his hands behind him and began pacing. And now, if I understand correctly, you are accepting my offer on behalf of your Project, without reference to the governments that sponsor it and whose uniforms you both wear. He paused and gave them a long look with those dark, dark eyes. And all at once, without any tricks of technological wizardry, he was no longer just a supercilious old fart.

It goes without saying, he resumed, that those governments would regard your actions as treasonous. But I am more concerned with how you will regard them. Will you be able to act wholeheartedly against all your training, all your conditioned loyalties? I must know, before we proceed one step further!

DiFalco and Kurganov looked at each other for a moment, and then the former spoke. I dont think there is a conflict, Varien. I still consider myself loyal to the United States of Americaat least to what it was, and what the memory of it still means to anyone who believes that individual human beings have the right, and the responsibility, to rule themselves. As for our nations well, all of us out here are about to become outcasts to them, by their own decision. But well be defending them, without their knowledge, against a threat they never dreamed existed. And we mean to return to them, one day. Whether theyre prepared to welcome us then, only time will tell.

Kurganov spoke slowly. Colonel DiFalco is right probably even more right than he knowsabout what his country once meant to everyone on our world who longed for what its people had but took for granted. That they have betrayed that memory does not in any way diminish it. He flashed his wry smile. Any more than the rodina is diminished by all the tyrannies it has submitted to in the past, as it is about to submit once again. And as for me, personally He sighed. In two months, my tour of duty here is over, and Colonel DiFalco assumes military command of RAMP. I will return to Earth and become director of the Russian branch of the Projects administrative structure. From there I will be able to expedite the supplying of whatever is needed to prepare for the departure. I will also be able to safeguard the secret. I will not, however, be able to depart with the fleet myself. DiFalcos eyes lowered. He had not yet cared to face up to this, though he had known it intellectually all along.

You can be sure, however, the Russian continued quietly, that the secret will continue to be kept. He and DiFalco exchanged a quick look; neither of them spoke, or needed to.

Yes! Varien resumed his pacing, oblivious to what had just passed. With Colonel DiFalco in command here, and you so strategically positioned on Earth, it might just possibly workespecially if, as you say, practically everyone in this asteroid belt is as alienated from your rulers as you yourselves are. And I myself haveahem!some small experience in the art of bureaucratic concealment. Yes! I actually believe we can do it! At least, he added, brow furrowing with sudden worry, we can do it in the two years you say your Project still has left. How can you be sure that this United States wont withdraw its support before then?

The current administration, and the Libertarian Party that still controls the White Housethe executive branchhave too much of a stake in it, DiFalco explained. Theyll continue to back it to the hilt. You see, the launch window for Phoenixthe time we have to move it out of its orbit and start it on the parabolic transfer orbit that will intersect with Marshappens to occur just before the next American general election. The administration is hoping that event will give it a political shot in the arm; theyll give us whatever we need to meet the dead line without too many questions asked, which is what makes the whole thing possible.

You know best about these matters, of course, Varien said with a rather offhand graciousness. But the greatest problem will be the melding of our technologies in those systemsnotably the various applications of artificial gravitythat require components beyond your current ability to fabricate. Fortunately, I anticipated this when equipping this expedition. Our superconductors, for example He stopped abruptly, realizing he was rambling. But theres no time to waste! We can begin at once to form an initial impression of what will be required. Aelanni, show Colonel DiFalco our engineering spaces while I discuss specifics with General Kurganov.





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DiFalco emerged from the engineering hatch, drew a deep and shaken breath, and leaned on the railing below the wide viewport of transparent plastic that was nearly as strong as the molecularly aligned crystalline alloy of the hull.

I trust you are favorably impressed, Eric, Aelanni said with a slight smile as she exited the hatch behind him. He reminded himself that the use of the given name alone did not carry an implication of familiarity for the Raehaniv; it was simply the usual way of addressing people. But her smile seemed genuine, and her voice held a warmth that the musical accent alone could not entirely account for. It somehow went with her coloringagainst the backdrop of space, her hair seemed a warmer blackness He forced his mind back to practicalities.

Yes, you might say that, he acknowledged. This kind of fusion drive is only a theoretical possibility for us. The system were building on Phoenix is a crude, brute-force approachessentially an ongoing series of laser-detonated fusion explosions. So far, controlled fusion power has only been possible in huge installations; even our larger spacecraft still have fission powerplants. Earth itself mostly uses orbital-collected solar power. He paused with a preoccupied frown as he recalled what lay in store for Earths space effort and, by extension, its civilization.

Aelanni sensed it. She spoke formally. I wish to apologize for what I said earlier about your world, Eric. As an outsider, I have no right

He grimaced. Oh, no. You were right on target. Which reminds me of something Ive been wondering about. What do you Raehaniv use for a government?

Ever since the end of the Global Wars, weve had a world state presided over by what I believe you would call a constitutional monarch. The world was turning its back on change, and people were looking for continuiuty, for a sense of permanence. All our nations but one, Tranaethein, had expelled their old royal houses by then; but the Arathrain, or king, of Tranaethein, was related to all the principal old dynasties and had some sort of claim to many vacant thrones? And he was a remarkable individual, after a series of nonentities his family had producednatural constitutional monarchs someone unkindly called them. He was a charismatic leader of the move toward global unity, and one nation after another decided to restore its monarchy and declare him the heir to it. This became the legal basis for the unification. The actual legislating is done by the assembly of well, the name would mean nothing to you. Its not an elected body in your sense, but a nominated one. She stepped to a nearby computer terminal, moving with unselfconscious grace in her skintight shipsuit (it was a light green now; he had seen her change it to other colors with a touch of a finger to a certain spot). She spoke a lilting sentence, and the liquid crystal screen displayed a deep-blue hexagon divided by golden lines into six triangular segments, each containing a stylized representation in gold of a different object or group of objects.

We dont use flags like yours, Aelanni explained. But this is the emblem of the Raehaniv state. It shows the symbols of the six principal national dynasties that the first world-Arathrain succeeded to. She pointed. Like the eight-pointed star of Tranaethein, and She saw the look on his face and stopped. What is it, Eric?

He pointed an unsteady finger at one of the heraldic symbols. That, he stated positively, is a horse.

A yes, I believe that is what you call a rhylieu. She gazed thoughtfully at the rearing quadruped surmounted by a kind of coronet. I see what is troubling you. But, she shrugged, there are humans on both worlds, so why not horses, as well? Impossibility, like infinity, cannot be multiplied.

Granted. But what the hell is that? He pointed at a crouching beast that looked more reptilian than anything else but really looked like nothing ever seen or even imagined on Earth. An oddly shaped sword lay under its forepaws.

The mneisafv of Trelalieu. Why? She gave DiFalco a sharp look. He seemed more shaken than she had ever seen him.

Is the mneisafv a mythical animal? He spoke slowly and deliberately, each word like a footstep into a minefield.

No. Much rarer than they used to be they almost became extinct. But She paused. So you dont have them on your world? Well, then, not all species on Raehan are duplicated on Earth. But we already knew from your broadcasts that you have some animals we dont.

But, DiFalco persisted, unless Im going blind, that suckers got six legs!

Why, yes. So do all its relatives, and certain other families of animals, such as the

Dont you get it? He stopped and took a deep breath. Look, Aelannimight as well follow the local conventions; Ms. zhoMorna didnt even make sense in RaehanivIm no biologist, but I know that all vertebrates on Earth have four limbs, even though its less obvious when one pair of them are specializedfor flying, as with the birds, or for tool-using in the case of humans. I also know theres a reason for this. Weve fantasized about worlds where species have all different numbers of legs and armsremind me to tell you about Edgar Rice Burroughs sometime. But its evolutionary nonsense. All the higher animals on Raehan should have six limbs like this mneisafo, or else they should all have four like you!

Aelanni looked with fresh eyes at the Americahiv? No, American. It was so hard to know what to make of him. He was undeniably attractiveabout average height and very solidly built on Raehaniv standards (this Earth had a stronger gravity than Raehans), his features and coloring exotic but somehow not as much so as most of his fellows. Likewise, his eye color (the Landaeniv word was hazel, she reminded herself) was unusual but not beyond the Raehaniv pale. No, the problem wasnt his appearance. Partly it was the sense that here was someone who lived the way people had in the days of the Third Global Warbarely above the transistor-electronics level!and actually survived such conditions. (Had people really been tougher then, as writers of historical fiction insisted?) But mostly it was the way he acted, always so careful to conceal, except in moments of excitement like this one, the trenchant native intelligence that had cut through in an instant to the heart of one of the classic paradoxes of Raehaniv science. Was it the culture into which he had been born? However much he might consciously reject its egalitarianism fetish and its anti-intellectualism, he could not escape the guilts they had programmed into him, making him need to act Like ashe searched her memory before recalling the Landaeniv word roughneckexcept in unguarded moments.

Yes, she finally replied. Of course weve thought of it. The fact of evolution became inescapable long ago even before the First Global War. But weve never been able to fit ourselves, and many other Raehaniv species, into it! The fossil record cannot be denied: there is no evidence of four-limbed animals on Raehan beforeshe paused and spoke a sentence in Raehaniv, and her eyes seemed to focus on a point a few inches in front of her; DiFalco recalled Variens offhand comments about data displayed directly through the optic nerves by an implanted micro-computer communicating with more sophisticated computersabout thirty-two thousand of your years ago. None of our clever attempts to account for this have held up.

DiFalco felt a prickling at the nape of his neck. But homo sapiens was already around on Earth by then! Do you realize what this means? Humanity, and all those quadrupedal animals, must have evolved on Earth! They cant be native to Raehan!

But how did they get to Raehan? she challenged. Is there any evidence of a space-travelling civilization on Earth in that era?

No, he admitted ruefully. And there would be! As weve found out, high-tech civilization produces by-products that are permanent; you cant get rid of them if you want to! All our legends of advanced prehistoric civilizations like Atlantis are bullshit. (Aelanni recalled the vulgarism without recourse to her infallible implanted memory.) And the notion of an ancient nonhuman starfaring civilization doing it is at least as silly. Such a civilization would have left the same kind of traces. And it should still be around! I mean, even if it collapsed on one planet, it would have others to fall back on and Ive never bought the notion of a far-flung interstellar civilization chucking technology and going back to the home planet and becoming philosophy professors! And, finally, just why should super-advanced star-farers be chauffeuring stone-age humans around the galaxy in the first place? No, it just doesnt make sense.

You have just summed up centuries of Raehaniv scientific speculation, Aelanni said solemnly. Our conclusions are essentially the same as yours: it doesnt make sense.

They looked at each other for a long moment. Then, wordlessly, they walked side by side toward the briefing room, past the viewport and its suddenly sinister stars.





CHAPTER SIX




Sergei Kurganov finished the report and leaned back with a deep sigh. The selection process still took up more time than he had to give it, but it had reached a point at which he was not so much choosing the fit as weeding out the unfita simpler job, given the dossiers that Kuropatkin and Tartakova had accumulated. It could, he reflected, have been far worse. There were no political commissars here. The people who would have been interested in such a job were the very people who viewed the entire concept of spaceflight with revulsion, if not with the ideological equivalent of holy horror, and were scarcely inclined to inflict it on themselves for a period of years. And they were also people without the kind of skills and training which could have justified the transport and life-support costs of sending them past Mars. So Kurganov and his predecessors had successfully resisted the never-very-intense pressure to assign a zampolit to RAMP.

And there werent even many party stooges. The growing social rift between Earth and its space colonies, and the unattractiveness of the Social Justice ideology to competent people, saw to that. Oh, there had been a few in the pastthat fatal accident several years ago, under General Carlson, had seemed awfully odd, but the investigation had pretty much died on the vine. Kurganov remembered it well; as second-in-command, he had been in charge of the investigation

He shook off the thought and turned to another report. Yes, the personnel problem was becoming quite manageable. Soon he might be able to get away more often to the heavily stealthed site, not far away in the Belt, where the work of refitting had commenced under the direction of Varien and his people and where every moment was a new encounter with the unknown. He allowed himself an instants envy of DiFalco, now out there with Andrew Jackson.





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It was like being inside a multistory Christmas tree ornament, gazing out through wide-curving transparency at heaven. Fleecy wisps of cloud drifted past in the brilliant blueness here above the low cloud cover the passenger module had passed through earlier in its ascent up the orbital towerthe beanstalk, as he still thought of it, although explaining why to Aelanni had taken some doing. Below, through rifts in that cloud cover, vivid tropical greenness blended with vast swathes of cityscape. Above, where the geostationary spaceport facility that was their goal and the tethered asteroid beyond (where, surely, the giant lived!) were still invisible, the intense blueness shaded to royal and then to navy, and the brighter stars winked.

He dragged his gaze inside and looked around at the lounge, bathed in the intense (if, to his eyes, slightly yellow-hued) sunlight of these altitudes. A throng dressed with colorful but somehow restrained elegance conversed in low tones, a musical murmur which conveyed nothing to him. In the background, unfamiliar instruments played a tune that was stately, highly abstract and, he thought, slightly atonal. He would, he decided, probably never grow to like Raehaniv music.

A figure detached itself from a group, back toward hima woman, tall and slender like most Raehaniv but more muscular than most, in a clinging dress of some intensly emerald-green material that included a kind of hood. She set down her oddly shaped wine glass and pulled back the hood as she turned to face him, smiling impishly. Aelanni!

Have you had enough for now, Eric?

DiFalco nodded reluctantly, feeling slightly foolish, and reached up and fumbled with the wraparound goggles. Aelannis smile was unchanged, though she was sitting behind a desk in her small shipboard office and wearing her usual shipsuit. That, he said accusingly, was sneaky!

She laughed softly. One tries to come up with something more original than a message that seems to float in midairand the computer isnt programmed for written English anyway. Besides, it was fun setting up the illusion; I havent had a chance to dress like that in years! Of course, it isnt perfect, or you would have recognized me before I turned around.

Oh, itll do until perfection comes along, he assured her, running a hand through his dark hair (touched with gray at the temples, to her surprise inasmuch as he was less than fifty Raehaniv years old). Weve experimented with virtual reality ourselvesthe concept has been around for some time, but neither the software nor the sensory input are up to it yet. He shook his head slowly. You sure cant beat it for a travelogue! But He hesitated, embarrassed. I imagine anything can be simulated. And youve mentioned that theres a suit-and-helmet rig that allows the sensation of full physical interaction. Doesnt it become, well, a problem?

Oh, yes, virtual reality addiction became a very real social problem in the era of the Fourth Global Warone of the many in those days. I gather it practically put an end to drug abuse among the affluent; how could chemicals compete? And escape from the real world was an irresistable temptation in those days. Somberness crossed her face like a cloud-shadow. Since the Unification, of course, social pressure has worked against excessive and self-destructive indulgence in anything. It is a source of guilt? No, thats not it. I think the English word is shame.

It occurred to DiFalco that the Raehaniv might have found more in common with the Sino-Japs after all, but he decided nothing could be gained by saying so. Well, at any rate its given me a feel for your world. Its as if Ive been there. I can come a little closer to appreciating what youve lost at least for now, he added hastily.

Yes: for now. Just as you are preparing to lose your world for now. She sighed. We never risked a landing; I have no feel for your Earth. Of course youve told me of your memories of it. Indeed, youve made them live. But youve never really said anything of your own life there. Whator, perhaps, whowill you miss personally? She stopped as if annoyed at herself. Forgive me. I had no wish to pry into what you may consider inappropriate subjects

He waved a hand absently. Oh, no offense taken. Theres just not very much to tell. Those of us out here generally dont have many deep attachments Earthside He trailed to a halt, as a long-shut door swung open to reveal memories that were dappled with late-afternoon sun like his grandmothers kitchen. Then, too late, he remembered why he always kept the door shut. As always, he could recall for just a fleeting hurtful instant what it had felt like with Nicole at first. And from there it was always the same futile, compulsive quest for the precise point at which it had gone irretrievably wrongnot when he had stopped trying but when he had admitted to himself that he no longer wanted to try. It must have been after Erica arrived, of that he was certain. Erica, who according to hallowed clich was supposed to bring us closer together and had, in fact, merely been another thing to bicker over. Erica, who to Nicole was just one more weapon with which to exact vengeance for all her dreary little grievances no, that wasnt fair. Fuck fairness! I did my best, even when I no longer really thought it was worth itwhen I couldnt even ask her a question without getting the whats-that-supposed-to-mean? look, and all I really wanted to know was why didnt she ever smile anymore?

He blinked once, and gazed across the desk at the woman from another star. Not very much, he repeated. A daughter, back on Earth, by a previous marriage. Seven no, eight years old. Calls somebody else Daddy now. How about you?

She shook her head. I had a few relationships when I was younger, of course. But our customs discourage lasting attachments at an early agea long history of overpopulation, you see. (She was, he recalled, slightly over forty Earth years old; he would have guessed late twentiesmaybe thirty, tops.) And more recently I havent had the time. My father can be demanding. Not that I can complain; hes given me opportunities beyond the dreams of most. And, to be honest, the men Ive known have been She stopped, at a loss for words. Our culture encourages a certain uniformity, possibly even blandness; weve always seen it as part of the price of peace, a price weve gladly paid. Still every one of the men Ive known as an adult has seemed like a book Ive already read. She reached across the desk and placed a hand lightly over his, and their eyes met. Am I making sense at all?

He started to speak, cleared his throat, and tried again. Yes, I think I understand. But look on the bright side. His lips quirked upward. You cant say youre not in a position now to find exoticism. Novelty.

Yes, I believe Ive found that, Eric.

Her hand didnt move. And, belatedly, he remembered how much more physical intimacy, even on the level of a touching of hands, meant to the reserved Raehaniv than to his own people.

Moving as if with a dreams protracted time-scale and lack of volition, he took her other hand and stood, raising her to her feet. Their eyes were almost level.

This is crazy! Its a complication we dont need! Im not a goddamned horny teenager anymore! And even if were technically the same species, the cultural differences ! And isnt there something in Leviticus ?

None of which seemed to matter very much

The door chimed a request for entry. It seemed very loud. Abruptly, time resumed its accustomed pace, and their hands snapped apart as if from an electric shock. But their eyes held each other for a bare, knowing instant before Aelanni spoke a Raehaniv word and the door slid soundlessly open.

Ah, Colonel DiFalco! So glad youre here! Varien smiled benignly as he bustled in. I need both of you. Your Major Levinson has run into a problem with computer interfacing. It seems that certain problems are proving thornier than we had originally anticipated. He needs a command decision from you on structural modifications. And, Aelanni, you are far more up-to-date on cybernetics than I am

Of course, Varien. Lead the way. He turned toward the door, then stopped and faced Aelanni. Oh, and thank you again for the orientation regarding your world.

Think nothing of it, she spoke just as emotionlessly. But they held eye contact just an instant longer. Varien still looked bland to the point of obliviousness as the three of them left the office.





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It is becoming increasingly apparent, Varien spoke briskly to the half-dozen people in the briefing room a few weeks later, that not all our Raehaniv ships are needed here at any one time. Security requirements limit the number of American or Russian ships that can be here for refitting simultaneously. Even after General Kurganov arrives on Earth and begins to expedite our arrangements at the highest levels of RAMP, there will be only so many absences that can be plausibly accounted for.

I have therefore decided that two of our ships equipped for survey work can, for the time being, be better employed investigating the nearby stars known locally as Sirius and Altair. He turned to Kurganov and DiFalco, clearly in lecture mode. The nature of displacement points is such that the more massive stars are more likely to possess them than the relatively small main-sequence stars which can have life-bearing planets. His expression suggested a certain annoyance with the universe. So these two stars are the most likely possibilities in this stellar neighborhood. The Sirius and Altair expeditions will be commanded, respectively, by Nuraeniel and the briefest of pauses Aelanni.

But, Varien, Kurganov inquired, slightly puzzled, I recall you saying that displacement points occur at great distances from each othernormally a minimum of a hundred light-years. How likely is it that there would be others so close to the one at Alpha Centauri?

Actually, General, I said that displacement connections are that far apart. But it is not unheard of for unconnected pairs of displacement points to be relatively close to each other in realspace. You see, the displacement network is a product of the gravitational interrelationships of stellar masses oh, yes, you already know that, dont you? Well, as a result the long displacement chains tend to run more or less parallel with each other, up and down the galactic spiral arms where most such masses are found; and they sometimes intertwine.

Still, Varien, DiFalco spoke more stonily than was his wont, what is the probability of these particular stars having any displacement points?

Quite small, actually, Varien replied with disarming frankness. But if there are any accessible displacement points that might give alternative access to Raehaniv space, it would certainly be worth our while to find out. And, since it can be done without delaying our work here He let his voice trail off, and his eyes held DiFalcos for just an instant.

You know, you old buzzard! And youve found an excuse to send her out of harms way, light-years from the primitive savage! Wouldnt do to let her get sacrificed to a volcano or something, would it? And she could never face the relatives with a bone through her nose!

No, lets be reasonable. Hes just thought of all the same arguments against it that I have. And hes probably thinking more clearly than I am.

Still, Varien, may you roast in hell!

His eyes slid away from Variens and met Aelannis across the room. She knew.





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The docking area that was the largest open space with life support in Phoenix Prime was full to capacity for the change of command. The honor guard dressed its ranks repeatedly under the eyes of Sergeant Thompson and his Russian opposite number, as the technicians counted down to the playing of the two national anthems. And beyond the spectators rested the shuttle that would take Kurganov to Aleksandr Kerensky for the voyage to Earth. Theyd had some bad moments when the Earthside brass had wanted to change plans and have him take Yeltsin, which was in the process of refitting. A little creativity in accident reports had turned the trick, and the general confusion had enabled them to transfer several unreliable people to Kerensky.

Behind the sliding access doors, Kurganov and DiFalco awaited the signal to make their entry and mount the podium, unconsciously checking each other over. DiFalcos mood had not been improved by the older mans ribbing: surely, if he really tried, he could get his new full colonels eagles even shinier!

Now, though, Kurganov had turned serious.

No, Eric, he said quietly, it is impractical. There would be no conceivable excuse for me to come back here just for the ignition of the Phoenix engine. And you will have no way to approach Earth; if one of Variens ships came into detection range it would defeat our entire purpose of secrecy. And what about the pickup itself? Are you going to land a fusion-drive shuttle in Red Square? No, I must remain on Earth.

To hell with that! Ill think of a way to take you with us.

Ah, Eric, never stop being an optimist! I wouldnt recognize you. The general glanced at his wrist chrono. Its almost time. I think this must be our real farewell. Remember me, however far you travelyou, and Varien, and Aelanni.

DiFalco blinked a few timessome damned crud in the air system! Farewell Seryozha.

Kurganov turned mock-pompous. Ive told you a thousand times: the familiar form is not used by a junior to a senior! And for another minute or so Im still in command of this great ugly rock! He shook his head sorrowfully, eyes twinkling. You Americans have no respectno sense of the proprieties.

Just maybe, DiFalco heard himself say, thats what will save us yet.

Kurganov looked at him for a long moment. It always has in the past, Eric, but I think not this time. His smile seemed to hold all the worlds sadness. In my grandfathers time, I could have watched with equaminity what your country is doing to itself. I might even have been tempted to indulge in what I believe Americans call the horse laugh. But now my country has become a cultural dependency of yours, and if you go down into the dark youll take us with you. He gripped his friends shoulders, hard. Come back, Eric! You must come back, carrying the stars in your hand! Thats all that can save us now.

On his last word, the intercom crashed into the Russian anthemfirst, for the outgoing COand there was no time for a final embrace. The doors slid open and they strode, shoulders aligned, to the podium.





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It was off-watch, and no one disturbed the solitude of the wide-curving corridor outside the engineering spaces, bathed in starlight from the viewport where DiFalco and Aelanni stood, gazing alternately at each other and at the ship that she would, in a few watches, take to Altair.

The journey to the type A giant star was almost eight months round trip under continuous-displacement drive. (The survey ship was not one of those that was built for speed and little else; she could only manage the equivalent of slightly better than fifty times lightspeed.) That, plus God knew how long surveying that stars vicinity for displacement points. Yeah, Varien, I can tell you put some thought into this.

And it was more than just the time factor. Varien had found the perfect rival for him: new frontiers. She hadnt admitted it, but while she contemplated the separation with genuine bleakness, it was clear that her excitement at journeying to yet another new star was equally genuine. The very qualities that had caused him to recognize in her a kindred spirit made it impossible for her to feel otherwise. Any nascent rebellion she might have felt had been a casualty of this war of emotions.

I wonder how your father knew? he wondered aloud.

She gave one of the expressive Raehaniv shrugs that Sergei had always said made him homesick. Which, in turn, reminded him of the Russian and deepened his melancholy. Soon Aelanni would be gone too, and he would be alone with the enterprise he had conceived and must now carry to completion.





CHAPTER SEVEN




The American election of 2060 drew closer, and with it Moving Day for Phoenix.

It had been, DiFalco reflected, over a year and a half since Kurganov had departeda year and a half marked by unprecedented poor planning in the Project. Design change after wasteful design change, bungled components requiring replacements, flawed supplies and equipment astonishing amounts of money pissed away to a rising chorus of protest Earthside. The protests would have been even louder if anyone had known that the rejected materials had been taken to a nearby region of the asteroid belt and used to jury-rig devices whose like no one on Earth had ever seen and whose very functions few could have recognized.

The administration had backed them to the hilt through it all, as it continued to hope for a political miracle. It had no choice anyway; it had been identified with the Project from its inception, and couldnt admit a mistake of such magnitude. So the supplies had continued to arrive while the political situation Earthside had continued to crumble. And they were all too aware that their own machinations had hastened the crumbling by discrediting the Project- realization that posed a morale problem no one had anticipated. (Liz Hadley in particular had come close to an emotional collapse.)

But their morale had merely suffered erosion; that of the Raehaniv had received a hammer blow when one of the picket ships had arrived from Tareil after setting a new speed record for traversing the Lirauva Chain, bringing the news that the home system had fallen even sooner than expected. Raehan had surrendered when the Korvaash fleets had filled her skies and further resistance could only lead to planetary devastation. Certain local authorities had doubted the seriousness of the aliens threats, on the grounds that dead populations and atomized industrial plant would be no economic asset to the conqueror; they had not lived to regret their miscalculation, and neither had some millions of people under their charge. (The Korvaasha clearly subscribed to the half-a-loaf philosophy.) And the effect of a falling orbital tower on the planetary surface was something no one had wished to contemplate. So Raehans surviving cities now lived in the threadbare, hungry twilight world of occupation, a bleakness varied only by the occasional mind-numbing horrors inflicted with machinelike emotionlessness by the silent cyborgian giants who stalked their now-shabby streets.

It wasnt unexpected, of course; its very inevitability had originally driven Varien and his followers here on their desperate quest. And it didnt invalidate their plans, which had been predicated from the first on the assumption that no help could be looked for in the Tareil system save from whatever tatters of the Raehaniv space fleet continued to wage a guerrilla resistance in the systems asteroids (and, indeed, some had escaped there, under Arduins leadership). But none of that helped. For a space of days the Raehaniv had withdrawn into themselves, as was their way in the face of the grief for which they had no acceptable outlet, and the Terrans had spent an embarrassed timewhat can you say? Even Varien, knowing nothing of the fate of his son and grandchildren, had seemed inadequate, almost broken.

He had gotten over it eventually, of course, and become his old self. (DiFalco had surprised himself by being relieved.) But then the realization had grown that their estimates of their ability to raise the American and Russian warships to the technological level at which the Raehaniv and the Korvaasha waged war had been too optimistic; if the initial breakthrough into the Tareil system was followed by a long-drawn-out campaign, it was well that they would have access to the resources Varien had secreted in Tareils asteroid belt, and the help of the free Raehaniv fleet there. So Variens enthusiasm had been dampened, but never extinguished until now, when he looked across the desk at DiFalco with eyes as empty of life and hope as they had been the day he had learned of the fall of Raehan.

I fear, Colonel, that I bear heavy tidings, he sighed after lowering himself into the chair. He was acting every day of his agealmost ninety Earth years, DiFalco now knewand the vitality that Raehaniv medical science could partly but not entirely account for was in abeyance. Under some circumstances, DiFalco would have felt sympathy. Today, he leaned forward and spoke with a self-conscious cruelty normally foreign to his nature.

Oh? I suppose you mean that theres still no word of any ship returning from Altair.

Varien visibly flinched, as if from a sudden jag of pain. Nuraeniel had returned from Sirius when expected, reporting that binary stars lack of displacement points. But from Aelanni there had been no word. Ample time had passed for her to locate any displacement points Altair possessed, or to satisfy herself that there were none to be found, and return to Sol. Then still more time had passed. And now, with Moving Day less than three months away, there was no question of sending a rescue mission to Altair. Aelanni and her crew were presumed lost.

No, there is not, Varien said slowly, although that isnt what I meant. He drew a deep breath, seeming to gather his strength. Aelanni understood the risks involved, Colonel. She was not is not a soldier, in your sensewe have had none for a long, long time, as I have explained. But she has always had a comparable sense of duty. He paused. Was there the slightest hint of malice in his eyes? And, if memory serves, she showed no great hesitation about leaving, Colonel!

A cold anger flared in DiFalco, banishing everything he had started to feel for an old man who had reason to believe both his children were dead. Yes, there is something soldierly about her, isnt there? Shell follow orders no matter what she thinks of them! No matter how cynical and unworthy she knows their motivations are!

For a long moment they glared at each other in dead silence. It was a subject they had both shied away fromthis was the closest either had ever come to an open accusation. It was Varien who blinked first, and lowered his eyes with a sigh.

Whatever I did was done for the good of everyone concerned. You can have no conception of the cultural gulf! And Aelanni has led a life that perhaps leaves her unprepared for some things unable to see beyond the glamor of novelty. He stopped with an annoyed look. But I have permitted myself to be distracted from my original purpose, Colonel! A ship has, in fact, arrived under continuous-displacement drive but from Alpha Centauri!

DiFalco at once forgot everything but the implications of Variens news. It went without saying that the Raehaniv had known about the ships arrival first; their gravitic technology included grav scanners, capable of realtime detection over interplanetary distances due to gravitys instantaneous propagation. They could detect a ships emergence from a displacement pointalthough the scanner, being directional, had to be trained on the displacement point at precisely the right time. And the continuous-displacement drive, with its ongoing series of intense grav pulses, showed up like the proverbial sore thumb. Both were, of course, undetectable by any instrument known to Earths science. (He recalled, with a flash of amusement, the we-are-alone types in the last century who had made much of the absence of visible Bussard ramjet exhausts in the skies between the stars.)

Alpha Centauri, he repeated. So it can only be

 the remaining picket ship from Tareil, Varien finished for him. Which was under orders to abandon its station and come here under one and only one set of circumstances. I fear, Colonel, that that ship brings news that transcends our personal concernseven our concern for Aelanni.





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Naeriy zhoTroilaen was young for a ship captain, but she had aged quickly of late. That was clear as she told her story in the briefing room of Variens ship. (It still bothered DiFalco that the Raehaniv ships lacked names; the custom had never arisen among them. Wasnt it supposed to be bad luck?)

The Korvaasha began routine surveying almost as soon as they had settled into their occupation of Raehan. It seems they didnt trust the official records, taking for granted that our government must have been keeping secrets. At any rate, it was sheer chance that one of their ships blundered onto the fourth displacement point. We stepped our power output down to miminal life-support levels and waited them out. After they departed, we powered up and transitedthey had no reason to have a grav scanner trained on the displacement point by then. We then, she finished anticlimactically, proceeded here.

Varien slowly rose and faced the Terransmost of the original members of the cabal. The Raehaniv in the room already knew, and their expressions made clear their understanding of the implications.

We are undone, he said in a voice of ash. The Korvaasha now know of the Lirauva Chainwe must assume that they have already begun to explore it. Our base at Alpha Centauri has been obliterated Naeriy nodded in confirmationso even when they reach it they will have no certain knowledge that we have been there. But they will, at a minimum, mount a heavy guard on Tareils fourth warp point, and garrison the systems between Tareil and Alpha Centauri as quickly as they can survey them, merely as a matter of routine procedure. His dark eyes held all of theirs as he spoke the doom of all their hopes. We can no longer enter the Tareil system from an unsuspected displacement point, which has been the basis of our plans from the beginning. We would have to assault a defended displacement pointhopeless in itself without overwhelming numerical superiorityafter fighting our way through several intervening systems. His concentration seemed to waver, and when he resumed it was with a vague bewilderment that, in him, was shocking. I never dreamed that the Korvaasha would discover the fourth displacement point so soon their instrumentation is so unsophisticated well, they have had centuries of experience in surveying

Wait a minute, Varien, George Traylor interrupted, brow furrowed with thought. Okay, so we cant follow the, uh, Lirauva Chain to Tareil. But even if we cant do it the easy way, via displacement points, cant we still do it the hard way?

What do you mean? Varien barely sounded interested.

Well, why cant we take your continuous-displacement drive all the way back to Tareil? I know its a long way. But we could enter the Tareil system from nowhere near any displacement point!

Thatd shake em up! Levinson leaned forward, dark eyes snapping.

Dont be absurd! All at once, Varien was his old, fortunately inimitable self, and once again DiFalco was surprised at his own relief.  A long way indeed! It is, in point of fact, a thousand of your light-years! At the maximum speed of which most of our ships are capable, that means a journey of

 almost twenty years. And since were not talking about real velocity, theres no time dilation effect. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Traylor did not take well to being patronized, which made for problems in dealing with Varien. But you Raehaniv are way ahead of us in cryogenic suspension; you can actually freeze the metabolism altogether, not just slow it down. Maybe we could spend most of the trip frozen, and man the ships in shifts!

Varien took a deep breath. Permit me to elucidate certain facts. First, the suspended-animation techniques to which you refer involve substantial risks. If the subject is to have an acceptable chance of safe revival, an extensive array of equipment is needed. We have very little of such equipment, never having needed it except in rare medical emergencies. Even if it is practical for us to build more of itas to which I would have to consult with medical expertssuch a project would make our departure deadline even more unrealistic than it is already proving to be.

Secondly, as a practical matter the journey would take far, far more than twenty years. You must understand that the continuous-displacement drive, involving millions of intense gravitic pulses per second, requires enormous amounts of power, even on the standards of our technology. To make the concept workable, I had to develop a special type of fusion reactor, which attains an unprecedented output-to-volume ratio at the expense of fuel efficiency. It consumes hydrogen at a rate which necessitates frequent refuelingmost of our ships can only sustain continuous-displacement drive for thirty or forty light years. Fortunately, the refueling requires no special facilities; we can skim hydrogen from the atmospheres of gas-giant planets and process it into useable form, using the same techniques with which we obtain reaction mass for our fusion drives. But it takes time! And we could not proceed in a straight line; we would have to leapfrog is the expression, I believe, from one hopefully planet-bearing star to another.

They were silent. They had all known, in the abstract, what an energy hog the continuous-displacement drive was, but they hadnt thought through the implications. There had been no need tothe drive merely had to get them to Alpha Centauri!

No one even suggested collecting hydrogen from the interstellar medium en route with the electromagnetic ramscoops so beloved of twentieth-century science fiction writers; such a thing was still beyond Earths engineering capabilities, and the Raehaniv had never developed it. Besides, as Varien was overly given to pointing out, the continuous-displacement drive, with its ongoing series of quantum jumps, imparted no actual velocity beyond what the ship already possessed at the time it engaged the drive. A ramscoop would require near-relativistic velocities.

Thirdly, we would not even know what star to set our course for. Varien saw the surprise on his Terran listeners faces. Oh, you didnt know that? Well, weve never had to locate Tareil in the skyits just one of the countless millions of small main-sequence stars roughly a thousand light-years from this one. In fact, that realspace distance, like its approximate bearing, is only an estimate we arrived at using the positions of certain identifiable supergiant stars as seen from here and from Tareilan intellectual game of no practical value, since we travel between here and there using displacement transitions.

Finally, Varien continued in a voice whose despair could no longer be masked by annoyance, the whole idea is fundamentally impractical. It is beyond belief that shipsespecially improvised ships using hybrid technologycould endure over twenty years of continuous-displacement flight, stopping and starting thirty or more times, without suffering breakdowns. No engineer would take such a notion seriously. Traylors expression confirmed it. No, I fear we must relinquish our hopes and begin to consider what other alternatives are open to us.

DiFalco and the other Terrans sat, stunned. However initiating Varien could be, he had become more and more their oracle, with his knowledge of things far beyond Earths horizons. If he had indeed abandoned hope, then what hope was there? And none of his other alternatives could be pleasant ones for them, who had effectively burned whatever bridges were not being burned for them on Earth.

Varien seemed to sense it, for when he spoke it was with an odd gentleness. You of Earthno, of RAMPhave committed yourselves to this enterprise on the strength of my promises, my schemes, and my hopes. I fully recognize my responsibility to you, and you may rest assured that whatever plans we Raehaniv make will take that responsibility into account

All at once, a computer that had never been taught manners cut in with a stream of Raehaniv that seemed to come from the middle of the air. The effect was electrifying; Varien, suddenly agitated, snapped out a series of queries to which the computer responded in its precise way, while the other Raehaniv sprang to their feet in an incomprehensible babble of excitement. DiFalco cursed himself for not having learned more Raehanivthere had never been a pressing need, as all the Raehaniv knew English. He had picked up some, of course, but even people like Rosen who were approaching fluency in it were baffled by this rapid-fire exchange.

Varien finished with what was clearly a command to the computer and then turned to the Terrans, switching to English. Your pardon. The ships computer, which has had standing orders to maintain gravitic scanner coverage of the appropriate region of space, reports a ships arrival, under continuous-displacement drive, from the direction of Altair!

A storm of exclamations and questions followed, but DiFalco heard nothing after Variens final word.





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We detected Altairs two displacement points almost immediately after our arrival. So I decided to test out the experimental devices for predicting the realspace direction of a displacement points terminus.

Aelanni was addressing a briefing room that was full to capacitypredominantly with Raehaniv, but also as many Terrans as could manage to be there for the tale of her adventures. All of them knew, or had been told, that heretofore the only way to find out where you would arrive after transiting an unfamiliar displacement point was to actually do it. Now it was possible to infer the bearing of your destination in advance, and the more experienced Raehaniv space captains were already being heard to mutter that the younger generation had it soft.

The results for one of the displacement points were inconclusive, she continued. But the second one provided unambiguous readings: the displacement chain clearly led in the direction of Raehaniv-explored space!

I therefore decided to take Pathfinder through and confirm these findings. She gave Varien the kind of apologetic/embarrassed/defiant look with which a teenage daughter presents her father with the fait accompli of an unconventional hairstyle that she knows he doesnt like. And, for a fact, Varien didnt like the way the younger Raehaniv were starting to bestow names on their ships in the Terran fashion. His expression showed it as he sat in the front row beside DiFalco, two men united in their mixed emotions.

Why the hell didnt you come back and report this instead of charging through on your own? Difalco blurted out. I we were worried sick! Of all the He could not continue. He could only look at her, lovely and strong, a living dark-red flame, eyes gleaming as if with the reflected light of suns they alone had seen. He was absolutely furious with her. And he loved her as he had never loved her before, as he had never imagined it was possible to love anyone.

She smiled at him, but answered in precisely the tone one would use to address a senior officer of an allied power. I judged that to be an impractical course of action, Colonel. Even if I had returned immediately, and even if another ship could have been dispatched without delay on my arrival, simple arithmetic shows that that ship would barely have been able to go to Altair and return here in time for our scheduled departure date. It would have had no time for any extensive displacement-point exploration. The fact that Pathfinder was already on the scene gave us a priceless opportunity to investigate a highly relevant new datum.

DiFalco had no answer. He and Varien subsided as one, exchanging a rueful glance of shared futility.

We transited the displacement point, Aelanni resumed, and emerged in the vicinity of a young type Fiiv subgiantshe used Terran stellar classifications for the benefit of her American and Russian listeners as she indicated a light in the holographic display generated by the ships computer from data downloaded from Pathfinderwhich proved to be almost three hundred light-years closer to Raehaniv space, and which possessed three displacement points. Using the new instrumentation, we chose the most likely of them, and transited to a red giant white dwarf binary which seemed no closer to Tareil than the previous star, though at a significantly different bearing from it. This, and the fact that the binary possessed no planetary bodies suitable for refueling caused us to seriously consider turning back. However, we still had enough reaction mass to cross the binary system to its other displacement point.

Varien could no longer contain himself. And what if the next system had had no gas giant planet from which to obtain more reaction mass? How, pray tell, would you have gotten back?

That, she admitted thoughtfully, might have presented a problem. But, she hurried on before her father could have a stroke, inasmuch as the vast majority of stars seem to be accompanied by gas giants, the commonest type of planet by far, I deemed the risk to be an acceptable one. At any rate, we transiteda white light obligingly flashed along the string of pale-blue luminescence indicating the final displacement connection of what was already being called the Altair Chainto find ourselves in a G0v system with only the one displacement point. We were able to determine that this system is only ten light-years from Seivra in real-space. As the Raehaniv all began to talk at once, she explained to the Terrans. Seivra is a system without habitable planets. It has been known to us for some time because it is only one displacement connection from Tareil. In fact, it is separated from Tareil in realspace by little more than one hundred light-years. As they sat absorbing the implications, she continued to the room at large. What is more, the star has a life-bearing planet. The ecosystem is a rather young one, and the planet is less than comfortable for us but we can live there!

The hubbub rose in volume, then began to subside as DiFalco stood up and turned to face the crowd. He waited until he had silence.

I think, people, that what weve just heard knocks our earlier gloom and doom into a cocked hat. Most of the Raehaniv had never heard the expression, but they caught his meaning. The front door to Tareil may be closed to us now, but Aelanni has given us a way of entering through the back door!

Varien also rose, and faced the American. If I understand what you are suggesting, Colonel He shook his head uncertainly. Remember, weve already come to the conclusion that we cant be fully ready by our departure date, and that we will therefore need the help of the Raehaniv resistance fleet in the Tareil system. There would be no such help awaiting us in an uninhabited system.

No, there wouldnt. Wed have to make our own help. DiFalco swung around as he spoke, facing everyone in turn, and his voice gradually rose in volume. When Moving Day for Phoenix arrivesless than three months from nowthats the end of the Project. Well have to depart this system. Thats the inflexible deadline weve been up against from the beginning. We can depart under continuous-displacement drive then, taking as much of our industrial plant as possible depart for Altair, not for Alpha Centauri! Once weve transited the Altair Chain and established ourselves on this new planet, well be able to complete our preparations. Oh, yes, well have to do it on our own; well be isolated like no other group of human beings, Terran or Raehaniv, has ever been isolated before. But we wont have a rigid deadline to work against! We can take however long the job requires. I say we can do it! Traylor nodded slowly, and some of his Raehaniv counterparts began to do likewise.

DiFalco turned back to Varien. Can you suggest any viable alternative? The question could have been belligerent, but it wasnt; it was asked in a tone that was oddly deferential.

The old Raehaniv gazed at him for a long moment. Then he smiled, and spoke almost inaudibly. No, I cannot. He sat down, and a few in the room dimly sensed that a change of command had occured, as surely as the one that had accompanied Kurganovs departure, for all that it had required no honor guards or music.





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I still wish youd come straight back! The risk !

Aelanni gave him her impish smile. And if I had, where would we all be now?

Dont confuse the issue with facts! DiFalco grinned at her like an idiothe suspected he had been doing that a lot, of lateas she stood in the starlight of the wide viewport outside Liberators engineering spaces, which had become a special place for them. (Varien had, with much grumbling, granted his crews petition to name the ship. The name was really Arhaelieth, but English translations were more and more widely used.) On an impulse, he reached out and brushed a lock of hair away from her forehead, emphasizing her hairlineit came to the sharp widows peak that characterized far more Raehaniv than Terrans, one of the little differences of degree that kept popping up whenever one began to forget that the two races had spent at least thirty-two thousand years a light-millennium apart. She flinched slightly at the physical contact that was still less than entirely natural to her, then relaxed, her smile softening.

I missed you, he said, silently cursing himself for banality.

And I you. She paused, then continued hesitantly but irrevocably. I knew what father was up to when he sent me to Altair. And I could understand his reasons, and even share them to some degree, for I was frightened of what was happening. So part of me kept hoping that his plan would work. But it didnt. And that part of me, that frightened part it isnt here anymore. I left it somewhere out beyond Altair.

With utmost gentleness, they came into each others arms. Through the armorplast, the stars continued to gleam, unnoticed.





CHAPTER EIGHT




Moving Day arrived.

Phoenix was, despite everything, ready to move out of its immemorial orbit and swing into the sunward course that would bring it into collision with Mars. Ballistic calculations of incredible sophistication and complexity had been required to assure that the two bodies would arrive at the same place at the same time. Planning of nearly equal subtlety had assured that the relatively few remaining personnel to whom the conspiracy had not been revealed, and they alone, were at the small observation station near Phoenixas near as would be reasonably safe when the mammoth fusion drive was ignited. They, of course, knew that everyone else was aboard the various ships to observe the event from other vantage points while they handled the ongoing transmission to Earth.

There were, of course, a few exceptions





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Major Levinson and Sergeant Thompson walked briskly along the curving corridor in Phoenix Prime. On their approach, Corporal Ramirez came to attention at his post outside Computer Central.

As you were, Corporal, Levinson acknowledged. Sergeant Thompson and I need access.

Certainly, sir. Ramirez indicated the retinal scanner beside the hatch.

You go first, Sergeant, the Space Force major said offhandedly. I just remembered something I need to check. He set his briefcase on a ledge projecting from the bulkhead and unlocked it with a snap.

Aye aye, sir. Thompson moved to the scanlock, Ramirez turning to watch him and therefore missing the object that Levinson drew from the briefcase. It consisted of a small box with a pistollike grip and, extending from what seemed to be the front end, a translucent probe surrounded by metallic rings that tapered to smaller and smaller diameters toward the tip. Holding it like the pistol that it resembled in size and overall shape, Levinson aimed it at the corporals back.

Suddenly, Thompsons face lost all expression, and he crumpled silently to the deck. Ramirez, momentarily paralyzed by the sheer unexpectedness of the sergeants collapse, began to open his mouth just as Levinson pressed a firing stud, producing no visible effect and only a faint whining sound. But Ramirez fell unconscious, in the odd way things fall under the Coriolis force of a spin habitat.

Bravo, Sergeant, Levinson said, smiling, as Thompson got to his feet. An amazing performanceI hope everybody put on as good a show for the people were leaving behind. The world lost a great actor when you joined the Big Green Machine.

Thompson grunted skeptically. Whats amazing is that. He indicated the majors Raehaniv stunner. When I was in covert ops, there were times when I would have given my left nut for one!

Levinson couldnt argue. The thing projected ultra-high-frequency focused sound that attacked the targets nervous system, resulting in unconsciousness (lasting for hours if the zapping was done at this range) but producing no ill effects beyond a splitting headache on awakening and leaving absolutely no physical trace. He imagined there were crowd-control types who would echo the sergeants sentiments.

Without further conversation, they carried Ramirez to the airlock where he would join the other non-cleared individuals still in Phoenix Prime. They would awake to find themselves aboard a shuttle, non-functioning save for life support and the emergency transponder that would bring quick rescue from the ships now raptly observing Phoenix. And each of them would have the same memory of passing out in company with whoever was in his or her field of vision. And a mystery would be born, to dwarf that of the Mary Celeste.





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DiFalco listened to the last of the reports and, nodding in satisfaction, signed off. (Communications security was not a problem; all their ships had Raehaniv neutrino-pulse communicators now.) He swiveled his chair around to face Varien and Aelanni.

Everything appears to be in readiness. Id better get back to Andy J.

And I should return to Pathfinder, Aelanni added. DiFalco had hoped they could be side by side at the moment of departure, her clean features and darkly burnished hair silhouetted against the blazing star-fields that seemed her natural and proper backdrop. But they each had their own responsibilities. The Raehaniv lacked, or had forgotten, many of the unwritten laws that enshrined the intangible mystery of command; but they were relearning them, and Pathfinder was Aelannis ship now, beyond all possibility of argument or evasion.

Varien looked at one of them, and then the other, and smiled faintly. He had long since resigned himself to the inevitable, but DiFalco could never be absolutely sure how much was resignation and how much was secret satisfaction. The old Raehaniv was, after all this time, still awfully hard to figure out. I suppose Ill never really know where I stand, Varien. So I suppose I should stop worrying about it.

Spontaneously, they all turned to the holo tank at the center of Liberators control room, in which was displayed their fleetsuch as it was. Four Washington class cruisersAndrew Jackson, Theodore Roosevelt, Ronald Reagan, and Judith Kramerand three of their Russian Aleksandr Nevsky class counterparts, led by Boris Yeltsin. A gaggle of interplanetary personnel transports and cargo carriers which, like the military cruisers, had been equipped with Raehaniv fusion drives and continuous-displacement generators. Variens twelve survey/factory ships (variations on the same basic class as Liberator and Pathfinder) and five fast courier ships. A few thousand Terrans and a few hundred Raehaniv. The bolt they were preparing to hurl at an interstellar empire of unknowable extent and limitless resources.

Aelanni shook her head slowly. We must be crazy!

DiFalco smiled crookedly.  If we werent crazy wed all go insane. They both recognized a quote Varien from his in-depth knowledge of English and Aelanni from her in-depth knowledge of himand two left eyebrows rose in unison. He smiled more gently and explained. Jimmy Buffett. A poet of my people. Last century. Seems every generation since his death has rediscovered him. His eyes strayed to the viewscreen, from which the barely visible blue planet of his birth was absentmercifully so. For his mind had, unwillingly, free-associated from tropical beaches across ocean and steppe to a colder land and a man who would remain there despite a promise DiFalco had meant to keep.

I tried, Seryozha. I even thought I had something worked out, a couple of times. But you were right all along. There was no way. There never was.

Forgive me.

A small sun flamed into life, seeming to erupt from the asteroid Phoenixan asteroid which began to move ponderously into a new orbit, which was to be its final one.

The enormous outpouring of gamma radiation from that artificial sun (or, strictly speaking, ongoing series of suns) would have been fatal to any organic observer at close range. But remote cameras transmitted the spectacle to the people of Earth, who watched transfixed, not noticing the departure of an unsuspected fleet of vessels from another region of the asteroid belt.





DiFalco stood on Andy Js control room deck, to which he was attached by the serene one gee of Raehaniv artificial gravity, and marvelled at the inventiveness inspired by humankinds quest for comfort.

The Raehaniv vessels were designed with an aft-equals-down orientation. The bogus weight supplied by their drives served when they were accelerating sometimes too much so, when powerful accelerations were called for and the waste plasma of their fusion-powered photon drives was dumped into the exhaust, causing the flames that twentieth-century science fiction illustrators had considered essential to belch forth; the crews simply took it. In free fall, the artificial gravity fields operated in the same direction.

But Terran spacecraft were arranged otherwise. In their control rooms and spin habitats, aft meant toward the rear bulkheadnot a great problem for vessels that were usually in free fall. The ships couldnt be rebuilt from scratch, so a way had to be found to make them liveable under conditions of long-term acceleration. The application of fresh Terran perspectives to Raehaniv technology had produced the solution. Now the spin habitats no longer spun; some gravitic generators provided a down-equals-inboard orientation for them, while others compensated for whatever acceleration the ship was undergoing. It was a cumbersome, Rube Goldbergish arrangement, which the Raehaniv would never have thought of if they hadnt been faced with the problem of adapting quaint, pre-gravitic designs. But it had started Varien thinking, and now he was working hard on the software for a genuine inertial compensatorthe acceleration damper that had always eluded him. DiFalco wondered how many more unthought-of possibilities would emerge from the cross-fertilization of Raehaniv and Terran viewpoints.

For now he was content to take advantage of this one, although he and the others who passed for old-timers in the Space Force still found the absence of the familiar sensations of free fall and acceleration unsettling. It was almost comforting when the artificial gravity wavered queasilynot all the bugs were out of the systemas the drive cut off and it shifted to free-fall mode. They had reached the cold outer regions beyond the orbit of Uranus, where the continuous-displacement drive could be engaged without interference from Sols gravity well.

Colonel, Loreann zhoTrafviu said quietly from her communications console, Varien reports that all Raehaniv ships are ready to commence continuous-displacement drive. Every Terran ship had a Raehaniv gravities technician to intercede in technological realms where Americans and Russians were still newcomers, and Loreann would implement DiFalcos commands. A glance at a status board showed him that the Terran ships were likewise prepared.

Acknowledged, he spoke formally. Tell him that we will be ready as soon as the purging of our data bases is complete. Loreann spoke a liquid Raehaniv sentence, and the fleet was effectively tied into Andy J.s command net for the departure.

Major Levinson, he continued, please execute. Levinsons fingers flew over the keyboard that was still used for operations above a certain level of complexity, and blocks of data  indeed, the fact that the data had ever existed  began to vanish from the memory of Andy J.s computers. The same was happening on all the Terran ships, as it already had aboard the Raehaniv ones.

DiFalco gave a further series of terse commands, setting in motion phase after phase of the long-planned procedure. When it was over, nothing remained in the fleets data bases that could be any use in identifying, or finding, Sol. The coordinates of the displacement points in the Altair Chain remained, but they would be wiped in succession as each transit was made. All printed matter had already been sanitized.

Earths people were, unknowingly, secure in what amounted to an informational black hole. And the fleet had cast off from its last moorings, with nothing but a star to steer by: the blue-white flame of Altair, dead ahead.

But every Terran eye in the control room was on the shrunken sun in the view-aft screen, and every imagination pictured a now-invisible blue planet orbiting close to its warmth. A long moment passed before DiFalco turned to Loreann and spoke the command that sundered them from that world.

There was no sensation of motion. Indeed, there was no motion, in the true sense. But the little yellow sun in the screen began to shrink with soul-shaking rapidity.

That he could see it (and Altair, far too distant to be visibly growing in the forward viewport) was, DiFalco knew, no mystery. The ship still possessed only the velocity it had attained in its journey to the outer system  considerable, but far from relativistic. And now, making several score thousand instantaneous displacements per second, its occupants saw the outside universe as if it were a video film with that many thousands of exposures per second. And so the sun, impossibly, receeded in the screen at an apparent rate of over fifty times lightspeed without any visual distortion. The more theoretically minded among the scientists were still muttering darkly about things like causality violation.

(No, of course the displacements werent really instantaneous. As Varien never tired of pointing out, that would have required an object to be in two places at the same time. Hed just never succeeded in measuring the time elapsed. At some point, he was sure, the drives pseudo-velocity would run up against an upper limit imposed by quantum indeterminacy; but as yet there was no indication of what that limit was.)

DiFalco thought of none of these things. He looked around the control room at his fellow Americans, from whom America was receeding more swiftly than light, and knew he must say something.

Were not leaving our country, he began hesitantly. Were taking it with us! Were not leaving this! He slapped the stars and stripes on the left shoulder of his space service grays. It meant something once, and were taking with us the memory of what it meant. All were leaving behind is the bullshit! He took out his brown Ethnic Entitlements Card.

Our country made a mistake, long ago, in drawing distinctions between groups of people. Then, in the last century, we froze those distinctions into law so that we could try to atone for them by reversing them instead of simply abolishing them. Well, thats all over. From now on, among us, men and women will be judged as individualsthe way they should have been judged in the first placeand not as symbols of some historic grievance that political careerists can cash in on! He strode to the waste disposal chute and thrust in the card. It flamed for an instant as it was reduced to its components. He turned and swept the control room with his eyes.

Levinson gave DiFalco a smile that spoke volumes, and flicked his card into the chute.

Sergeant Thompson stepped slowly forward, looked DiFalco in the eye, and said, Now people will know for sure how good I am! His ebon card followed Levinsons white one into the chute.

One by one, everyone in the control room followed suit. Loreann looked away this was not her rite. When it was over, they all looked at each other with a self-consciousness that might have seemed strange, given that they had all committed, or been accessories to, offenses under American law that were far worse than the minor felony of destroying an Ethnic Entitlements Card. But this act was a symbolic one; it was their final rejection of what America had become and, by the same token, their reaffirmation of what it had once been. Everyone was silent for a moment, and then looked to the view-aft screen.

Sol had dwindled to a mere star, lost among the star-fields. They could no longer find it.





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Snow had fallen for two days, and tonight it blanketed Smolenskaya Street. Sergei Kurganov, looking skyward from the window of his third-storey apartment, could see that the clouds were finally breaking up. It must, he reflected, be a relief to the guards out there keeping watch on this window.

Like everyone else connected with the Project, he had been placed under house arrest by a government which was feeling the primordial tingle of fear in the face of unfathomable mystery. He couldnt deny that he had been treated well, under the circumstances. But now superstitious terror was beginning to shade over into vindictiveness. Some, he knew, had been tortured. He was too high-ranking for that. But soon would come the drugs from which truth could not be withheld. How sad, that courage, loyalty and friendship count for nothing in the face of mere chemistry!

Yes I have waited too long.

He turned and took a quick look around the apartment, eyes lingering on the photo of Irina as she had been, a decade and a half ago, before she had died with the child she was carrying. He squared his shoulders, strode to the display case, and took out the Nagant Model 1895G officers revolver that his great-grandfather had carried in the Great Patriotic War.

All the arrestees had, naturally, been denied weapons. But this wasnt a weapon. Of course not. It was an antique. He took out the brass cartridges which had also seemed self-evident antiques to men who were searching for caseless ammunition cassettes, and loaded the pistol. It was good to know that some things were forever unchanging like the stupidity of chekists, or whatever they were currently calling themselves.

He next took out the equally-antique silencer. As a ruleand contrary to the belief of twentieth-century television producersrevolvers could not be effectively silenced. The gas-sealing Nagant was the exception. And the guards in the corridor need not be alerted any sooner than necessary. With any luck they wouldnt know until breakfast was delivered.

Preparations completed, he returned to the window. Yes rifts were appearing in the clouds.

I shouldnt have waited so long, he thought again. It was an unwarranted risk to take. But I had to wait until the snowstorm ended and I could see the stars.

He gazed at the twinkling, ice-rimmed lights between the clouds. Altair wasnt visible, of course. That would have been too much to hope for. These paltry few stars would have to do.





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For what Varien insisted were perfectly logical reasons, displacement points occurred at great distances from giant stars. So the blue-hot inferno of Altair appeared small in viewports that were polarized to shield human eyes from a light at which they had never been meant to gaze. And the fleet had been able to approach reasonably close on continuous-displacement drive before commencing the maneuvers that would bring the ships into correct alignment for transition.

Now DiFalco stood in Andy J.s control room and reflected that the universe needed a good special-effects man. Nothing showed ahead but stars, with Altair flaming off to the side. The displacement point itself was perceptible only to Raehaniv instrumentationand even for that instrumentation it was more a matter of inference than of detection.

Aelanni, and Pathfinder, had led the way, vanishing eerily. Others had followed, and now it was Andy J.s turn. DiFalco had done his part, directing the ship into the volume of space that defined the displacement point. Now he could only turn to Loreann and give the command: Execute!

The stars wavered in the viewport as the space-distorting gravitic pulse built up. Then, too quickly to fully register on human optic nerves, they seemed to crowd together and then explode outward before settling into a serene new pattern. Simultaneously, every human felt a sensation, over almost too quickly to be felt, that something had happenedsomething outside the ordinary range of human experience in that homely subset of reality described by Newton.

DiFalco and Levinson looked at each other, shaken. Did you feel that, XO?

Levinson nodded. Yeah. It wasnt painful. It was just wrong.

One grows used to it, Loreann put in. We havent been able to account for it; the displacement has absolutely no detectable physiological effect. But everyone feels it. Evidently the ongoing small transpositions of the continuous-displacement drive are individually too slight to trigger it. And we have learned that the Korvaasha do not experience it. Varien has speculated that it may operate on the same level as psionic phenomena, a subject which is still as much an uncharted swamp to us as it is to you.

In short, he doesnt know squat about it, DiFalco grunted, obscurely pleased. He gazed out the viewport, studying the sky.

Constellations are invented by people who live at the bottom of a dense atmosphere that filters out all but the brighter stars; in deep space, they are lost among the unwinking stellar multitude in which only trained eyes can discern patterns.

DiFalco had such eyes, and even without the white sun that shone off the port bow it would have been clear to him that Andy J. lay in a new sky, rendered unrecognizeable by a transposition of three hundred light-years. Not only Sol but even Altair was invisible. And, all at once, he knew what he had only thought he had known four months earlier, when they had departed Sol: absolute severance from his home and the home of all his ancestors, the setting of all his memories.

So be it.

X.O., he said in a voice of iron, wipe the data on that displacement point from the computer. Mr. Farrell, he continued, turning to the helm, proceed in formation with Pathfinder, to this stars other displacement point.

They drove on into the void.





CHAPTER NINE




One by one, the ships flickered into existence in yet another new sky. After the last one, with its mismatched stellar pair (an intense little white dwarf whipping in a high-velocity orbit around a bloated red giant that somehow seemed bored with its antics), this one made them homesick. The distant G0v sun was very nearly the yellow-white of Sola half-shade whiter, just as it was fractionally hotter, more massive, and therefore more luminous.

And, DiFalco reflected, there was an even better reason why this system should seem like home. It was home now, at least for the immediate future, and they might as well get used to it.

Not only the sun but also its family of planets had a homelike aspect. He had studied the data from Aelannis initial survey; the planetary orbits more or less conformed to the old Titius-Bode Relation (as did those of almost all the systems on which the Raehaniv had data, which had given the Terran astrophysicists furiously to think) but were slightly more closely spaced than those of the Solar System. The fourth planet, their destination, was only 1.28 astronomical unit from its sun, putting it just beyond the outer edge of what would once have been thought to be the liquid-water zone, before the discovery of what had once been river beds on Mars had caused a rethinking of such things.

One difference was the lack of a well-defined asteroidal belt. Here, no Jupiter-sized bully of a gas giant had precluded a planets coalescence by its brutally disruptive gravity. The largest gas giant was little more massive than Saturn. It was for this planet the seventh outward from the sunthat their course was now set.

Using a giant planets gravity well as an interplanetary slingshot was not a new concept; Terrans had used it to speed their earliest unmanned probes into the outer Solar System. Computer projections of the relative positions of this systems planets at the time of their emergence fron the one local displacement point had suggested the possibility of using the technique to shorten their travel time to the fourth planet. That this system was being so obliging to its new residents seemed to DiFalco an excellent omen.

Of course, he had never heard of doing it with a fleet before. Varien and Aelanni had assured him, via communicator, that there was no theoretical difficulty involved but, to be on the cautious side, the ships would proceed one by one rather than attempting the manuever simultaneously, in formation.





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The gas giant grew rapidly until it seemed to fill the universe, banded in shades of orange and yellow, with swirling storms that could have sucked all Earth down into the deep hydrogen atmosphere under those methane/ammonia clouds. It lacked the ring system that graced many such planets, but it possessed the usual extensive family of satellites.

With its occasional, unpredicatble course corrections, this would have been a rough ride indeed without artificial gravity. As it was, Andy J.s control room crew kept to their acceleration couches as the ship began to swing around the rim of the gravity well, down which it otherwise would have fallen without hope of escape. That awesome pull would now be used, in a kind of cosmic judo, to fling them onward as it had already flung Pathfinder and Liberator.

DiFalco was thinking about the first of those ships, and its captain, when Aelannis voice came over the communicator, taut with more strain than could be accounted for by the bumpiness of the ride.

Urgent, she snapped. All ships in position to do so should train every available sensor on the third satellite!

He looked at the situation board. Yes, that satellite was in view, just above the limb of the planet. No one had thought of looking at it before; it was so ordinary, doubtless an asteroid captured from this systems relatively sparse supply of such bodies.

Why? he asked.

Just do it! Her voice was even harsher. Theres no time to explain. But I think youll understand if you look at a blowup of the imagery youre getting.

He gave the necessary orders, and Levinson entered the commands to Andy J.s computer. The ships main telescope was now slaved to the little satellite, and its image appeared, after a moment of wavering snow, on DiFalcos command screen. He gazed at it criticallya very typical specimen of such bodies, irregular in shape (unlike the larger moons, which were massive enough to, have been rounded into spherical form by their own gravity), a mere flying mountain. What had gotten Aelanni so upset?

Anything unusual about that rock, X.O. ?

Not really, Levinson replied. Pretty low density. And maybe its albedo is a little higher than predictedand getting more so as our relative motion takes us into view of its other side. Maybe something odd about its composition well have to wait a while for the spectroscopic readings. But otherwise Hey! He sat bolt upright in his acceleration couch. The albedo cant be that much higher on this side! I mean, this is almost what youd expect for worked metal His voice trailed a halt. DiFalco knew why; he had also seen that which stood revealed as the satellite rotated relative to Andy J.

Worked metal indeed and patterns that incorporated straight lines. Expanses of artificiality amid the rough surface, like the visible surface components of an installation that must occupy much of the interior.

What was that again about low density, Jeff?

No lights, though. No activity. Just an impression, as overwhelming as it was without logical foundation, of deadness.

He finally opened his mouth to say something and the maneuver was completed. Andy J. sped on toward the fourth planet, leaving enigma behind.





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No. Aelanni shook her darkly burnished head. There was absolutely no indication of life onor inthat moon. Of course we tried to communicate, but all we got was silence. And we had our full battery of sensors trained on it for as long as we were within range. If theres any power supply there, for life support or anything else, it doesnt involve fusion reactors or anything else that produces neutrinos. And passive IR confirms the impression that we all had: the entire satellite is uniformly cold. No, she repeated, that base, or whatever, is dead.

She was addressing a hastily convened meeting in Liberators lounge. It had been their first order of business after taking up orbit around Planet Four. But, by common consent, they had met not in the usual briefing room but somewhere with a viewport. DiFalcos wasnt the only gaze that kept straying to the planet which curved so majestically and invitingly below.

Mass 1.57 times Earths. Surface gravity 1.18 G. Axial inclination 37.21 degrees, augering a lively climate. And so on none of which seemed to relate in any way to the heart-stopping blue loveliness, swirling with clouds and crowned with blindingly-white polar caps, beyond the viewport. Not exactly the same blue as Earth, of coursethis planet had a somewhat denser atmosphere, and its oceans covered nearly nine tenths of its surface. But still

I last saw such a sight from Earth orbit, about to depart for Mars and then the asteroids how long ago? Not even my final memory from EarthErica crying that she didnt want me to leave, and Nicoles glare of cold resentment while pulling her away could spoil that sight! I thought surely Id see Earth, and Erica, again. Eventually, as the letters got fewer and more dutiful, I gave up on the second. But never the first.

And now

He turned back to the holographic image of that rocky little satellite that had suddenly disrupted all their calculations. The ships following Andy J. had had advance warning before they swept around the gas giant, and had been able to obtain far better imagery than Levinsons hurried efforts had produced; the computers had produced a detailed composite. Rosen was studying it dourly, while referring to a table of figures on his perscomp.

The excavations must be extensive, he said at last. In fact, the installation must take up most of the satellites interior. The average density is much lower than it should be for a body like that. Planetology was his specialty, and nobody argued with him.

The real puzzle, George Traylor rumbled, is what the hell its doing here. Who built it?

Could it be the Korvaasha? Rosen sounded skeptical even as he posed the question.

Varien, who had seemed lost in thought, looked up. Hardly. This system has only one displacement point, at the end of a displacement chain entirely unknown to them. And even if they could have gotten here, why would they have built an outpost on a gas-giant moonlet and ignored this? He waved a theatrical hand in the direction of the life-bearing planet they orbited, on which absolutely no trace of past occupancy had been observed. And finally, the mind boggles at the thought of them abandoning a system theyve occupied; it runs counter to their entire mentality.

Are we, in fact, absolutely certain that the base is abandoned? Arkady Kuropatkin sounded glum. The mind-set of the professional security officer is not an optimistic one.

Come, Arkady Semyonovich, Colonel Aleksandr Ilyich Golovko chided. He was the senior Russian officer, and thereby DiFalcos second in command. Youve heard Aelannis reasons for supposing it is. And ever since we arrived here weve had every available scanner activated at full power, and weve detected no activity of any kind in this system.

Still, Aelanni said thoughtfully, theres only one way to be absolutely sure. She looked at her father and DiFalco in turn. I want to take Pathfinder back to that gas giant and investigate the satellite in depth. This neednt delay the disembarkation here; the preliminary landings and tests can proceed while were outbound, and of course well transmit confirmation that the base is deserted as soon as possible.

Agreed, DiFalco said. With one proviso: Im coming. He turned to Golovko. Sasha, youre in charge in my absence. Well be in continuous contact. The exiles government was still an ad hoc affair. The old Management Council of RAMP had been expanded to include Raehaniv members, while the military CO continued to wield what amounted to ongoing emergency powers.

Varien wasnt a member of the Council. His position was a curious one: an advisor whose advice was always followed.

The whole thing would have to be regularized eventually, of course. But for now it seemed to work.

Varien was nodding emphatically. Yes. It is essential that we learn all we can about that base without delay. I dont take seriously the notion that it could still be occupied, or that it was ever connected with the Korvaasha. But the fact remains that it is a high-technology artifact in a system with no connection that we know of to any high-technology civilization. We can never be secure here with such a mystery in our skies!

DiFalco and Aelanni looked at each other and then at the blue planet that would have to wait a little longer.





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Rosen had been right; the satellites surface was little more than a shell around the installation through whose endless passageways they now floated, speaking in hushed voices as though in the presence of ghosts.

They had been prepared to use Raehaniv weaponry to gain access to the silent base, but that had been unnecessary. A vast spacecraft hangar deck had stood open to vacuum, and Pathfinder had maneuvered gingerly into the satellites airless interior. By then there had been no further room for doubt that the base was abandoned.

Abandoned was, in fact, prepisely the right word. There was no indication of violence or destruction, from battle or any other cause. The occupiers had simply packed up and left, stripping the base of everything moveable with single-minded tidiness and leaving it infuriatingly bare of any clues to their identity.

Some things could be inferred, though. One look at the dimensions of rooms, doors and so forth had satisfied Aelanni that the builders had not been Korvaasha; everything was too small. They must have been on the same order of size and shape as humans. And they had possessed the technology of artificial gravitythat much was clear from the installations layout. As to their other capabilities there was little evidence, save for one fact There was no sign that there had ever been any way to close the hangar decks cavernous opening, and yet various indications led the Raehaniv specialists to conclude that the deck had not been designed for airless operations. The builders must have used some kind of nonmaterial barrier that allowed space vehicles to come and go but kept air ina thing beyond Raehaniv capabilities.

And that, DiFalco thought sourly, was about all they had: inferences from negatives. They were even having to scrounge for radioactives with which to determine the installations age.

His train of thought was suddenly derailed as Aelanni, floating beside him through this wider-than-average corridor, suddenly stopped short with a burst of compressed gas from her EVA stick. Wait, Eric. The grav scanner indicates a very large empty compartment beyond this. She indicated a wall.

That the door to it, maybe? He pointed at a portal, a little further down the corridor. Like others in this sector, it evidenced attempts at ornamentationstylized fluted columns flanking it, and a kind of pediment overheadwhich were entirely lacking in the rest of the base, with its stark utilitarianism.

Lets find out. They drifted through the opening into a space so large that the helmet-lamps of their heavy-duty vac suits could not make out the walls. A short Raehaniv sentence, spoken to Aelannis implanted communicator, brought the team that had been following them with heavy lighting equipment.

Light flooded the space, large enough to have been a ballroom and clearly designed for some ceremonial function. Here was more architectural elaboration than they had yet seen, notably a series of decorative bas-relief carvings around all four walls. At first DiFalco thought they looked like infinity symbols, or figure-eights lying on their sides. Then he pushed himself forward for a closer look, and saw them for what they were.

Planets. Each was a world depicted as two hemispheres joined side-by-side, as if they had swung open at some equatorial hinge. There were no alien map-making conventions to confuse him, just obvious continental outlines.

Well, they couldnt take these with them, he observed dryly. Theyre an architectural feature. Of course

Eric, Aelanni interrupted in a voice that brought him up short. She pointed at one of the maps. His eyes followed her finger and, all at once, he saw nothing else.

After a moment, he grew aware that Aelanni was speaking quietly in Raehaniv, and he was sure that a map of Earth was being projected directly onto her vision. It doesnt seem quite right, she spoke hesitantly. Peninsulas seem fatter. Of course, its obviously a work of decorative art, and isnt necessarily intended to be a precise representation. But this . . . She indicated the Mediterraneanor, rather, where the Mediterranean ought to be.

He had already noticed. When he spoke, it was like an automaton.

Oh, its precise enoughbut not for the present era. This is what Earth looked like during the last ice age, when a lot of water was locked up in glaciers. The ocean level was lower than the straitwe call it Gibraltarat the mouth of that sea. So there were just those two big connected lakes. There were a lot of land bridges where there are straits now. Like therehe indicated the connection between Britain and the European continentand there. He pointed to a dry Bering Sea that the remote ancestors of the Cherokee had yet to crossand his skin prickled.

Eric, Aelanni spoke as if against her will, how long ago was this ice age?

He turned to face her squarely. Id say this map represents the situation around thirty thousand years ago, Aelanni.

For a long moment they looked unseeingly at each other as the implications sank home. Then, without a word, Aelanni began darting grimlyalmost desperately, it seemedfrom one of the carvings to another.

It didnt take long to find the map of Raehan.





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So thats the story?

DiFalco and Aelanni nodded in unison to Levinsons question. Yes, the woman amplified. We just finished giving the Council our full report. We have nothing to fear from that satellite. Nothing, that is, but a new set of enigmas.

Well, Levinson began hesitantly, doesnt this at least settle the paradox of two unconnected human races? Whoever built that base must have taken Palaeolithic humans, and other animals, from Earth to Raehan.

DiFalco laughed harshly. Yeah. Somebodyidentity unknownmay have done it, for some unknown and unimaginable motive. And afterwards where the hell did they go? As far as Im concerned, were just as much in the dark as before; were just more tantalized!

Anyway, he continued, for now we can table the problem. Were alone in this system, and the transfer of our population from orbit is almost complete. The Council got a lot accomplished while we were gone. He smiled. I was glad they went along with my suggestion for a name for this planet.

Right! Levinson snorted.  Terranova. Very appropriate choice!

Well, it is, DiFalco insisted, it means New Earth, which this certainly is

 and its a word that comes easily to Raehaniv-speakers. I know, I know. And of course you being ItalianOne-quarter Italian, DiFalco muttered, unheardcouldnt possibly have anything to do with it!

Of course not, DiFalco replied blandly. Aelanni smiled dutifully; child of a culture whose local languages and national identities were centuries in their graves, she was still getting used to this kind of byplay. That the Russians used not just a different language but even a different alphabet was still beyond her comprehension.

Oh well! Levinson gave a resigned sigh which turned into a yawn. Its been a long day. Im going to crash. See you two tomorrow. He walked down the hillside toward the cluster of new buildings, leaving the night to the other two.

They still hadnt adjusted to the beauty of Terranovas nights. The planetunique anong known life-bearing worlds, according to Varienpossessed a ring. It wasnt as spectacular as that of Sols Saturn, of course; just the fragments of a moonlet whose orbital decay had brought it within the planets Roche Limit. In fact, it was invisible in daylight. But on a clear night in these latitudes, it was a sparkling faery-bridge arching overhead. Both moonsneither as massive as Luna, but both closer and with higher albedoswere visible tonight, revealing a landscape of mountainous grandeur. (More massive than Earth, Terranova had a hotter interior, hence a more active geology.)

On a more prosaic level, the planets biochemistry presented few dangers to humans. They could eat the local life forms without ill effect, though several vitamins were missing; Terran and Raehaniv food crops would always be necessary as dietary supplements.

DiFalco looked at Aelannis profile in the double moonlight. She was holding up well, but like all the Raehaniv she would take longer than the Terrans to think of this world as home, if she ever could. The higher gravity, colder climate and whiter sun were little more than novelties to Terrans; to Raehaniv, bred of a warm world of deep-yellow sunlight and 0.87 G gravity, they were burdensome.

He wanted very much to speak of her high fine courage in words that would convey all that he felt but, as always, he achieved nothing but a renewed realization that he was not, and would never be, a poet. She spoke first, and it was of other thingsof the mystery that lived in the outer reaches of this system.

Do you think well ever know the answer?

I cant say, he spoke almost gruffly. All I know is that we cant worry about it now. We have too much to do, and too much depends on it.

They walked, arm in arm, toward the infant town.





CHAPTER TEN




Even in these times it was good to be home. And Tarlann, while as cosmopolitan in background as most Raehaniv, had for most of his life thought of Sarnath as home.

He had left Norellarn that morning by suborbital shuttleNorellarn, where only a tropical village had stood before the coming of the orbital tower and where todays megalopolis had no roots in the soil from which it thrust its gleaming modernity skyward. Of course, the centers of all Raehaniv metropoli were like that. And many of the older cities had fed the flames of the Fourth Global War. But Sarnath had stood for almost six thousand of Raehans years, wearing the clothes of one civilization after another (and having those clothes ripped from it by one conqueror after another); in its older districts the works of those civilizations were visible like geological strata. An apartment building that had been a luxury hotel in the last innocently manic days before the First Global War might rise from a foundation that had been the base of a temple when the Khaemiriv Empire had ruled half this continent with iron swords and built on the foundations of its own bronze-age predecessors. In the shadow of soaring towers of crystalline metal and transparent plastic, crooked old streets opened unpredictably onto plazas laid out by forgotten princelings, and eccentric bridges spanned the Lural River while aircars flitted overhead. A kind of historic erosion had worn a dozen architectures down to a curiously harmonious unity that was uniquely and recognizably Sarnathiv, giving the city the kind of character that can only come from millennia of civilized occupancy.

Sarnaths peculiar ambiance of sophisticated urban continuity, together with its economic importance, had made it the natural capital city for Raehans world government. Inevitably, it had become the focus of much of the Tareil systems financial activity. Varien, born in Trelallieu (though of mixed ancestry like nearly everyone else), had moved the headquarters of his enterprises to Sarnath when Tarlann was still a boy. It was among the narrow streets and picturesque taverns of the Old Towns university district that he had undergone the adolescent discovery (unique in all history, as it always is) that the world was not precisely as he had been led to believe as a child.

Now he was back in Old Town, walking incognitohe had always managed to keep out of the public eyealong a street which ended at a seawall overlooking the estuary of the Lural, on whose opposite shore the modern towers blocked out half the sky like a wall of faceted light. It was a fine spring nightthe seasons had returned to normal, as the planetary weather had cleansed itself of the atmospheric detritus of the Korvaash nuclear strikesand he could almost imagine himself a young man again. Almost.

Even Old Town had changed. It had not escaped the creeping squalor that seemed to be growing over all of urban Raehan like a fungus as more and more resources were diverted to feed the conquerors forced-draft heavy industries. The social fissures that were opening as real want began to encroach on Raehans lower income levels were a matter of indifference to the Korvaasha. Indeed, Tarlann often wondered if they secretly welcomed any source of divisiveness among their subjects. Even if they had never thought of it on their own, it might well have been suggested to them by those who now swaggered past in the orange coveralls of the Implementers of the Unity.

The first Raehaniv collaborationists, Tarlann reflected as he stepped aside as was required, had been motivated by classic Raehaniv rationalismor, at least, able to frame their motivations in rationalistic terms. After all, were the Korvaasha not utterly indifferent to human life? Had they not shown that the continuity of human society concerned them only insofar as that society supported the industry which now served them? And so, the argument ran, would humans not be better off under a puppet government of their own kind than under the direct rule of aliens whose language contained no such concept as mercy?

And yet, Tarlann thought as he stepped off the curb into the stinking runoff of a sewage system whose new energy allocation was more and more overloaded, the well-meaning intellectuals of the early days had been elbowed aside and pushed out by thugs like these two who strode past in such a way as to take up the entire sidewalk. The human type that had supplied the totalitarian regimes of the Global Wars era with secret policemen and concentration-camp guards had never disappeared, as people had fondly imagined after the Unification. It had merely bided its time, awaiting better days; and now it had returned to Raehan, wearing an orange coverall and restrained only by its alien masters requirement that productivity not be impaired.

He stepped back onto the sidewalk after the two Implementers had moved on, dourly contemplated the filth on his expensive shoes, and proceeded along the street toward Dormaels wineshop.

The taproom was narrow but extended far back from the street entrance. Only a few furtive customers clustered around the small tables under the low ceiling with its age-darkened beams.

Dormael approached, smiling. He had the look of the original Khaemiriv-speaking people of this city: short and stocky on Raehaniv standards, getting fat in middle age.

Ah, Tarlann! Welcome! Its been a long time.

Yes, Tarlann drawled. Ive been in Norellarn. Ghastly place. What a relief to be back in civilization! Speaking of which I trust you have, ah, entertainment tonight? His left eyebrow rose with his inflection.

Dormaels expression grew even more unctuous. But of course! Please come this way. As he turned to usher Tarlann through an inconspicuous door in the rear wall, he signalled almost imperceptibly to one of the drinkers and received an equally subtle acknowledgment.

They proceeded along a narrow, crooked corridor, Tarlanns assumed personna slipping from him as he walked. (He sometimes wondered if he overdid the languid foppishness. Not all the Implementers were stupid brutes, after all. A few of them were clever brutes.) The final doorway on the right gave access to a small, functionally furnished room. Dormael let him in, then departed without a word. As he entered, a lean middle-aged man rose from a table.

Greetings, Tarlann! You can talk; Ive been able to use my equipment freely in here, and I guarantee this room is secure.

Then its secure. Tarlann gave the forty-five-degree bow that was the equivalent of a firm and enthusiastic handclasp. I was worried, Tharuv. After your last escape well, never mind. How is Arduin?

Older and tougher. Also crazier. Everybody in the asteroids is by now. For an instant his eyes saw far beyond old Sarnath to the asteroid belt where the Free Raehaniv fleet continued to disrupt the flow of raw materials and harass the Korvaasha.

Tarlann seated himself and stared at the tabletop. You know, Ive often daydreamed about joining you out there.

Tharuv looked at him sharply. Dont talk nonsense, Tarlann! What youre doing herewhat youre in a unique position to dois far more important than playing space pirates! We couldnt function without you as our planetside contact

Yes, yes, I know. But have you ever thought of how bloodless that all is, Tharuv? His eyes held a look that would have shocked anyone who had known him in the prewar era that seemed to be receeding beyond memory, leaving people wondering if they had merely dreamed such a world. I have to sit around, playing the fool and watching them ruin Raehan, and Ive never once been able to do anything directIve never been able to strike back at them!

Tarlann stopped abruptly. He couldnt even voice his real source of frustration: the utter lack of news from his father, as the years had passed and they had learned of the Korvaashas discovery of the fourth displacement point and subsequent exploration of the Lirauva Chain. So he hadnt even been able to bury his hopesthey lingered on, undead.

But he knew that he was only fantasizing about seeking oblivion in space combat. If nothing else, there was his family to consider. And this Tharuv also knew.

Well, the Free Raehaniv officer finally said, heres something you can do to help us strike back at them: get Luraen hleNizhom offworld for us!

Tarlann looked up sharply at the name of the eminent gravitic engineer. Youre in contact with him?

Tharuv nodded, which meant the same thing to the Raehaniv that it did to most Terrans. He wants to join us. We can arrange the contact with your people. If you can provide him with a new identity and get him into space, well take it from there.

Of course, Tarlann nodded. I was just in Norellarn, greasing the people we need so that the companys passenger manifests for the orbital tower arent looked at too closely. Ill

An ear-bruising explosion shook the building, followed by a chaos of screams and shouts. Their eyes locked for an instant, before Tarlann spoke with a steadiness which pleased and surprised him.

Come on; Dormael has an emergency exit in the hallway.

Without a word, Tharuv rose to his feet and they moved toward the doorjust before it was flung open and Dormael staggered in, clutching a bleeding abdomen. Tharuv ran to him, weapon already outa laser pistol, characteristic arm of a spaceman, for whom its lack of recoil more than made up for its susceptibility to the defensive aerosols that nobody wanted to fill a closed-cycle artificial environment with anyway. The taverner had just collapsed in his arms when the Implementers appeared in the doorway, orange coveralls largely hidden by the combat dress they wore.

Tharuv dropped Dormael and got off one shot, stopped by the reflective material that made up one layer of his targets combat dress. The Implementer staggered backwards from the kinetic energy transfer, but two others railgun carbines opened up on full automatic with a horrible crackling sound as the steel needles went supersonic. Rows of tiny holes appeared in Tharuvs back, and the wall behind him was sprayed with blood. The little hypervelocity flechettes didnt knock a man over backwards; Tharuv just stood still for a fraction of a second, then blood gushed from his mouth and he collapsed. Tarlann, not even in shock yet, managed to raise his hands, palms outward.

The Implementers crowded into the room, two of them grasping Tarlann by both arms while a third searched him. An assault leader swaggered in, idly swinging a truncheon. He surveyed the room supercilliously, finally running his eyes over Tarlanns expensive clothes. He started to turn away and then, without any warning, raised his truncheon and brought it down on Tarlanns right kneecap with all his strength.

Beyond a certain level, pain overloads the nervous systems capacity to perceive it as pain. Tarlann, passing this point as he collapsed, heard as if from a great distance his own screams and the assault leaders rasping voice.

Kill the others but bring this rich piece of shit along. The Director wants to question him.





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They had given him something to dull the sickening pain, and he was able to appreciateif that was the wordthe headquarters from which Gromorgh, Director of Implementation, oversaw the subjugation of Raehan.

Whole city blocks had been demolished to make room for the fortresslike structure, so typical of Korvaash construction (you could not call it architecture) in its massive, crude, utilitarian hideousness. The inside, he decided, was even worse. No attempt had been made to ameliorate any noise, stench, inconvenience, filth, or ugliness in a structure whose perpetrators had stopped at minimum functionality.

The Korvaasha, he thought through his haze of drug-masked pain, must have been civilized once. Surely civilization was a precondition to the development of high technology. Which led him to the depressing conclusion that technology could survive the death of the civilization that had created it. Oreven more depressingperhaps this was what civilization looked like in its Korvaash manifestation.

He had little but these dreary thoughts to occupy him as he waited in a cold, dimly lit chamberbrutally massive, grimy, with bunches of power cables hanging fron the overhead against unfinished wallswith three Implementers (the assault leader and two underlings) who shuffled their feet and darted furtive glances around the home of their owners. The Implementers attitude was not doglike; they were as incapable of loyalty as they were of any other decent impulse. They felt nothing for their Korvaash masters but fear.

Suddenly, the huge door slid open with a grinding crash, and two Korvaash guards stalked in.

It was difficult to make sense of the Korvaasha at first glancealienness posed a barrier to coherent impressions. It was hard to say why; the overall designbilaterally symmetric two-armed biped, averaging a third again the height of a manwasnt fundamentally weird. Of course, part of that height was accounted for by a long thick neck, and the blocky torso itself was broad even in proportion. And the skin was thick, tough and wrinkled, in shades of gray, with no apparent hair. But it was an indescribable wrongness about every angle and proportion, and about the mechanics of movement, that gave humans the flesh-crawling sensation that the Korvaasha did not belong in the universe that, and the head. The head was the worst.

Four slits on each side of the neck performed the functions of respiration and speech. The head itselfarmored with serrated ridges of bone under skin that was unpleasantly thin on topheld a wide gash of a mouth that served only for the ingesting of food (a process that no normal human, and few abnormal ones, could watch without nausea), pulsating tympanums that served for ears on the sides, and the single eye that, while perhaps not overtly repellant, was the most deeply disturbing feature of all. It was a darkly glowing amber, with a faceting pattern that allowed for depth perception. A human was ill-advised to gaze into it for long.

But what was most instantly noticeable about the guards was not their alien physiology but the extent to which that physiology had been replaced by machinery. The Raehaniv had made a fine art of lifelike bionic replacements; the Korvaasha had never bothered. Artificial arms with built-in weapons, sense-enhancing implants, and the rest were attached obscenely to the flesh that had been chopped away to make room for them. But at least these two were only ordinary warriors, not the totally cyborgian elite of whom little that was natural remained other than the brain.

The two enhanced Korvaasha took up positions on either side of the door, and Gromorgh himself entered. The stench of fear exuded by the Implementers grew truly disgusting.

The Director of Implementation was short for a Korvaasha, and lacked any visible enhancements. But he wore around his neck the pendant that produced realtime Raehaniv translation of the wearers speech, in frequencies humans could hear rather than the inaudibly low Korvaash speech. (The Raehaniv had once thought the aliens communicated by telepathy, especially given the distance the subsonic speech carried.) Likewise, a device attached by suction to the head beside the ear-membrane enabled him to understand human speech. It was a kind of technology that had been successfully discouraged on Raehan, on the grounds that it would remove all incentive for linguistic unity.

At a gesture from the assault leader, his two subordinates grabbed Tarlann by the arms, hauled him up from the floor and slammed him to his feet. No drugs could suppress the pain that shot from his knee through his entire being; only nausea prevented him from fainting.

The assault leader stepped forward, demonstrating that it is possible to crawl in an erect posture. Director, we have brought our fellow inferior being Tarlann hleMorna as you commanded. He is

Silence. Gromorghs pendant emitted the flat, tinny speech that made him seem even more machinelike than his enhanced soldiers. His eye contemplated Tarlann. Your contacts with the feral inferior beings of the asteroid belt have long been known to us. But your death would result in more disruption and loss of productivity than we wish. Instead, you will remain in your present position, heading the enterprises you inherited when your father died.

Again Tarlann almost fainted, this time from relief. The Korvaasha still believed Varien was dead; all this had nothing to do with the Lirauva Chain, and suicide would not be necessary.

But, Gromorgh continued, in the future you will report to us on the plans of the feral inferior beings. Thus you will buy your life and theirs. He gestured with a hand whose four fingers were all mutually opposable, and two more Korvaasha entered the chamber, shoving Tarlanns wife and children in front of them.

Nissalis eyes were glazed with terror, but she clutched her son and daughter convulsively. Iaels fear warred with his early-adolescent boys pride. But Tiraena, for whom puberty still lay a couple of years in the future, was too young to understand what was happening to her; her uncomprehending fear was still tempered by wide-eyed wonder at the novel surroundings.

Daddy! she cried out, great dark eyes widening even more, and tried to run to Tarlann. Nissali, darting a terrified glance at the nearest Korvaash guard, restrained the child with desperate strength and locked eyes with her husband.

Director, Tarlann stammered, thinking furiously, the Free Rae the feral inferior beings may not trust me after seeing me emerge from this building. They will assume I am working for you

It will be your task to make them trust you, the mechanical voice cut in. I see that you need more incentive. You have not yet learned that we are to be taken seriously. He looked down at the woman and the two children. Irresistably, their gazes were drawn to that enormous eye. Tiraena looked upward and actually gave Gromorgh a tremulous little smile.

The Director made an abrupt gesture and one of the guards, moving with the speed of the bionically enhanced, grasped Tiraenas small head in his massive hands. Her scream died aborning as he wrenched her head around almost almost a full circle and her neck snapped. He dropped the small, weakly twitching corpse to the floor and, too quickly to fully register, it was over.

Tarlann, existing in a universe of horror in which time did not exist, heard Nissalis gasping sobs as she tried to form a scream that would not come, and saw Iaels eyes glaze over with shock. But mostly he heard the empty expressionlessness of Gromorghs voder, addressing the assault leader. Laerav, you may have the remains. I believe your perversions include a preference for immature females of your species and that you are not averse to the recently deceased.

The assault leader stepped forward, anticipation momentarily overcoming cravenness on his face. Little flecks of spittle appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Tarlann, moving like an automaton, tried to break away and reach toward Laerav. One of the Implementers, grinning, smashed the butt of his weapon into Tarlanns fractured knee. Tarlann crumpled to the floor and vomited, over and over.

When he was finally aware of his surroundings again, that which had been Tiraena was gone, as was Laerav. A part of what Tarlann had been was gone too. He tried to make eye contact with his wife, but there was nothing there to make contact with. Nissali was no longer there; she had taken refuge in a place where her baby was with her and the Korvaasha could not follow.

I have illustrated, came the voice from Gromorghs pendant, what should already be obvious: since the lives of individual members of our own species mean nothing to us, the lives of individual inferior beings mean less than nothing. If you do not cooperate to the full, or if you attempt any treachery, the female and the immature male will be made available to the Implementers before being butchered, and you will watch both processes.

Tarlann looked up into the face that held no more expression than the uninflected mechanical voice. When he spoke, it was with a strange calmness that came of having passed beyond all feeling except a certain curiosity.

You dont even enjoy it, do you?

Your question is without meaning. I simply do whatever is necessary to further the expansion of the Unity. It must incorporate the entire accessible physical universe into itself. This is the only imperative. Nothing else matters.

But why?

This question, too, is meaningless. When our race attained the Unity we reached the end of all such philosophical problems. The Unity settles the question of means and ends, for it is both means and end. It settles the question of good and evil, for it is neither good nor evil. It simply is. The Unity is the goal toward which all sentient life strives, however unknowingly, for through it sentience will eventually be transcendedin the absence of choice, thought itself will become unnecessary. But its guiding control can only be entrusted to our race, which brought it into existence. Your species, and all other inferior beings, can aspire to no higher destiny than to serve it in subordinate capacities.

The fundamental fallacy of your values is revealed by the fact that you allow yourselves to be intimidated and dominated by the specimens of your race that are, by the terms of those very values, the lowest: these vermin that we employ. Gromorgh gestured at the Implementers, whose cringes intensified lest they inadvertently display any resentment. This is why we use them. They will continue to keep your race terrified and submissive, so that it can better serve the Unity under our direction. Thus it will be forever.

Remove him.





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Arduin stared at the tabletop as he listened to the report, oblivious to the occasional exclamations from the others. Tharuv dead. The entire operation centering on Dormaels establishment exploded. And Tarlann ?

No one could be sure. He had been taken to Gromorghs headquarters, as had his family. Later, he had emergedalone. And there were no apparent obstacles to resuming contact with him, which was in itself suspicious.

Of course, Daeliuv was arguing, we can take advantage of the fact that we know theyre using him. We can pretend we dont know it, and feed them false information through him. Since becoming the Free Raehaniv intelligence chief, the former professor had displayed a surprising aptitude for the more devious aspects of espionage. Maybe it wasnt all that different from academic politics.

Rhylieu shit! Yarvanns outburst was characteristic, and not nearly as startling as it would have been in the old days. They had all changed; Yarvann had merely changed a little more than most. He was one of the rare Raehaniv who had actually taken to military life. The wiry little man had been the space fleets most aggressive combat officer before the fall, and one of the few officers in Arduins experience who actually managed to look right in the uniforms that had been inflicted on them. In fact, alone among them all, he still wore themor, at least, his own flamboyant versions, complete with a brace of custom-made laser pistols. In a historical drama, or a space-pirates fantasy, nobody would have believed him. But as a combat commander he was still in a class by himself.

I know Tarlann, he was saying, and hell never betray us! What we need to be thinking about now is reprisals! If we dont keep the initiative, the mneisafv-fuckers will think theyve shocked us into immobility. Its time to activate our plan for hitting one of the big mining stations here in the asteroids.

Daeliuv ignored all of Yarvanns speech except the first part. He would not wittingly betray us, granted. But

Youre all forgetting something. Arduins flat voice came abruptly from the head of the table. Youre forgetting what Tarlann knows.

There was a shocked silence. All of these people knew the truth about VarienArduin had had to reveal it, to give them a gleam of hope. And they had forgotten it. It had become easier and easier to forget as the years had passed with no sign of the old man and the allies he had gone to seek. But now they remembered that Tarlann knew it too which meant that the Korvaasha might now know it.

But their silence also said that it probably didnt matter very much. None of them really expected Varien to ever return, whatever had happened to him and the others at Landaen. They hadnt expected it since the day they had learned of the Korvaash discovery of the Lirauva Chain, for they knew full well what that meant for Variens schemes. There would be no relieving fleet for them to aid. They fought on simply because, knowing what was happening to their homeworld, they could not do otherwise. They could continue the struggle for a long time, but not forever. Sooner or later, the Korvaasha would wear them down and starve them out. And eventually the Korvaasha would stumble onto the secret of the continuous-displacement drive, whether or not Tarlann had already revealed to them its basic principle.

Arduin was silent, his face like stone. But inwardly he weptfor Raehan, for the Landaeniv (or whatever they called themselves), for all humanity.





CHAPTER ELEVEN




Liberator floated in high Terranova orbit, the picture of lordly serenityor so it seemed to DiFalco, viewing it from the safe remoteness of Kurganov Station. Any time now

There! A series of flashes awoke against the blackness of space off to one side of the Raehaniv ship, without apparent cause. Squinting, DiFalco thought he could make out a certain wavering of the starlight behind the area where the lights were blossoming, as if something odd were being done to space there as, indeed, it was.

He became aware of Aelanni stepping up beside him and gazing intently at the viewscreen. Well, she breathed, so far so good. Now for Phase Two. Very little of her Raehaniv accent remained.

DiFalco had barely nodded when a different sort of light show erupted off Liberators other flank. Rippling flame like sheet lightning seemed to corruscate in space, the same distance from the ships skin as the flashes had been. Then, abruptly, the fun was over.

Aelanni made inquiries of the stations main computer, then seemed to focus on a point in midair as she consulted her neural data display. Then she turned to DiFalco with the smile that still excited him after how long? Nearly seven Earth-years since he had first set eyes on her while picking himself up from a deck equipped with the manmade gravity that had turned out to be only the first of many miracles.

Its definite, she announced. The deflectors performed almost up to theoretical predictions, against both railguns and particle accelerators. We can tell father and the others that they havent been wasting their time after all.

It had started with the mysterious abandoned base that continued to haunt their thoughts from the darkness of the outer system. Varien hadnt been able to get those wide-open hangar spaces out of his mindhow could such a thing ever have been workable? Others had wondered as well, including Terrans who were too new to gravities to be aware of all the things the Raehaniv knew were impossible. Their speculations had caused Varien to exceed even his usual capacity for condescension and then to think even harder. He had brought the Terrans into contact with Raehaniv specialists, who had begun by ridiculing and ended by refining.

The end result was the series of generators aboard Liberator, which projected (to a very short range) a disc-shaped zone of force that deflected incoming objects with a force proportional to their own kinetic energy. Very fast-moving ones were generally incinerated by the heat of their own shedded energy. Lasers, made up of photons which lacked mass but possessed momentum and energy (the Raehaniv had confirmed the Terrans current tendency to abandon the notion that they had relativistic mass though no rest mass; zero times infinity is still zero) were made to red-shift, becoming less destructive.

Varien believed the ancient builders had been able to fine-tune the effect to prevent the passage of air molecules while allowing large solid objects like vehicles and personnel to come and go as long as they did it slowly, and had used this capability to fashion the perfect airlock. This still eluded himbut even the admittedly crude applications that he had achieved held potential for fending off attacks that were only now being appreciated.

Of course, Aelanni cautioned, we have to bear in mind that this isnt a realistic test. The technicians aboard Liberator knew exactly when, and from what bearing, those attacks were coming, so they could put out their deflectors in advance.

Yeah. It would be nice to be able to travel around inside a permanent bubble-shaped deflection field. But the effect doesnt work that wayand even if it did, the generators use too much power to just leave em switched on all the time. In actual combat, itll be a guessing game. Still

Thoughtfully, they turned away from the screen and walked across the control center to the wide viewport. Kurganov Station had grown from the nucleus of one of Variens factory ships, and now it sat like a spider at the center of a vast web of construction and refitting work that drifted in silent majesty in low Terranova orbit. The panorama beyond the curving wall of transparent plastic had never lost its power to raise DiFalcos spirits.

It might have seemed incredible that their small band could have wrought so much in so short a time. But Varien had brought with him the capacity to produce all the essentials of Raehaniv industry. Once established, that industry had grown by geometric progression, with machines making machines. Their only real limiting factor had been the shortage of raw materials outside planetary gravity wells, in this system that lacked a resource-laden asteroid belt like Sols. But Terranovas active geology had left its many mountainous regions rich in accessible heavy elements. Those riches had to be lifted into orbitbut with Raehaniv shuttles whose atmospheric drives manipulated the planets gravity into a force that pushed them to a significant altitude and speed before their fusion drives nad to take over, this became workable.

After a few moments they spontaneously turned and faced each other, losing themselves for the moment in common memories. Soon after landing on Terranova they had been married according to the forms of the austere Raehaniv tradition, to the music of Variens muttering. And they had shortly settled for all time the question of whether the humanity of Earth and Raehan belonged to the same species. Jason hleMorna DiFalco (a name to which Varien was still far from reconciled, although he doted on his grandson whenever he thought no one was looking) was now in his fourth Earth year, an age at which he had other things on his mind than the distinction of being the first Terran-Raehaniv child. He had not been the last.

Rememberance caused them to notice, as they usually did not, the changes wrought by the years. DiFalcos hair was as thick as ever, but it was now iron-gray, shading to nearly white at the temples. Terranovas ultraviolet-rich sun had darkened his skin to a mahogany tone that was different from Aelannis dark reddish copper, and drawn squint-lines at the outer corners of his eyes. Aelanni showed fewer visible signs of ageingprovided from birth with the best that Raehaniv medical science could offer, she had a life expectancy of over a hundred twenty-five Earth years. (Her prospect of lengthy widowhood had been a source of soul-searching for them, and of grumbling for Varien. Both had been overcome, partly by the argument that they couldnt count on living to peaceful old age anyway.)

The moment passed, and Aelanni spoke briskly. Well, lets return planetside. I want to tell father personally. We can start retrofitting the ships with deflectors, after which Eric, it may be that were ready! Their drop shuttle had only just landed when a second one swept in from the south and settled down onto its yielding landing jacks. It was different from theirs, armed and armored, and a squad of heavily-equipped infantry emerged from its wide hatches, just back from the latest of the gruelling exercises laid on by Sergeant Thompson (now Major Thompson, by grace of one of what Difalco continued to insist to everyoneincluding himselfwere temporary field promotions under extraordinary emergency circumstances).

It was clear to everyone that their attempt to liberate Raehan would not necessarily be resolved in the clean, remote abstractness of space warthe only kind of war the Raehaniv had experienced in fighting the Korvaasha. A ground-combat capability would probably be needed. So Thompson had set himself grimly to the task of creating one from his own U. S. Marine detachments, their Russian counterparts, and whatever promising recruits he had been able to harvest from the Raehaniv and the upcoming generation of Terrans. He had welded them all into a single organization and trained them exhaustively. But to arm them with weapons fit to face the Korvaasha he had had to turn to Miralann and his beloved historical databases.

Stepping from their shuttle, DiFalco and Aelanni waved to the Raehaniv linguist, who was watching the return of the assault shuttle from the edge of the landing area. Miralann waved back and approached through a cloud of dust stirred up by the odd things the shuttles grav repulsors did to molecular motion. He wasnt as plump as he had beenyears under Terranovas high gravity had seen to that. Like all the Raehaniv, he had a toughened, pared-down-to-essentials look. But his air of absent-minded geniality remained.

Hi, Miralann, DiFalco greeted him. From the smile on your face, I assume all the bugs are out of the infantry equipment.

Most of them, Miralann allowed. His exhaustive libraryportable, given the density at which the Raehaniv could store datahad yielded the specs from which the infantry weaponry of the Fourth Global War had been resurrected. Thompson had been reluctant to give up his tried-and-true M22, with its solidly reassuring old 2030s technology. Then he had seen a demonstration of what the Raehaniv had been using on each other five hundred years before.

It still amazes me, DiFalco admitted, that you people had all this stuff that far back.

Remember, Miralann said, at the time of the Fourth Global War we were almost as advanced as we are now, with the exception of artificial gravity; technological change was frozen after that.

If our history is any indication, DiFalco mused, all those total wars must have been a stimulus to technological advancement, with governments subsidizing R&D.

Oh, yes. In fact, now that Ive had time to study your history in depth, I can see clear parallels with ours. Miralann warmed to his subject as he watched a second assault shuttle approach. The First Global War was fought on a technological level somewhere between your two World Wars; it was as though World War I had been postponed until around your year 1925. The explosion, when it came, was correspondingly more destructive.

By the time it was over, the scientific groundwork had been laid for a whole new order of weaponryincluding fission and fission-triggered fusion bombs. The Second Global War was rather like the war that was expected to break out in the nineteen fifties between your people and the Russians would have been. We could have destroyed our civilization then, but mutual fear prevented widespread strategic use of nuclear weapons. Still, it was devastating. By the time the Third Global War began, we were at a somewhat more advanced level than that of your Operation Desert Stormbut we were also at the end of an arms race without parallel in your history. Very extensive orbital anti-ballistic-missile defenses were in place, and they probably saved our world. But by the end of the war, clean laser-detonated fusion devices were available, and they were employed tactically under the terms of a strict though unacknowledged code.

Miralann paused to watch the new assault shuttle land. It was a design variant on the first one, and the hatches in its flanks were a different configuration.

It was a long time before we had recovered sufficiently to fight the Fourth Global War, he resumed. It started in space, but before it was over a quarter of our planetary population was dead. Hardly surprising; by then we had all the weaponry youve seenincluding those. He gestured at the grounded shuttle, from whose open hatches the first of the armored titans had just emerged.

I remember reading, Miralann went on somberly, that in the aftershock of World War I your people were haunted by the image of thousands of men advancing across open fields of mud to be mowed down by autoloading machine guns. Since the Fourth Global War, our culture has had a comparable nightmare image: infantry in powered combat armor smashing its way through devastated cityscapes.

DiFalco could believe it. He had checked out in the three-meter exoskeletal suits (if something you had to climb into as opposed to putting it on could be called a suit) and found that he had an aptitude for their operation. The myoelectric muscles reproduced the wearer/operators movements with a strength far beyond his own, and the armor gave a sense of invulnerability which wasnt entirely illusion as far as infantry weapons were concerned. And as for the integral weaponry, and that which could be carried !

DiFalco saw the twinkle in Aelannis eye, and spoke wryly. Yeah, I know: these high jinks arent my job. Whenever Im in danger of forgetting that, Thompson just loves to remind me!

As if to prove the old adage about the consequences of talking of the Devil, one of the powered suits walked over with the gait that seemed so ponderous (though DiFalco had run in one). The viewplate rose with a quiet hum, revealing Thompsons face. He flipped his plasma gun up to a casual salute; his unaided strength couldnt have lifted it from the ground.

Welcome back, Skipper! Good news from the orbital tests?

Yes, you might say that. Why dont you get cleaned up and come on over to the HQ building? Ill tell you all about it, and I want to hear about todays exercises. We may be getting close to the real thing at last.





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Im the first to admit it, George Traylor was saying earnestly. Some of my attempts havent exactly panned out. But try this!

They had gotten agriculture started early on Terranova, with the stocks they had previously used for Terraforming research plus those that Varien had brought, resulting in an introduced ecology that was a melange of Earth and Raehan. After it was established, Traylor had been able to resume his hobby with fanatical dedication.

So it was that DiFalco now sat sipping homebrew alenot the same thing as the beer, and entirely different from the mead, as George insisted at mind-numbing length. The Raehaniv, wine snobs all, had by now achieved something quite drinkable from their worlds analogue of grapes. Of course they didnt think it was drinkable, and could explain why with a profusion of oenological arcana that would have reduced the French to a state of cowed submission. But they drank it anyway, and DiFalco wished he could join them instead of fulfilling his social obligations by drinking Georges latest effort and not telling him that it tasted like fermented cat piss.

Jeff Levinsonhe should only fry in Hell! approached with a wineglass and a satisfied expression. Traylor screwed up his face. How can you stand to drink that stuff, Jeff?

Well, Levinson drawled complacently, admittedly its not kosher. But, then, neither am I. He looked around at the small gathering. Everyone had agreed that a get-together to celebrate the successful testing of the deflector was in order. And as it was a fine early-fall afternoon, with none of the biting cold that winter would soon bring, what better place than here on the hillslope outside the HQ building, overlooking the town of New Phoenix and the mountain range beyond it? Of course, they wouldnt have much timethe afternoon of Terranovas 18.9 hour day never lasted long, and the days were getting shorter. But for now the westering sun warmed them and the view was unbeatable.

Levinson sat down, took a sip, and leaned forward to face DiFalco, eagerness awakening. Well, whats the word? If, like Varien says, getting deflector generators installed in all our ships should only take four monthsthey still thought in the Terran units then can we maybe set a date to take Seivra?

Nearby conversations quieted as people listened for DiFalcos reply.

He sighed, and made no attempt to lower his voice. I think well have to. By then well be as ready as were ever going to be; and while we have no knowledge of whats happening on Raehan, we sure as hell dont want it to go on happening any longer than absolutely necessary. But our basic problem is unchanged. Hopefully the deflectors will help us overcome it.

The sky remained crystal-clear, but it was a though a cloud had passed over the gathering. They all knew what the basic problem wasindeed, they were too familiar with it to need holographic star-displays to visualize it.

Two and a half months away by continuous-displacement drive at the best speed most of their ships could make was Seivra, a red dwarf system with no life-bearing planets and only a small Korvaash garrison. Even before the deflector had proved out, they had been confident they could take it, attacking from nowhere near either of the system s two displacement points. But after that ?

One of Seivras displacement points gave instantaneous access to one of Tareils. But the first rule of interstellar war was that you didnt even try to attack through a defended displacement point without overwhelming numerical superiority and a willingness to take hideous casualties. They had neither and in the Tareil system the Korvaasha would be the defenders. Of course, they could proceed directly to Tareil by continuous-displacement drivea hundred of Earths light-years from Terranova, nearly as far from Seivra, either way a journey for their fighting ships of over two years plus whatever time at least three enroute refuelings would take.

There seemed only one alternative: smash the Korvaasha at Seivra as quickly as possible and, without even pausing to repair their battle damage, roar across the system to the Tareil displacement point and transit it at once, praying all the while that the Korvaash occupiers of Raehan hadnt had time to prepare a defense. But they all knew how unlikely that was.

It was standard Korvaash procedure to keep at least one small picket ship on station at every displacement point in their empire, for the rapid transmission of urgent messages. One of the little craft would transit to the next system along the displacement chain, immediately broadcast its tidings, and another messenger would depart through another displacement point. The Seivra pickets, seeing the system being overrun by unknown attackers from out of nowhere, would surely depart for Tareil at once with tidings of impending attack.

They had gone over it a thousand times, always coming back to the same dilemma. A moments silence was all it now took for them to come back around to it once again. Levinson, knowing they had, spoke without preamble.

Well, we could detail a small detachment of ships to proceed by continuous-displacement drive to the vicinity of the Tareil displacement point and hit the pickets at the same time the rest of us are taking on the main Korvaash base, before they know whats going on He trailed to a halt. They had been over this, too. Sasha Golovko spoke the conclusions they had already reached.

Yes, but can we be sure of getting the picket, or pickets, before one of them can transit? I doubt it. And even if we do sail unmolested out of an undefended displacement point into the Tareil system, well have to face a vastly superior Korvaash fleet in open battle there, too deep in Tareils gravity well to use continuous-displacement drive, and with our reaction mass depleted by the dash across the Seivra system.

The silence returned. The air began to take on a chill.

We have no choice, DiFalco finally said. Well always be able to think of reasonsno, excusesfor delaying. But the longer we wait, the more firmly established the Korvaasha are going to get on Raehan, and the harder itll be to get them off it. Well just have to shoot the displacement transit as fast as possible, or a little more so, and hope that the deflectors plus the overall Raehaniv technological superiority give us the edge we need. Well

One moment.

The quiet voice from off to one side stopped DiFalco in mid-sentence, and caused every head to turn to where Varien sat under one of the trees that were the evolutionary equivalent of Earthly conifers but looked altogether different. At the precise moment when he had their maximum attention, he rose and walked slowly to the center of the gathering. Spontaneously, they all formed a ragged circle around him. When he spoke, it was in the same mild tone.

You are quite correct, Colonel. (It was still the only title DiFalco allowed himself.) We have delayed far longer than I had originally contemplated, and the those in the Tareil system who anticipated my return must have despaired of ever seeing me again. Without the hope of outside deliverance to sustain it, the resistance I worked to prepare will inevitably wither and die. We must move on Tareil soon, or we will not be able to count on finding help there. I only hope we still can. He paused, thoughts momentarily wandering a hundred light-years to the son who might still live. Then he blinked, and resumed more briskly.

Now, as to our immediate problem. Ive been keeping this to myself because I wasnt entirely certain about it; but I see the time has come when we cannot wait for certainty. As a few of you know, I have been exploring the possibility of increasing fusion powerplant efficiency by supplementing the electromagnetic containment fields with a gravitic component. Our recent work in developing the deflector shield has resulted in a spinoff? Yes, thats it. At any rate, I now believe we can, in a matter of a few months, modify the powerplants of our major Raehaniv combattant ships, enabling them to attain a continuous-displacement performance comparable to the present capabilities of our courier ships.

For a moment, everyone was silent, eyes riveted on the old man at the center of the circle. DiFalco realized anew that, however much of the time Varien seemed to fit comfortably into the world of human ordinariness, there would always be moments like this one, when the old Raehanivs true home seemed either the far future or some old, enchanted country, with none of the present in him at all.

Aelanni broke the spell. So we could reach Tareil from here in less than five months?

Closer to six, Varien admitted. I calculate that one enroute refuelling would be required. But there is a system almost on the direct straight-line route where

Wait a minute, Varien, Traylor broke in. Did I understand you to say you could do this with the Raehaniv ships?

Yes, yes, Varien replied, nodding. I wouldnt dream of trying this modification on the scratch-built fusion plants of the American and Russian ships, with their lower-technology components. Also, theres the matter of resource allocation; we havent the industrial plant to perform this enhancement and install deflector generators on all our ships simultaneously. It would double our preparation time.

So, he hurried on, I propose that we equip the Terran ships with deflectors and reconfigure the Raehaniv ships powerplants, which we can do at the same time.

But, Varien, DiFalco began hesitantly, then the Terran ships wont be able to make it to Tareil in any useful length of time, any more than they can now.

No, but they can proceed to Seivra as per our original plan, timing the attack so that by the time they secure Seivra the Raehaniv ships will have reached Tareil! Then, Varien continued with the enthusiasm of a civilian who thinks he has had a brilliant military insight, at a prearranged moment which allows the Korvaasha time to concentrate defenses at the displacement point connecting the two systems, we can attack through that displacement point while, simultaneously, the Raehaniv ships take them in the rear!

Wait a minute, Varien

Think of it! We can trap the defending fleet and wipe it out at a single crushing blow! We can

Wait! Wait! WAIT! With Variens excited flow finally stemmed, DiFalco took a deep breath. Look, Varien, havent you ever heard of but no, of course you havent. But you have! He turned rather desperately to Miralann. Remember the Battle of Leyte Gulf from our history? Tell him!

Miralann nodded slowly. Yes. Varien, what Colonel DiFalco is trying to say is that military history teaches us to beware of complex battle plans that require precise coordination of widely separated elements. In particular, the folly of attempting a rendezvous in the presence of the enemy is a cardinal principle. Our own distant past is replete with similar instances.

Varien looked uncharacteristically crestfallen. Perhaps I underestimated the difficulties involved. I am more than willing to leave the details of implementation to the military professionals. But, Colonel, he continued, holding DiFalcos eyes with his own, I must ask you a question you once put to me: can you suggest a viable alternative?

DiFalco thought hard. Could he? No. Half-baked as Variens plan might be, at least he had offered them a way out of the dilemma they had been trapped in, a way to change the equation. It would be risky as hell, however much they fine-tuned it but at least it made them a little more the masters of their own fate than the plans they had come up with so far, all of which had violated an even more basic military maxim by depending on good luck.

Something else you havent mentioned, father, Aelanni said, frowning. The Raehaniv ships will enter the Tareil system without deflectors.

Well, yes, Varien admitted. They will have to do without that advantage. They will have to rely on the element of surprise, on the overall superiority of Raehaniv technology and on the fact that it is their own home they are fighting to free.

Aelanni nodded slowly, and her eyes met Variens in a moment of understanding from which all who were not Raehaniveven her husband and his son-in-lawwere excluded. And DiFalco, looking at her, suddenly knew who would lead those Raehaniv ships into battle with the greatest military machine known to exist in the universe.

The sun began to dip below the mountains, and it grew cold.





CHAPTER TWELVE




The sullen red sun his people had named Seivra rose over the edge of the gas-giant planet. Aelador hleTerull, gazing at it through the faceplate of his heavy-duty vac suit, hated the sight, for it was visible evidence of the passage of time as this station swung in another of its sterile orbits around the gas giant. So it was like the face that gazed back at him from the mirror in all its haggardness as he aged at a rate the Raehaniv hadnt experienced since primitive times. It was incontrovertible proof that time truly was passing and that his life was draining away, however much it might sometimes seem that he was suspended in a timeless bubble of misery in which even the periodic punishments had begun to dull.

The Korvaasha had brought him and the others from Raehan to replace their own crude and inefficient grav scanners with state-of-the-art Raehaniv ones. They had all been highly-paid specialists before the war, and it had taken some of them a long time to adjust to slaverythe gruelling labor, the squalid quarters, the tasteless food paste eaten from a common trough. It had taken some of them too long; the human mind and body could only absorb so much of the torment of discipline by direct neural stimulation, and some had found the refuge of death or madness. The Korvaasha didnt carethey had factored in a certain rate of attrition. They had much experience in such things, although more experience with the human species would doubtless allow them to refine their parameters.

Aelador was one of the unlucky ones the survivors. And so he now labored on the outer skin of the station, performing repairs to one of the exterior components. He was not under guard; there was no need. His suit had internal contact points through which the Korvaasha could invade his body with agony if he deviated from his instructions in the least. And they all knew the consequences of any attempt at sabotage; the Korvaasha had demonstrated them early on, using a human chosen at random.

He was almost finished when the tinny pseudo-voice of Uftscha, Seventh Level Embodiment of the Unity and commander of the station, sounded in his helmet.

Attention! All personnel and inferior beings on outside duty return inboard at once. An anamoly has appeared in the scanner readings.

Aelador knew what awaited him if the anamoly involved any of the equipment for which he was responsible. He discovered that even terror had lost its power to impart the sensation of being alive.





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Coming up on the mass limit, Colonel, Terry Farrell reported. It was the label they had assigneddespite Variens complaints that it was meaninglessto the distance from any given star within which continuous-displacement drive was unuseable due to a kind of harmonics it set up with the stars gravity. It varied depending on the strength of that gravity, and for a M3v red star like Seivra it was close in. DiFalco had no desire to go to reaction drive until he had to, and since they were approaching Seivra from a region of space nowhere near either of the systems two displacement points there was no reason why they should be picked up on grav scanners. The Korvaasha would have scanners trained on this stretch of nothingness only by sheer chancefor example, as part of a test of new scanners. And how likely was that?

They had cautiously scouted this system several times during the years of preparation at Terranova, and they knew in general what to expect. The Korvaasha had put a fortress/fuel refinery into orbit around the gas-giant second planet, and Varien had assured them that it was a standard design, built around a core which had come through the displacement points behind the conquering Korvaash fleets and whose minimal fusion drives had since been cannibalized to provide station-keeping capabilityit could not maneuver. The mobile force-level varied, but a squadron of five small combatants was permanently stationed here. And, of course, there were the virtually-unarmed pickets at the two displacement points. It should, DiFalco thought, be a cakewalk. The real test would come at Tareil.

Belatedly, he realized that thinking of Tareil was a mistake. As he watched the ruddy ember of Seivra grow in the view-forward, his mind went back almost four months to his last night on Terranova with Aelanni

Jason had gone to sleep, and they had bundled up and braved the cold to walk under the stars and the ring and one frost-rimmed moon. It hadnt been too bad; the dead of winter was past, and this hemisphere would soon enter into a spring which, if somewhat lacking in color on a planet where evolution hadnt yet put forth flowering plants, at least held the promise of relief from the cold.

Wordlessly, they had gazed upward at the little cluster of lights that drifted in orbit: Kurganov Station and the ships of their fleet, including those which Aelanni would, on the morrow, lead out of this system.

She had finally broken the silence, smiling bravely, her breath frosting in the moonlight. Havent we had a farewell like this before?

Yes, he had lied, when you left for Altair. It wasnt really the same at all. She hadnt been going into battle then, and they hadnt yet belonged to each other and to Jason. But the two departures had had one thing in common: her buried, unwilling eagerness. Before, she had quested for new horizons; now she sought the homeworld she had not seen in almost ten of the years of distant Earth. And, even more, she sought the deaths of that worlds rapists.

He had taken her in his arms. Aelanni, whatever happens, I want this to be our last farewell. Im no damned good at it! And besides well have given enough.

She had looked at him gravely. Youre right, Eric. Well meet on Raehan, wherea flash of the sudden impishness he knew so wellIll show you some great beaches! Warm beaches! And you can show me your Earth. And after that, well have to begin forging an alliance between Raehan and your people to face the Korvaasha but whatever we have to face well face together. No more farewells!

They had held each other until the cold had begun to seep through to their flesh, and then gone inside.

The next day she had departed for the outer system where the mass limit lay, and then vanished into the strange state of continuous-displacement travel, outrunning any possible attempt to communicate with her. For the next month DiFalco had lost himself in the hectic toil of final preparations for the American and Russian ships departure for Seivra. At last the day had arrived and they had left Terranova behind, with the noncombatants left there to care for the children (he had sternly ordered himself not to think of Jason) and maintain a colony of which, win or lose, the Korvaasha would not learn.

They had set out in two waves. First were the seven heavily armed and extensively modified cruisers, and three personnel transports which had been converted into carriers for Thompsons ground-assault force. Behind had come the cargo carriers which had been fitted out to serve as a fleet train (the goddamned ex-Navy types again!) with supplies and mobile repair facilities whose personnel travelled aboard other transportstransports which also carried one other

Varien had been adamant: he would not wait on Terranova. Aelanni had been equally unyielding about taking him along to share the extraordinary risks involved in the Raehaniv ships part of the plan. So he had resigned himself with no good grace to the primitivism of the transport Irkutsk, for DiFalco wasnt about to let him expose himself to the hazards of space combat aboard one of the cruisers of the first wave. At least he had spent more than his share of the two-and-a-half-month journey in the cryogenic hibernation in which they had all taken turns. Officially, this was a concession to his advanced years; in fact, DiFalco had wanted to minimize the old coots opportunities to exercise his talentverging on geniusfor exasperating people.

And so they had proceeded to Seivra, occupying themselves with the operational readiness exercises that DiFalco had laid on for the purpose of keeping them busy and which almost succeeded in keeping nerves from stretching to nearly the snapping point.

And now they neared journeys end and the first of their tests.

Two minutes to Seivra mass limit, Colonel. Farrells crisp voice broke into DiFalcos reverie.

He looked at the Raehaniv-installed holo tank, in which the positions of his ships were displayed in accordance with their instantaneously propagated gravitic signatures. Most of the first wave were in what passed for a tight formation in space, flanked at a great distance by the cruisers Theodore Roosevelt and Aleksandr Nevsky.

Mr. Farrell, he spoke levelly, signal the rest of the main body to secure from continuous-displacement drive at He glanced at the chronometer and gave a time less than a minute away. No need to push the mass limit.

Aye aye, sir. Farrell spoke into the communicator. Ships in continuous-displacement drive could see and communicate with each other normally as long as they were popping in an out of normal space at exactly the same rate, a synchronicity into which they could only be tied by Raehaniv computers; they were, as DiFalco found helpful to think of it, existing at the same frequency. Should one such ship switch frequencies, it would simply vanish from the ken of the others. It was just one of the effects that placed continuous-displacement travel outside the range of possibilities defined by normal human experience, and DiFalco had long ago stopped worrying about it. On a more practical level, it made ship-to-ship combat under the drive so easily avoidable that such combat almost certainly could never take place, except possibly by mutual consent in accordance with some fantastic code of high-tech bushido.

Farrell received acknowledgments, the moment arrived, and the ruddy light of Seivra suddenly stopped growing in the viewport. The holographic blips wavered in the tank before steadying as the display began reflecting input from more conventional sensorsall but Roosevelt and Nevsky, which remained, under the drive and proceeded to veer off in opposite directions toward Seivras two displacement points.

DiFalco released a pent-up breath. So far, so good. Levinson and Golovko had responded as planned to the realtime signal provided by the cessation of the others gravitic pulses and departed to fulfill their rolesa tricky role in the case of Levinson and Roosevelt. DiFalcos part was, by comparison, simplicity itself: the brute simplicity of combat with the Korvaash station toward which the main body now proceeded in free fall.





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Seventh Level Embodiment! The Korvaash scanner officers exclamation was meant for Uftscha alone but-his translator/voder made it audible and comprehensible to the humans at least to the extent that it could be heard over Aeladors screams. The gravitational anamolyor, rather, cluster of anamolieshas suddenly ceased to register on the scanners.

Uftscha gestured, and the Korvaash guard withdrew his neurolash from contact with Aeladors flesh. The humans spine relaxed from its convulsive curve and he collapsed, shuddering, to the deck. With a soft hum the neurolash retracted into the guards artificial forearm. Uftscha ignored the scene as he considered the scanner readouts.

Perhaps the malfunction was a temporary one, in which case it could recur, he mused. Clearly, it was a malfunction; the readings made no sense, being of an unprecedented nature and coming from a region of space remote from either of the two displacement points. Disengage the new gravitic scanners. He turned ponderously and directed his eye to where Aelador lay gasping on the deck in front of a clump of other humans. You will form a work crew and track down the source of the problem. He turned to go, then paused and addressed the scanner officer. Order two frigates to proceed outward on that bearing and locate any possible external source of these readings. And place the pickets on low-level alert.

He departed, and Aelador led the humans to the antechamber that gave access to the scanner systems power leads and connections with the actual hardware on the stations outer skin. As the tide of molten pain ebbed from his nervous system, he wondered what the scanner readings portended. Uftscha had been right: there was no reasonable possibility other than a malfunction. But Aelador knew these systems, and he could imagine no malfunction that could have produced these particular readings.

He was thinking about it as they removed the detachable panels along the base of the chambers walls and gazed down into the systems glowing guts.





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Aleksander Nevsky disengaged its continuous-displacement drive and resumed the intrinsic vector it had possessed back in the outer system of Terranova. (Strictly speaking, it had never lost it, but this was a minor problem of interstellar navigation.) Golovko noted with satisfaction that the Korvaash picket lay almost dead ahead, so only minor course corrections would be needed.

He spoke an order, the attitude jets performed their aligning function, and the fusion drive roared to life. After the few seconds it took lightspeed phenomena to cross the distance that still separated the two vessels, the pickets reaction appeared on Nevskys sensors.

Yes, Golovko muttered to his executive officer, they picked us up as as soon as the burn commenced. And theyre following their standard procedures as Varien described them. He indicated the readouts that told of the pickets broad-band shout of warning to all Korvaash units in the system, and of its simultaneous powering-up as it prepared for the emergency acceleration that woujd take it through the nearby displacement point to the star that lay on the far side of Seivra (in terms of the displacement connections) from Tareil.

But Golovko knew it would never make that transit, to alert the remainder of Korvaash space. They hadnt been able to drop out of continuous-displacement drive right on top of the picket, of courseVarien had explained that displacement points always occurred inside a stars mass limit. But they were never very far inside it, and Nevsky was already coming into range, approaching on a heading less than twenty degrees from the displacement point. The picket (already burning its fusion drive, by dint of who knew what frantic efforts) was heading almost directly into its doom.

He spoke another order, and a salvo of four missiles leaped forth. The picket exerted its limited defensive capabilities, and point-defense lasers actually stopped one of the missiles while ECM caused a second to detonate too soon. The other two sped home, and the picket died in glare whose magnified image left spots in Golovkos eyes.

The Russian settled back in his acceleration couch and released a long-held breath before ordering the ship turned around to commence the retrofiring that would bring him into position to cover the displacement point in case any chance Korvaash traffic should pass through. It had gone so smoothly as to almost worry him. But, then, the operation had been meticulously planned so as to assure that he would succeed and that Levinson would not.

Similar thoughts were going through Levinsons mind at substantially the same instant, as he watched the Korvaash picket that was Teddy R.s ostensible target accelerate toward the Tareil displacement point.

He had disengaged his continuous-displacement drive sooner than necessary, outside Seivras mass limit, and approached from almost dead astern of the picket. Now he ordered two missiles launchedno need to be too wasteful of expensive munitions, as long as realism wasnt compromised.

The missiles did their robotic best, but a stern chase is a long chase. The picket reached the displacement point and seemed to flicker out of existence. The missiles swept on through the volume of space where their target was no longer located, and receeded swiftly into the void.

And so much for that, Teddy R.s executive officer muttered. Now the goddamned Russkies will be insufferable! We could have gotten that bastard if wed intended to!

But we didnt, XO, Levinson reminded her. Just remember that. Our job was to let him get away to Tareil while seeming to try our damnedest to stop him. And as far as Im concerned, we succeeded in that. I dont care how stolid the Korvaasha are supposed to be; you cant tell me that wasnt one badly scared crew!

And now, he continued, lets take up station at that displacement point. Cheer upif they send anything back through to take another look at whats going on here in Seivra, you can blast it to your hearts content! Otherwise, we wait.

He couldnt let the XO or anyone else know how hard that waiting would be for him, while DiFalco and the rest proceeded into a battle that was not a charade.





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The two Korvaasha frigates that Uftscha had dispatched outward from the station had approached at a relative velocity that had allowed for nothing but an exchange of fire en passant that could have but one conclusion. Andy J. had rung with cheers as they had hit one of the bogies dead-on with the spinal-mounted particle accelerator, only to grow silent as a Korvaash missile had gotten through and inflicted more damage on Ronnie R. than DiFalco allowed himself to think about. But the storm of missiles from the Terran cruisers had saturated the Korvaash defenses, and they had flashed on past a thinning cloud of debris.

Now they had turned end-for-end and commenced retrofire, braking themselves with blinding violet-white plasma jets into an orbit that would intersect that of the station. (Ronnie R. was able to keep up, to DiFalcos relief.) The fusion drives themselves were formidable if clumsy weapons of destruction, but DiFalco didnt intend to turn them on the station. Nor would he use missiles. He wanted to leave as much of that station in existence as possible, to glean as much as they could of the intelligence information that was the rarest and most precious commodity in interstellar, interspecies war.

Of course, that meant they just had to take it on the way in

DiFalco, like everyone else, was confined to his acceleration couch, even though the deceleration could not be feltthe G forces they were pulling were such that a momentary failure of the compensating artificial gravity fields could have been catastrophic for anyone caught standing around. So he couldnt even pace as the first of the Korvaash missiles began to arrive.





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Aelador and the other humans knew nothing of the signals that had arrived from the frigates andshortly thereafter, travelling at lightspeed from the outer systemfrom the pickets. All they knew was that something had unleashed pandemonium among the Korvaasha, and that Uftscha made an announcement whose disjointedness not even the voder/translator could entirely smooth over, ordering the new grav scanners to be reactivated.

But Aelador could draw inferences, and as they worked frantically under the eyes of unwontedly nervous-seeming Korvaash guards to reconnect all the circuitry they had disconnected in their search for a malfunction that evidently didnt exist after all, a suspicion grew in him. When they were finished, and the rumble of missile launches began to vibrate through the station, the suspicion became certainty.

Seivra was under attack. Someone had, impossibly, gotten into the system by some means unconnected with either of the displacement points. He couldnt imagine how, and he couldnt conceive of who the intruders might be. But he knew one thing, and as he was hauled up through the hatches by the other humans he was sure they all knew it, even though they didnt dare talk among themselves. Someone was attacking the Korvaasha. Someone was hurting the Korvaasha!

The astonishing thought immobilized him for an instant at the edge of the hatch, and one of the low-ranking Korvaash guards rounded on him. Move, inferior being! We must close up the hatch! Without waiting for a response, he jabbed Aelador with his implanted neurolash.

Aelador gasped as the jag of unendurable pain shot through his nervous system and fell forward into the arms of one of the other humansit was Turieland suddenly something seemed to lift from him, leaving nothing except the certain knowledge of what he must do, a certitude marred only by what he knew would happen to Turiel and the others after he did it. Their eyes met and Turiel nodded his head very slightly. All the understanding and forgiveness that the universe could hold flowed between them, wordlessly.

Aelador stood up on the lip of the hatchthe guards were too startled to reactand met the eyes of the other humans for an instant, with an odd little smile. Then, slowly, he toppled over backwards and fell toward the glowing mass of wiring below.

With a crackling roar and a blinding, spark-showering flash, he vanished, and the chamber filled with the stench of burned meat. And electrical systems began to die.





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Colonel! Farrell sounded puzzled. Somethings happened to the incoming missiles. There are just as many of them, but its as if their fire control has suddenly become a lot less effective!

DiFalco could see it himself from the readouts. Their point-defense lasers no longer had precisely coordinated time-on-target salvos to deal with, just straggling individual missiles they could easily handle.

Yes, he said slowly. They must have had some kind of major systems failure on that stationa big short-out or something. God knows why; were not even hitting them yet. He turned his attention to other matters. Guess well never know.





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Retrofiring steadily, the cruisers matched orbits with the station. The three remaining Korvaash frigates, after the tactical datanet they had shared with the station had become useless, had been sent outward on an intercept course which had ended in their deaths in a storm of fusion warheads.

And now the Terrans drew close enough to the station for energy weapons to come into play. First lasersthey were the longest-ranged, but their effectiveness was downgraded by ablative and reflective armor materials, as well as by various countermeasures. Then, as the range closed still further, the plasma guns opened up, bringing deuterium bullets to near-fusion heat with enfilading lasers and electromagnetically expelling the resulting bolts of plasma. The plasmas unavoidable dissipation limited the weapon to short rangesbut within those ranges it was devastating. And, DiFalco thought, it produced a properly-cinematic blinding flash, unlike the laser beams which were invisible in vacuum and only faintly visible in the clouds of vaporizing ablative armor that they themselves created.

The station, of course, had similar weaponsrelatively inefficient, clumsily massive as was typical of Korvaash engineering, but a lot of them and a hellacious powerplant for them to draw on. And the Korvaasha were veterans in their use.

But the deflector operators, overseeing computers with reaction times no human could match, artfully interposed their nonmaterial shields between the ships and the stabbing energy swords while the cruisers weapons ripped and tore at every area of the stations surface where a weapon revealed itself by firing.

After a time, DiFalco was satisfied that the enemys volume of fire had dropped to the level deemed acceptable for the next phase of the attack. He contacted Major Thompson on the assault carrier Guadalcanal and spoke a brief order. Then he watched as the assault shuttles dropped away from Guadalcanal and her two sisters. (No, damn it; Sevastopol was, he supposed, a brother. Why couldnt the Russians ever get it through their thick heads that ships were female?) Under covering fire from the cruisers, the stubby little craft accelerated toward the station, then began burning their forward-facing retrorockets to reduce their velocity and allow ramming without self-immolation.

DiFalco couldnt imagine what that impact was going to be like for Thompson and his men. It would, he imagined, be a foretaste of hell. And he could only watch and wait.





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With a grinding, screaming roar of tearing metal, the specially reinforced snub nose of the still-retrofiring assault shuttle penetrated the outer skin of the station. The small crafts rudimentary artificial gravity could not begin to cope; Thompson and his men were thrown about in the webbing which, with their powered combat armors shock absorbers, would hopefully limit their injuries to bruises.

The shuttle, like a slow-motion bullet, ground its way as far into the station as it was going. Thompson slapped the switch that disengaged the webbing, and the shuttles blunt clamshell nose opened to reveal a vista of wreckage.

Alright people, move it or lose it! The armor suits were sealed against vacuum lest the Korvaasha, deciding they had nothing to lose, played cute tricks like letting the air out of the station. But the helmet communicators carried Thompsons voice to the entire squad as he leaped out into the ruined, dimly-lit passageway. Scanning for hostiles and finding none, he consulted the heads-up display that seemed to float a couple of inches from his left eye. Yeah according to what Variens people knew of the layout of this kind of installation, the command center should be that way.

To the right, he called out. Follow me. He had just turned into the branching passageway when an electronic scream awoke in his ear to inform him that a laser target designator had touched his armor. His reflexes were very nearly as instantaneous as the sensing system; he twisted aside just as a burst of hypervelocity, hyperdense slugs crashed into the bulkhead. Only one connected, and it caromed off his armor. Swinging in the direction of the hostile fire, he brought his plasma gun up into the socket that allowed it to tap into the armors own powerpack. By the time he had completed the movement, he was facing his first Korvaasha. Without pausing to let weirdness register, he blasted the alien into flaming, nondescript ruin.

His squad, most of them armed with heavy-duty mass-driver weapons not unlike the one the Korvaasha had tried to use on him (although a human needed a strength-enhancing powered exoskeleton to carry one) came around the corner and proceeded to mow down the Korvaasha that had followed the first one out of the twisted ruins. The remains, he noted with relief, were more flesh than machinery. These were ordinary security guards. They werent the fully-cyborgian warrior elite he had studiedthose might well give even power-armored troops trouble.

Plenty of time for that later.

Motioning to the squad to follow him, he proceeded along the passageway.

The second wave had arrived, and the scientific and intelligence specialists were combing over what was left of the station. It was, on the whole, a disappointment. In particular, Kuropatkin and Tartakova would have liked prisoners to interrogate. But there were only corpses not all of them Korvaash.

DiFalco stood with Varien in the chamber near the scanner controls, gazing at the abattoir that Thompsons men had found. Not even the butchery that had occured here could conceal the species of the victims.

I will not be sick, DiFalco commanded himself. He looked at Varien, who had been sick at his first sight of this room. But now he was gazing at the remains of his fellow Raehaniv with an expression neither of nausea nor of shock but rather of infinite sadness.

The old man finally turned to him and spoke with a strange gentleness. Your weapons didnt do this, you know. They were obviously slaughtered by the Korvaashaslaughtered with a ferocity I cannot understand. But you didnt kill them.

No, the American said harshly. But we both know that we are going to have to kill humans probably a lot of themwhen we reach Raehan. Unless the Korvaasha magically go away in a puff of smoke, theres no way were going to be able to avoid it. His eyes met the Raehanivs, and there was almost a challenge in them. Varien looked away.

I know, he finally said, almost inaudibly. I suppose Ive known it all along. Ive simply avoided thinking about it. Like all Raehaniv, Ive found that easy to do where the realities of war are concernedits all seemed so abstract, so historical. He straightened, and his voice firmed. No more. Do what you have to do at Raehan, Colonel. You cannot let yourself be deterred by blood, any more than any other surgeon.

They departed, leaving the room to the dead.





CHAPTER THIRTEEN




Quiet, everyone! Order! Arduins bellow finally silenced them. He ran a threatening look around the table, then spoke in a normal tone of voice. We may be pirates by Korvaash definition, but thats no excuse for behaving like pirates. Now, Daeliuv, please continue.

The intelligence chief gave a professorial harrumph, and his eyes focused on his neural display. To repeat, he began frostily, our routine monitoring of the Seivra displacement point detected realtime gravitational emanations that indicated the arrival of what appeared to be a Korvaash picket ship, or other vessel of comparable mass and power. Afterwards we, like everyone else in the system with the proper receiver, picked up a signal which, while naturally in Korvaash code, gave every indication of being a system-wide emergency alert.

The result, he continued in the same pedantic tones, was dramatic. Korvaash operations against us here in the asteroids have come to a standstillthey have assumed a defensive posture as their mobile forces have departed for the Seivra displacement point. Likewise, their combatant ships at Raehan itself have been dispatched to the same destination. To it but not through it. We have detected no departures for Seivra. Courier vessels have, however, transitted this systems other displacement points.

Information from our sources on Raehan is, of course, still too sparse to allow meaningful evaluation

Come on, Daeliuv, Yarvann broke in, risking Arduins wrath. You must have some feedback from your dirtside sources by now! Give us your first-sense impression.

Daeliuvs voice dropped a few more degrees in temperature. Subject to later verification, he said heavily, the early indications we have received suggest that the Korvaasha on Raehan are in an uproar, as if they are responding to some emergency. Security has been tightened still further, and the Implementers kind of subliminal growl ran around the tableare behaving with a nervous bluster that suggests that they are feeling pressure from above.

Any conclusions must, at this time, be tentative

 Tentative nothing! Yarvann swung around to face the head of the table, eyes glowing with a fire that had not been seen among the Raehaniv for a long, long time. Arduin, theres only one possibility, only one thing that could account for all this. Somebody, from somewhere, has taken Seivra! And, he continued, grinning savagely, whoever that is has got the Korvaasha here in the Tareil system by whatever they use for balls! He spoke a command that awakened a holo display above the center of the table. The only displacement chain that connects this system with the Korvaash empire runs through Seivra! Of course, those departing couriers have warned the Korvaasha in the other chains that converge here at Tareilbut those are just light forces, mopping up our research stations and such. The Korvaasha in this system are on their own, cut off from their own higher echelons!

And just where could these mysterious Unknowns have come from? Daeliuvs sarcastic tone didnt quite make it to the end of the sentence.

Yarvann shrugged. Whos to say? Seivra has only the two displacement points, and the Unknowns obviously didnt come from this system, so they must have come through the other one, from somewhere beyond Seivra.

But, Daeliuv argued, that leads to Korvaash space.

True, but between Seivra and the old Korvaash frontier lie all these displacement connectionshe indicated the holo displaythat we explored before we blundered onto the Korvaasha, and all these displacement chains that branch off from them. We never explored very far along the branching chains; maybe, since occupying Raehan, the Korvaasha have ventured farther along them than we did, and stirred up a zorats nest! Or maybe the Unknowns have been expanding along one of those chains and encountered the Korvaasha and decided something had to be done about them. Either way, we cant say how much theyve conquered beyond Seivra. All we know for sure is that any enemy of the Korvaasha is a potential ally of ours!

Arduin held himself aloof from the desperately-hopeful excitement that visibly awoke among the others. Lets consider all the possibilities, Yarvann. For one thing we dont know that these hypothetical conquerors of Seivra reached it via displacement points. They might have the continuous-displacement drive.

That brought them all up short. He had told them about Variens invention, of course, but it still wasnt altogether real for themthey hadnt grown up with it. They had discussed the possibility of equipping some of their ships with the drive and leaving the Tareil system to search for a new home among the stars. But nothing had come of it. Too much of the vital technical information had departed with Varien, and the task of recreating the drive from theoretical generalities was beyond their capabilities, or at least beyond any capabilities they could spare from the day-to-day desperation of their struggle against the Korvaasha. Arduin suspected there was a deeper reason: such a project would have represented an admission of their causes long-term hopelessness, and this was precisely the admission they could not afford to make to themselves.

Well, Yarvann began after a moments hesitation, I hadnt thought of that. But if the Unknowns have the continuous-displacement drive and can go where they please without regard to displacement points, why should they have gone to a miserable little red dwarf like Seivra?

Miranni zhoTraellann spoke up hesitantly. Unless could it be Varien? Or somone somehow connected with Varien? She spoke the questions with an eagerness that reminded Arduin of her prewar friendshipand, some said, more than thatwith the long-time widower Varien. When he spoke, it was with a careful gentleness.

I dont see how it can be, Miranni. In straight-line distance, Seivra is even further from Lirauva or Landaen than this system is. At the top pseudo-velocity most of Variens ships can manage, a nonstop continuous-displacement flight from either of those stars to Seivraas if such a thing were possiblewould take more than three times as long as hes been gone! No, he continued, meeting one pair of eyes after another around the circuit of the table, I want to believe in Variens return as much as any of you. But we cant let our hopes run away with us.

Yarvann, you may be right: something has caused the Korvaasha to take the pressure off us. So perhaps its time to put some pressure on them! I want a detailed operational plan for an attack on the mining station at Raesau. In the meantime, well continue our surveillance of the Seivra displacement point and stand ready to respond to whatever happens in that direction.

Yarvann slapped the edge of the table and sank back into his chair with an exclamation that a Terran of the American persuasion, had any such been present, would have instantly recognized as Raehaniv for Hot damn! Then he leaned forward as if energized by a new thought. Something else, Arduin. If were going to put pressure on them, we should do it everywhere. Maybe its time to signal our people on Raehan to commence some serious guerrilla action.

Daeliuv looked on the verge of a stroke as he tried to form words. Are you insane? he finally blurted out. He turned to Arduin beseechingly. We cant commit our planetside organization to overt action now! Even if they succeeded, the result would be massive, bloody reprisalswe learned that early in the occupation. And the consequences of failure would be catastrophic: the destruction of our hidden munitions caches and the severing of our contacts. We cant jeopardize our intelligence sources!

Arduin nodded. Youre right, Daeliuv. Yarvann, an armed uprising on Raehan would be premature at this time. Rmember, weve discussed this before. They did remembernone of them could forget the sickening butchery of the massacres that had followed the first attempts at resistance. We decided then that our groundside combat capability can only be used once, so we have to hold it in reserve for a final, all-out effort to liberate Raehan. The logic of that decision still holds. Even Yarvanns mutter of disappointment was pro forma, as if he knew it was expected of him. No, for now well continue to keep the full extent of our organization on Raehan secret. That and the Turanau find.

An uneasy silence descended, for Arduin had reminded them of an irrelevance that was too massive to ignore. Probing further and further into unfrequented regions of the asteroid belt in search of potential fall-back bases, their scouts had stumbled onto the asteroid he had named, with its enigmatic works that some unknown intelligence had wrought and then abandoned in the unguessable past. Before the war it would have been a discovery of epoch-making importance. In their present pass, it represented only a hope that novel alien weapons technology might be discovereda hope that had been completely disappointed, for the mysterious builders had left their chambers and corridors stripped clean of everything except the relief sculpture that had identified them.

Humans. The ancient builders of Turanau had been humans. Viewing the hologram that the scout ship had brought back, they had all stared across the ages into the vacant eyes of that serene and entirely human face.

First the Korvaasha, then enigma in the form of the Landaeniv, and now this. The universe isnt a comfortable and secure place, like it it was when I was young. Arduin smiled inwardly at himself. Thats been the lament of every old fool since time began. Its just that in my case it happens to be true.

He spoke quickly, banishing with his voice the silence in which each of them had to confront the unknowable alone, just as humans had always strengthened their common defenses against the great darkness outside their campfires with the cement of words. We cant let ourselves think about it now. We must leave it for later. If there is a later, he did not add. All we can do is try to take advantage of whatever it is thats got the Korvaasha stirred up, and hope that it portends a miracle. We need one.





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The crudely massive chamber held the chill air and dim orange light of the Korvaash homeworld that was little more than hearsay to most of the figures who sat around the long table conversing in what would have been, to human ears, dead silence. Only the gravity was that of this world of Raehan, sybaritically low. Sugvaaz, as Conservator of Correctness, had grumbled about that, but he had been overruled. A continuously maintained artificial gravity field set at the homeworlds force (two-thirds again Raehans) would have been costly in energy that could otherwise be powering the furtherance of the Unity. It was the type of argument Gromorgh and the other pragmatists had found most effective with Sugvaaz.

At any rate, they had Lugnaaths voice to remind them of the homeworld. The Third Level Embodiment of the Unity spoke with its pure accent, having been born there, and his every word seemed to evoke the massive, incredibly distant world that represented the ultimate (so far) triumph of the Unity, with its biosphere consisting of several score billion Korvaasha, a lot of food yeast, and a few million inferior beings of assorted species who had been imported to perform specialized tasks for which their physiologies made them particularly suited. To listen to him was to visualize the cities, domed against polluted air, rising above plains that had long ago been cleansed of their inefficient and redundant species of animals and plants. Lugnaath hadnt come directly from it, of course; if he had departed on the day Raehan had fallen he would still be enroute, such was the vastness of the Unity. He had left the home-world behind in his youth, progressing through one post after another, most recently on the regional headquarters world of Izgnad from which the incorporation of the Raehaniv into the Unity had been directed.

And now, as highest authority in the Tareil system, he presided over this emergency meeting. He sat wordlessly, listening to the report of Zagthuud, Obtainer of Foreknowledge, and watching the reactions of the other males present. (Korvaash females had no function beyond procreation and, after they were no longer suitable for that, food. In the Unity, nothing went to waste.)

We conclude, the intelligence chief was saying, that the unknown inferior beings who have temporarilyhe stressed the word and glanced involuntarily at Sugvaazoccupied Seivra must have entered that system through an undiscovered displacement point.

But, Lugnaath inquired in the voice that made the others so acutely conscious of their birth on the outer fringes of the Unity, far from its near-legendary center, how can such a displacement point have been missed? Were our standard survey procedures not carried out at Seivra? And did the inferior beings of this world not survey the system before that?

Indeed, Third Level Embodiment. It does seem unlikely. But perhaps the displacement point is freakishly far from the systems primary. At any rate, there seems no other explanation.

In the early days of the Unity, Lugnaath mused, before the discovery of displacement points, our ancestors considered an attempt to cross normal space to the nearer stars. Could the attackers have come to Seivra in this manner?

My staff considered that possibility, Third Level Embodiment, and we studied historical records of the period of which you speak. Those interstellar ships were to have been enormous vessels designed to obtain reaction mass from the interstellar hydrogen; the designs were nothing like the ships that attacked Seivra, judging from the imagery our picket was able to obtain before transiting. Of course, this unknown race of inferior beings could, perhaps, have developed propulsion technologies that we have not Belatedly, Zagthuud realized what he was saying and his voice trailed to a stop.

It is a prime tenet of Acceptable Knowledge, Sugvaaz spoke coldly, eye darkening, that the inception of the Unity was shortly followed by the attainment of the ultimate possibilities of technology. Further refinements such as those achieved by the inferior beings of this system are, of course, possible; but fundamental breakthroughs are not, for the Acceptable Knowledge is, by definition, complete. Any other view is incorrect.

Of course, Conservator, Zagthuud murmured. I spoke without thinking. The scientific plateau reached by the Unity with the discovery of displacement points of course represents He went on miserably. Lugnaath said nothing. He was, in theory, the ultimate authority in this system, but for purposes of maintaining the integrity of the Acceptable Knowledge the Conservator of Correctness held transcendent powers.

After a while, when Zagthuud showed signs of running out of self-abasement, Gromorgh broke in. At any rate, he said smoothly, it seems unlikely. The fact that the attackers made special efforts to destroy the pickets at the displacement pointsfortunately unsuccessful in the case of the one that escaped here to warn ussuggests that they are aware of the existence of displacement points. Sugvaaz glared at him but couldnt very well say anything since the Director of Implementation was, after all, agreeing with his conclusions. He had never liked or trusted Gromorgh, and in any Korvaash administration the Conservator of Correctness was chronically suspicious of the Director of Implementation; anyone who worked so closely with, and through, inferior beings must be unreliable.

I agree, said Kulnakh, the Effectuator of Expansion, with a combat officers bluntness. But the question now is what to do about it.

Do about it? Lugnaath gazed curiously at the military CO. I would have thought, Effectuator, that we were already doing everything possible to strengthen our defenses against any attack from Seivra.

Of course, Third Level Embodiment. That is elementary prudence. But consider: the fall of Seivra represents the first military setback, even of a temporary nature, that the Unity has ever suffered in its entire history. It is essential that we crush these attackers without delay! Furthermore, the longer they are left undisturbed in Seivra the longer they will have to strengthen their own defenses. We should counterattack through the Seivra displacement point as soon as possible!

There was a long, uncomprehending silence. Finally, Lugnaath spoke in puzzled tones. We have received no orders to mount a counterattack, Effectuator.

Of course not, Third Level Embodiment. It is impossible for us to receive such orders; the fall of Seivra has cut off our communications with the rest of the Unity. We must therefore act on our own initiative!

Sugvaaz spoke quietly. Too quietly. The Administrative Directives state quite clearly, Effectuator, that offensive military action must be approved at the regional level, by none less than a Second Level Embodiment of the Unity. So authorization for the action you are proposing must come from Izgnad.

But, Conservator, Kulnakh said patiently, to repeat, we are cut off from Izgnad! Besides, it can be argued that a counterattack is a defensive measure, such as can be initiated at the system level, rather than an offensive operation within the meaning of the Directives.

Questions of interpretation concerning the Administrative Directives must also be resolved at the regional level, Effectuator. The Directives themselves state as much.

Kulnakh s voice began to take on a note of desperation. Conservator, we find ourselves in an unprecedented situation! He turned to Lugnaath. Third Level Embodiment, you are empowered to take all measures for the defense of this system. I urge you to act under this authority and give the order now!

Before Lugnaath could reply, Sugvaaz continued in the same horribly quiet voice. The Administrative Directives state

I tell you, the Directives simply dont cover this situation! Kulnakh was actually shouting. It was never- foreseen when the Directives were formulated!

Without any warning, Sugvaaz snapped up his left armthe one that had been fitted with an implanted weapons-grade laser. The characteristic crack of air rushing back into the tunnel of vacuum made by the beam came simultaneously with a hissing sound as Kulnakhs eye was boiled away. He was dead before he could make a sound, before his corpse even began to collapse.

The Administrative Directives, Sugvaaz stated in exactly the same quiet voice, are an integral part of the Acceptable Knowledge. To deny that they anticipate all possible contingencies within their purview is to call the Acceptable Knowledge itself into question.

Lugnaath kept his face expressionlesseasier for a Korvaasha than for a human. Too bad; Kulnakh had been an excellent Effectuator of Expansion, bringing a certain youthful energy to the position. But there was no help for it, of course. Any Conservator of Correctness had absolute power of life and death over all Korvaasha under his jurisdiction except Embodiments of the Unity. That was axiomaticone of the pillars of the Unity.

He gave the faint whistling sound that was the Korvaash equivalent of a sigh, and spoke the code that activated his implanted communicator. Inform Grashkul that he is now Effectuator of Expansion, he ordered the computer. And now, he continued, addressing the meeting, let us consider ways to enhance the defenses of the Seivra displacement point.

They continued, doing their best to ignore that which lay among them. Fortunately, the Korvaash sense of smell is almost vestigial.





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The defenders of a displacement point enjoy the advantage of knowing where and on what heading their attackers will appear. On the other hand, they have absolutely no warning of when the attack will take place, and no military unit can stay permanently at a high state of alert.

So universal tactical doctrine calls for stationing the defending fleet fairly far back from the displacement point while strewing the region of space along the emergence bearing with millions of small, dense objectsscrap metal if nothing better is available. This puts the attacker in a dilemma: if he shoots the displacement point fast, to take advantage of the defenders lag in reaction time, he encounters swarms of artificial meteorites at a relative velocity that turns them into devastating kinetic-energy weapons; but if he transits slowly to avoid this, he gives the defenders time to initiate the response for which they are ideally positioned.

Thus it was that lumbering Korvaash freighters dumped the contents of their cavernous holds into the space near the Seivra displacement point over and over, to replenish an astronomical junkyard whose contents tended to drift away. Meanwhile, warships waited at a position prescribed by immemorial tactical doctrine. It took frequent burns of their fusion drives to do so, for a displacement point, being a nonmaterial function of the relative positions of stars, does not in any sense orbit the star with which it is associated. But the Korvaash ships kept station with the professionalism of long tradition, waiting in precise formation to reduce to component atoms those unknown inferior beings who had dared to challenge the Unity.





CHAPTER FOURTEEN




It had been longer than she wished to remember since she had seen a sun of that particular shade of deep gold, and now Aelanni gazed at the distant gleam of Tareil through a blurring mist. For a moment, she could only turn away from everyone else in Liberators control room and swallow hard. Then, in command of herself, she swung around and managed to face Yakov Rosen with a smile.

Do you suppose, the middle-aged (on their standards) Terran asked rhetorically, that well ever be able to scientifically pinpoint the moment at which a star one is approaching ceases to be a star and becomes a sun? He spoke in English. He liked to practice his already-fluent Raehaniv with her, but to do so at this moment would have been somehow wrongalmost patronizing. He had had more than five months (minus his turns in cryogenic hibernation) to sharpen his sense of what was fitting in dealing with the Raehaniv.

Aelannis glance showed her gratitude to the Terran. (But he wasnt simply a Terran, she reminded herself; none of them were. He also thought of himself as a Russian and, in other contexts, as a Jew. It was so confusing!) Before their departure from Terranova, it had been decided that one Terran should accompany Aelannis fleet; when she made contact with the Raehaniv resistance in the Tareil system, such an emissary would carry more impact than any amount of holographic imagery. Rosen, a noncombatant with a good working knowledge of Raehaniv, had been the logical choice. And so he had shared the strain of their voyage, the longest by far ever attempted under continuous-displacement drive and the first ever undertaken with powerplants overhauled in accordance with Variens new theory.

It had, all in all, gone better than they had had any right to expect. Only one ships drive had failed, and they had stopped to take its personnel aboard the others. This had not caused serious overcrowdingbut then had come their midway refueling stop, and the accident that had damaged Vindicator beyond their ability to make repairs in that desolate system. That was when things had become seriously uncomfortable, and Rosen had shared the discomfort uncomplainingly for the remainder of the voyage that was now coming to an end only a little behind schedule.

No, she answered him gravely. The concepts of sun and star are too subjective. But everyone knows when the moment has arrivedespecially for ones native sun. Her eyes wandered again to that golden flame. Then she shook herself and turned to the holo display, currently set for large-scale representation. Tareil appeared as a dot in its own deep-gold color, and the orbits of the inner planets were traced out in ellipses of light (a trick which never ceased to fascinate Rosen), with a kind of necklace-like effect for the asteroid belt. Off to one side was the purple circle that denoted the Seivra displacement point. From far above the plane of the ecliptic the white arrowhead marking their own position moved inward at the impossible rate of their pseudo-velocity.

The tricky part of their manuevering was already over. While still too far from Tareil for any kind of detection, they had burned their fusion drives while jumping in and out of reality, building up the real vector they would need when they reached Tareils mass limit and disengaged their continuous-displacement drives. This was perfectly possible, but created navigational problems beyond the capacity of organic minds, reducing them to little more than an audience for a computer-choreographed performance. But now the fusion drives were cold, and the mass limit was approaching.

A digital countdown seemed to hover in midair just in front of Aelannis eyes, invisible to anyone else. Naeriy, she said to her flag captain (a Terran concept which, like so many in the military sphere, had proven to hold the practicality so often embedded in tradition), on my command, cut the continuous-displacement drive and implement the prearranged emission-control guidelines.

Aye aye, Naeriy acknowledged in English. Her voice, and profile, held a fierceness that Aelanni noted, not for the first time. Naeriys persistent belief that she was under a cloud was irrational, of course; the Korvaash discovery of the Lirauva Chain had not been in any way her fault, and she had acted properly in all respects. But the role of bearer of ill tidings was not a congenial one for the young Raehaniv, whom DiFalco had long ago diagnosed as a classic hot dog. Irrational or not, Naeriys need to erase a nonexistent stain was like an elemental force that Aelanni had learned to direct. And, like every other destructive agent at her command, she would have need of it shortly.

She turned to Rosen. Yakov, you realize that when we disengage the continuous-displacement drive we will be irrevocably committed to battle?

Our plan isnt entirely unfamiliar to me, he replied drily.

Aelanni made the vague wiping gesture with which the Raehaniv indicated a desire to correct a misunderstanding. Of course not. But you are, after all, a civilian

So is everybody here. Rosen grinned. Thats one reason I was so willing to come along: no professional military people! There are, howeverhe glanced at Naeriy, then gazed up into Aelannis eyes for a long momentwarriors. You Raehaniv have changed since Ive known you. Youll go on changing. Even if we win, your people will never be the same again. We may defeat the Korvaasha, but we cant defeat time. The old days youve told me so much about are gone forever, Aelanni. He grimaced with the wry self-mockery she had come to know. Remind me never to try to give the troops a rousing speech before battle!

Aelannis tension broke in a laugh that caused heads to turn. I will, Yakov, I will. You just dont have it in you!

Then she sobered. But youre right. The most we can hope for is to win back Raehans freedom. We cant win back the way it was. The Korvaasha have irrevocably destroyed that. Eric likes to say There aint no justice. Hes right; there isnt. In a very real sense, aggressors cant be defeated, because the harm they do is irreparable. The very act of doing what is necessary to stop them changes their victims world forever. Her eyes took on a look that caused his to drop. What about it, Yakov? What does your religion, that youve tried to explain to me, have to say about this imbalance? Why does your God allow evil to do undying hurt without even having to be victorious?

Rosen tried to meet her eyes again and could not. I do not know. No one can answer that question.

Aelanni took a deep breath and let it out. Well, she finally said, we may not be able to undo the damage the Korvaasha have done but we can damned well do our best to prevent them from doing any more!

Rosen could not respond. The seconds slid by in silence as Aelanni watched the countdown. Just before they entered Tareils mass limit, it reached zero and the woman of dark-red flame spoke in a voice like a clarion. Execute!

Abruptly, Tareil stopped growing in the screens, just as the marker of their fleet stopped dead in the holo tank. But of course it hadnt really stoppedafter a moment, its crawling motion became visible. For they had merely ceased to outpace light, proceeding onward in free fall along the vector that they had established outside the borderlands of Tareil and kept while under the strange not-velocity of continuous-displacement travel.

All right, Rosen thought, unconsciously gazing slightly upward. Were obeying Your laws again. Happy?

Power stepped down to life-support requirements, effectively indefectible, they fell along a hyperbola that would bring them to the region where tactical analysisand their hopestold them the Korvaash fleet should be crouching, ready to pounce at the Seivra displacement point.





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There was really no need for DiFalco to be in Andy J.s control room just now, and he knew that Farrell and the others would be inexpressibly relieved to have him out of their hair. But the control room had one advantage over his cabin, now that it was equipped with artificial gravity: it wasalmostbig enough for satisfactory pacing.

For a time, the tension had let up fractionally as their worst nightmare had begun to recede. They had all known, too well, that they could not possibly stop a determined counterattack in force from Tareil. But weeks had passed and no Korvaash warships had emerged from the displacement point, and their minds had downgraded the threat from unbearable suspense to mere background worry. DiFalco still wondered why the Korvaasha had missed their chance.

Their other waking-nightmare had been that a Korvaash convoy or reinforcing battlefleet would come blundering through the other displacement point from the Korvaash-held systems beyond that had, as yet, no way of knowing what had happened at Seivra. But none hadonly one nondescript courier that they had blasted out of existence. Eventually, of course, that courier would be missed. But not yet.

So they had repaired their battle damage and taken up their planned position and begun sweating again, for they had entered into the time-frame within which they could realistically hope for word from Aelanni. An open-ended time frame, of course; no one could know what delays she might have encountered on her long, risk-fraught voyage to Tareil. They could only settle grimly into a state of readiness tnat was exhausting over the long haul but which they would maintain until the word to move arrivedor until the Korvaasha finally got over whatever it was that was keeping them sitting passively in Tareil.

Gazing at viewscreens, DiFalco could see the other cruisers that lay off Andy J.s flanks. And he could almost hear the thrumming of overstretched nerves from across space, for they had entered into the real nightmare: the protracted time-scale of helpless anticipation.

A rustling sound of movement behind him brought his head snapping around. It was Varien.

Goddamn it, dont ever sneak into the control room! He was instantly sorry, but a shift to mere grumbling was the closest he would let himself come to an apology. You shouldnt even be in the control room at all, you know. Hell, you shouldnt even be aboard this ship! When we go through that displacement point blind, with God knows what waiting on the other side

Weve been over this before, Colonel, Varien said mildly.

Yeah, but I still dont understand why you insist on going in with the first wave. When we attacked Seivra you were willing to follow along in a transport and wait until wed secured the system.

The situation is quite different now, as you must realize. When we transit this displacement point, we will be going for broke? Yes, thats it. This will be our first, last, and only opportunity to liberate Raehan, and if we fail there will be no point to my further survival, Colonel. To use another of your idioms, I have nothing to lose. And I have no desire to sit in this system waiting for word of the outcome at Tareil. Patience is not my strong point; I have been told that by so many people that I must reluctantly admit it is probably true.

DiFalco was silent. He had thought he knew the full spectrum of Variens moods, but he had never seen this fatalism. And yet the old Raehaniv was right. This one was for all the marbles.

You could wait with the transports, you know. The whole point to stationing them in the outermost outskirts of this system was to enable the noncombatants to get away to Terranova on continuous-displacement drive if we blow it. The settlement there could use you.

Varien smiled. I know you mean well, Colonel. But over these last years the freeing of Raehan has become the only meaning my life has, other than my son and daughterand they, too, are on the other side of this displacement point. You see, he continued, as if carefully explaining something that must be made clear, I can no more not be on the first ship through than you could Eric.

For a long moment there was no sound but the low hums and beeps of the control room, and no motion in the two shadowed faces that regarded each other in the dim light. When DiFalco broke the silence, his voice was very matter-of-fact. When we start to accelerate, I want you in an acceleration couch, and I want you to stay there. I still dont trust this artificial gravity of yours





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Aelanni did trust artificial gravity, which to her was old technology, and she stood with arms folded in Liberators control room, gazing unblinkingly at the Korvaash warships in the screen.

Huge, as if designed in proportion to the creatures that built and crewed them. Ungainly seeming, although like all Raehaniv she knew too well their basic functionality. Crudely ugly, with none of the aesthetic flourishes that Raehaniv engineers had always found a way to work into spacecraft designs. And numerousappallingly numerous. Scores of them, arranged in the precise alignments of what was clearly a standard formation.

Rosen, too, could not take his eyes from the screen, for on it he saw the nightmare that had haunted his world for generations: technology as Leviathan, soulless and hideous and deadly to all that was human. How pathetically mild our imaginings turn out to have been, he thought, and wondered what nightmares from Raehans Global Wars the sight awoke in Aelanni.

She gave no sign, but continued to stare fixedly at the magnified images in a silence that Naeriy finally broke. We have now entered our extreme missile range, the flag captain said quietly. Shall I ?

No. Aelanni spoke the flat monosyllable without moving her eyes a micron from the screen. Is there anything to indicate that we have been detected?

There is not, Naeriy replied emphatically. There was no reason why there should have been. As soon as they had detected the Korvaash fleet they had made the course correctionminor, as it had turned outneeded to assure that their hyperbolic orbit would bring them sweeping past that fleets sterns. The short burn, far out in the darkness of the outer system and far above the ecliptic, had elicited no response, and they had continued to coast in silence toward a consummation of thunder.

Time ticked by and Rosen began to fidget Aelanni

She waved him peremptorily to silence. I want to get closer. The shorter the range at which we launch, the less time their countermeasures will have to respond.

Rosen composed himself to wait.





Chagluk gazed critically at the sensor readouts and recalled his earlier pride that a mere courier ship like the one he commanded should have received the new, upgraded instrumentation. Now he wasnt so sure. The sensor suite had been endless trouble, and he suspected subtle sabotage by the humans who had labored on the refitting. But now they seemed to be on the way to getting the bugs out, and he felt sure that by the time they rendezvoused with the still-distant battlefleet all would be in order.

Do another grav scan of the battlefleet, he ordered the engineer (no separate sensor billet on a craft this size), and compare the readings with the known masses of the ships.

Acknowledged, Gozthag replied, then stiffened with annoyance. The directional controls are still off. I must search for the correct region Suddenly, he stiffened again, in a very different way. What ? Lookapproaching the battlefleet at interplanetary velocities

Chuglak looked over Gozthags head at the readouts. His paralysis lasted only an instant, and while Gozthag was still blithering he roared at the communications officer.





Rosen could keep quiet no longer. Aelanni, you must give the order! Were close enough! Theyre bound to detect us any time.

But they havent yet, Aelanni replied calmly, without taking her eyes from the magnified images in the screen. I want to close the range a little more.

Rosen started to open his mouth, then clamped it shut. He didnt trust his voice to keep steady, any more steady then his hands. He clenched his fists, despising himself for his jitters, and looked again at the range readout. Then, irrationally but irresistably, he darted a glance out the wide-sweeping armorplast viewport.

Good God! Does the crazy woman mean to get within visual range?! Rosen wondered wildly if, in spite of everything, maybe the Raehaniv werent really human after all. But then he swept his eyes over Naeriy and the others in the control room. They all looked as nervous as he felt.





Grashkul, Effectuator of Expansion, surveyed the expanse of the flagships command center with satisfaction. He had only recently arrived to take personal command of the system battlefleet, although he had departed from Raehan as soon as possible after taking over from the late Kulnakh.

The thought of the former Effectuator of Expansion soured his mood. Kulnakh had been right, of course. They should have launched probing attacks through the displacement point to gauge the strength of the opposition in Seivra. And if that opposition had proved to be no stronger than he thought it was (having exhaustively studied the pickets report, including the imagery of the oddly old-fashioned-looking ship that had attacked it) then they should have gone through in full force, accepting whatever losses it took to recapture Seivra. Yes, Kulnakh had been right but Grashkul wasnt about to say so aloud.

At least the unknown inferior beings had displayed equal caution, allowing time for the entire battlefleet to be concentrated here. Brobdingnagian battleships like this one, armed primarily with long-range missiles, made up the rear echelons, behind the somewhat smaller, faster battlecruisers with their batteries of energy weapons, including plasma artillery powered by fusion plants of the scale on which the Korvaasha built ships. Nothing could come through from Seivra and liveof that he was certain.

A harsh series of sounds suddenly awoke at the communications console. After a moment, the operator turned and spoke across the command center in the far-reaching low frequencies of Korvaash speech.

Effectuator, I have received a somewhat incoherent message from the commander of a courier vessel enroute from Raehan. He urgently advises us to scan a certain region of space which I have taken the liberty of downloading to the sensor controls. Of course, he continued, doing a rapid calculation, the message was sent over twenty rizhula ago.

Grashkul understood. Neutrino-pulse communication over a sufficiently long range outside a gravity well could effectively exceed lightspeedthe carrier beam itself did not, of course, for neutrinos were not really massless as had once been thought; but the information-carrying pulses could be propagated along it faster, as much as five times as fast in fact. But it took real distance to take full advantage of the effect. So this courier commanders alert held a slight time lag.

Instruct the computer to compensate, and scan the area, he ordered. A few moments ticked by while his command was carried out. He motioned a subordinate aside and seated himself at the scanner console. Then he gazed at the readout and froze.





Now, Aelanni?

Aelanni shook her head in a preoccupied way, oblivious to the pleading note in Rosens voice. The Terran drew a shaken breath and glanced out the viewport again.

There was no possible doubt. He could distinctly make out the serried ranks of tiny objects far ahead, their visible separation gradually growing as he watched.

They really were coming into visual range!





Grashkul surged erect from the scanner console. General fleet alert! he bellowed. All ships are to come up to full power and





Aelanni, you crazy shiksa!

Simultaneously with Rosens yelp came Aelannis command. Launch all missiles!

Naeriys hand swept over an array of lights and the fleets linked computers implemented the targeting solution they had already worked out during the long approach. Full salvos of missiles leaped from all the ships simultaneously and sprang ahead. Piling their acceleration atop the ships velocity, they swept into the Korvaash formation too swiftly for any thought of defense by ships in the process of receiving new orders.

The first hit awoke like a small but very intense sun. Others followed in such rapid succession as to seem a chain reaction, a spreading contagion of flame as one Korvaash ship after another expanded and split apart in a horrible, unnatural birth of hellfire.

The armorplast of the viewport automatically polarized, saving the eyesight of all in the control room of the still-approaching Liberator. Aelanni, eyes riveted on the spectacle, gave a second order. Launch message drones!

A second series of salvos dropped from the ships, but these sped toward the Seivra displacement point, past the savaged Korvaash defenders who grew in the screens at an ever-accelerating rate.

And then they were past, flashing by with the velocity to which they had been pulled by Tareils gravity over the past weeks. And as they passed the holocaust, insanely close, the shock wave reached them. The expanding, superheated gas of vaporized metal, plastic and Korvaasha formed a wave front through which they passed, still in free fall.

Artificial gravity could not begin to compensate, and Liberator bucked and plunged madly. Rosen was flung to the deck but Aelanni hung onto a stanchion and remained grimly erect. Rosen gazed up, half-stunned, and saw her standing steady amid chaos, illuminated by the lightninglike flashes of continuing explosions from the screens. There was no wind for her hair to blow in, but there should have been, for she was like an elemental spirit of vengeance and destruction riding the storm that she herself had loosed on the world.

And then the moment was over. The still-exploding Korvaash ships were receding astern, the deck steadied, people picked themselves up, and Aelanni calmly gave the order for the prearranged course change. Then she extended a hand and hauled Rosen to his feet.

Whats a shiksa? she inquired.





* * *




Quiet! Grashkul thundered, momentarily stemming the flood tide of panic-stricken reports and queries. By sheer presence, he quelled the incipient hysteria (which would have looked like mild agitation to human eyes, but which was without precedent among the Korvaasha) in the command center of the undamaged flagship.

No more reports! We can assess the damage later. He turned to his chief of staff. Get all ships with undamaged drives turned around and go to maximum boost in pursuit of those ships. The damaged ships that still have weapons capability can keep watch on the displacement point.

But Effectuator, the chief of staff replied with a slight quaver in his voice which meant what open hand-wringing would have in a human, well never catch them! A stern chase

Effectuator! The impropriety of the interruption from the scanner chief would have been shocking at any other time. The inferior beings have altered course! They have ceased retrofiring and are now proceeding on a course of A series of figures followed, delivered with the machinelike precision of old, to Grashkuls relief. Conditioning was reasserting itself.

Then it wont be a stern chase, he declared with vicious satisfaction. We can intercept them on that courseit will take time, but we can do it. Andhe glanced at the command readouts, noted the estimated tonnage of those ships, and made a mental adjustment for the efficiency of Raehaniv engineeringwe still have what must be ten times their firepower. He turned back to the chief of staff. Get with Navigation and carry out your orders, Kaathgor!

At once, Effectuator! But Kaathgor hesitated momentarily. Ah, Effectuator what of that second salvo of missiles the inferior beings launched?

What of it? They all missed and proceeded outward. Something must have gone wrong with their targeting. Grashkul was as close as any Korvaasha ever comes to fidgeting with impatience. He had to overhaul and obliterate these intruders, whoever they were, thereby salvaging something from this debacle.

Kaathgors voice broke into his thoughts. That is the point, Effectuator. You see, they are proceeding directly toward the

Grashkuls pent-up rage erupted. Enough! he roared with a volume that hurt Korvaash auditory apparatus. Stop wasting time and carry out your orders, you female!

At the deadliest insult in the Korvaash language, Kaathgors face and voice went totally expressionless. Of course, Effectuator, he said smoothly. It will be as you command.





* * *








The Korvaash warships that could still do so lumbered into correct alignment, and fusion fire speared blindingly from their drives, sending them on the optimum intercept course. No one except Kaathgorwho had no intention of bringing it upnoticed that that course happened to take them away from the Seivra displacement point on its emergence bearing.

Meanwhile, unnoticed, the missiles that were not missiles reached that displacement point.





* * *




DiFalco tumbled into Andy J.s control room, cursing the fate that hadof course!brought the long-awaited alarm in the middle of his first sound sleep in far too long. Varien, he noted, was already there, strapping himself into his assigned acceleration couch.

Report! he rapped, midway into the command couch.

Its confirmed, sir, Farrell stated, excitement barely under control. That first emergence was one of the message dronesits broadcasting like mad now. The other one should start any time there! Theyre both ours!

DiFalco and Varien exchanged looks. The weak link in their plans had, from the beginning, been the problem of coordinating two fleets on opposite sides of a defended displacement point. No non-material signal could be sent through, so they had devised material ones: missiles whose warheads had been replaced by very simple transponders and very complex nav computers that might attempt the displacement transit that had heretofore been the exclusive province of manned vessels. Of course, they knew better than to rely on such new and chancy devices; the odds against one of them making a successful transit were overwhelming. So Aelannis ships had foregone a second missile salvo, instead devoting their entire launching capacity to a swarm of the new drones that wouldthey hopedbeat the odds by sheer numbers.

DiFalco expected exultation on Variens face and saw annoyance. Only two, out of all those drones !

Thats exactly two hundred percent of what we need, DiFalco snapped. Aelannis there! Mister Farrell, execute Plan Omega, Phase One!

Fusion drives roared and, at an acceleration that only their counteracting artificial gravity fields made endurable, they began their run at the displacement point. By the time they reached it, they had built up such a velocity that precise computer control was required to activate the gravitic pulse that would hurl them through it at precisely the right moment. But the programming did its work, and they burst into the Tareil system at a pace that would normally have been sheer insanity for attackers of a defended displacement point.

At least, DiFalco thought as the stars rearranged themselves into the sky of Raehan (the sky Aelanni grew up with, flashed through his mind), the speed of their transition didnt seem to intensify its discomfort. Then the instrumentation stabilized, and scanners began to detect the drifting wreckage from which they could deduce the full dimensions of what Aelanni had wrought.

Holy shit, DiFalco breathed, looking up from the readout. Varien muttered something in Raehaniv.

Then they were in among the fields of ball bearings the Korvaasha had strewn along the emergence heading. The millions of dense little objects would normally have reduced ships moving at their velocity to collanders. But each cruiser put out its forward deflector shield and, like a man advancing into driving rain with an umbrella held in front of him, drove grimly through the metal storm.

Colonel, Farrell called out, weve pinpointed Aelannis force, and their pursuers. The tactical holo tank activated, revealing a small cluster of friendlies and a larger mass of bogies on converging courses only a few degrees apart.

It was, DiFalco thought dourly, going suspiciously well. Aelanni had led the Korvaasha on almost precisely the chase they had planned on. Now theyd have to start playing it by ear.

Mr. Farrell, resume acceleration on optimum pursuit course. And give me a projection on when we can expect to catch up to the Korvaash force.

Fusion drives that had been cut off for the transitno need to unnecessarily complicate an already tricky maneuverreawoke, and again there was a slight surge before the compensating fields could take hold. Ahead of them, the pyrotechnics intensified as ball bearings impacted the deflector shield at an even higher relative velocity and were burned out of existence by lost kinetic energy that had to go somewhere.

Ready with that computer projection, Colonel, Farrell reported. DiFalco nodded, and the holo tank awoke into new activity as glowing lines curved ahead along projected courses at accelerated time. Aelannis green fine and the red Korvaash one slid together while his own green track was still some little distance away. Then it, too, intersected the others, and all three continued on together in what would be an embrace of death.

Aelanni would just have to take it for a while.

Varien was also looking at the tank, face expressionless. DiFalco recalled his own attempts to convey the difficulty of coordinating simultaneous force deployments over vast separations of space and time, but he did not remind Varien of it. My character must be improving, he thought gloomily.

Continue on course, Mr. Farrell, he ordered. And pass the word to stand by for combat with those immobile Korvaash units ahead. It looks like were going to pass them within missile range.





* * *




Grashkul kept outwardly impassive as he received the reportdelivered without inflection by Kaathgorof the seven newly arrived hostiles from Seivra. They had flashed past the damaged ships he had left to watch a displacement point that had seemed no longer so important, exchanging missiles in a brief spasm of violence, but had not paused. Instead, they had continued accelerating, adding onto a velocity that should have brought them to grief in the obstructed zone. And now they were on a course which would bring them into the battle that was about to begin with the nine mysterious intruders that had savaged his fleet and now approached this systems asteroid belt on their sunward course.

Inwardly, his guts seethed. Kaathgor could, of course, not remind him that his own impatience had prevented the chief of staff from reporting the heading of those missiles of the second salvo, which would have mandated the incredible conclusion that these raiders, already here in the Tareil system, were somehow connected with the conquerors of Seivra. No, Kaathgor couldnt openly bring it upbut his entire attitude fairly screamed it.

It appears, the chief of staff was concluding, that our cripples were unable to inflict appreciable damage on the newcomers in the brief time available to them.

Of course not, Grashkul replied testily. They were unprepared, and most of them have damaged targeting systems He let the futile line of thought die a natural death. It is clear that these two groups of inferior beings are acting in concert, he resumed, watching Kaathgor closely for anything that even resembled smugness. So we must defeat them in detail. We will overwhelm the ones who attacked us before those from Seivra can overhaul us.

There is another possibility, Effectuator, Kaathgor said diffidently. We could break off the engagement. The dynamics of our present astronomical situation would permit us to retire on Raehan if we commence the course change within

Preposterous! Grashkuls eye bulged with astonished fury. What are you suggesting? We could still defeat both these pathetic forces together in a straightforward battle, if we had to! Open fire on the ships we are pursuing as soon as we enter missile range!

As you command, Effectuator.

Grashkul turned away without even formally dismissing Kaathgor and studied the tactical display. Of course they would win. Of course. If he had still had his full strength of battleships, there would have been no doubt; he would have smothered those ships ahead of him in an avalanche of long-range missiles. But unfortunately, his losses had been heaviest in the missile-armed behemothsthe raiders must have specifically targeted them. So the brunt of the first battle would fall on the battlecruisers, which had been pulling steadily ahead and would come into energy-weapon range of the enemy only minutes after the missile engagement began. Of course, it would take them longer to close to the short ranges where energy weaponry was really effective.

His eye glowered at those nine blips. Who were they? Their design was pure Raehaniv, and he had been going on the working assumption that they belonged to the Free (of necessity, he used the Raehaniv word for the untranslatable concept) Raehaniv Fleet. But their order of battle for that fleet included no such ships. And how could they have gotten away from the carefully monitored asteroid region to launch an attack that had clearly originated in the outer reaches of the system, far from the ecliptic? (He would have words for the Obtainer of Foreknowledge after this was over!) And how could they be coordinating their actions with the mysterious occupiers of Seivra?

If Grashkul had been human he would have shaken his head ruefully. This newly incorporated region had yielded one surprise after another of late. Through all the centuries in which the Unity had expanded in precisely the manner predicted by the Acceptable Knowledge, nothing had ever surprised the Korvaasha.

Then the deck vibrated under him and he heard the rumble of the first missile salvo. Soon it would all be academic.





* * *




Liberators control room seemed to lurch as they absorbed another hit. Aelanni rapped out a series of orders, then studied the status readout.

They had given far better than they had gotten. Their defensive lasers had been able to cope with the big missiles from the depleted ranks of the Korvaash battleships. And their own missiles had taken toll of the advancing Korvaash battlecruisers until they had given out. But then the battlecruisers had drawn into energy-weapon range, and their massed laser batteries (specialized armaments were a feature of Korvaash ship designs) had begun to stab at her ships. They had fought back, with weapons enjoying the advantages of Raehaniv engineering. But the battlecruisers, in their ungainly massiveness, could absorb a lot of punishment. And they could mount a lot of weaponryeven crude, inefficient Korvaash weaponry. The brute mathematics of tonnage and firepower, which did not recognize gallantry as a factor, were inexorably wearing her force down.

Avenger had fallen out of formation early, and had by now ceased to communicate. Deliverer had blown up with a spectacular effulgence of light. Other ships had suffered various degrees of damage. Liberator had gotten off lightlybut not for long. The Korvaasha had now closed to plasma-weapon range, and the slugging match that was commencing could have but one conclusion.

Her eyes met Naeriys, and no words were necessary. Erics ships (Eric!) were still not even within missile range of the Korvaash battleships. When they did pull into range, they would face the Korvaasha alone.

Things would be different if we had deflector shields like the Terran ships, she thought, oddly calm. But then we wouldnt have had the drive modifications that enabled us to get here. It was a tradeoff we freely accepted.

Her eyes went to the viewport. Yes, the Korvaash battlecruiser that showed in all its hideousness on the screen was now visible, like a childs model toy across a twilit lawn. She turned to Rosen and knew that, in some ways, she mourned him more than anyone else. For all the rest of them were Raehaniv, and could not have done otherwise than be here. She felt she should say something. But then he gave his gently ironic smile, and his voice told her not to worry.

We gave them a good run, didnt we?

She smiled back. Yes we did. Then she reached out and grasped his hand, hard. (It would once have been unthinkable for a Raehaniv. He was right; they had changed.) And she spoke a word he had taught her. Shalom, Yakov.

Shalom, Aelanni.

Suddenly, their faces were bathed with light from the screen. An instant later, the tiny Korvaash battlecruiser in the viewport was replaced by a little bit of suna point of light which began to grow, and then was all the sky there was. The armorplast darkened just in time to save them from blindness, but spots continued to dance before their eyes as the glare died away, revealing an expanding halo of glowing plasma that had been a battlecruiser.

After a heartbeat, the dead silence in the control room was shattered as the communicator squawked. Calling the unknown vessels! Calling the unknown vessels! This is the Free Raehaniv Fleet. Please acknowledge.

In one unbroken motion Aelanni was out of her crash couch, across the control room, and at the comm console, elbowing the communications officer out of the way. This is Aelanni zhoMorna, daughter of Varien hleMorna. Please make visual contact.

At this range, neutrino-pulse communications were virtually instantaneous. The comm screen awoke, revealing a man in a highly non-reg version of the wartime Raehaniv fleet uniform.

Aelanni? His voice broke in an incredulous squeak. This is Yarvann hleTaren. Weve been maintaining surveillance of the Seivra displacement point, and we had a quick-response force to react to any developments out here, and and what am I babbling about? Arduin told us your father didnt die as is generally believed, but by now we had become certain that all of you were dead!

Suddenly, she could barely suppress a giggle as she quoted a saying of Erics people. The rumors of our death have been greatly exaggerated. Then she remembered herself, and glanced at the holo tank in which the Free Raehaniv ships were springing into life as the fleets computers began to talk to each other. Please continue to match vectors with us and the Korvaasha, Yarvann. We still have a battle to fight. Well explain everything later. But, she added, beckoning to Rosen, first of all, theres someone you should meet.





* * *




Grashkul stared fixedly at the tactical display and knew the ashen taste of hopelessness.

When the feral humans of the asteroids had set upon his battlecruisers he had ordered the battleships to alter course and attempt to reach Raehan. But the oncoming unknowns had followed, remorselessly continuing to close the range, and a missile duel had erupted that had soon exhausted his depleted magazines. And the victorious Raehaniv ahead had decelerated so as to cross his course, so that now the surviving battleships were about to come into range of their energy weapons. Missiles were still arriving from astern, but he hardly noticed the buffeting of near-misses.

This could not be happening. The Acceptable Knowledge, which had never failed the Unity before, did not allow for it. A universe without the solid and immovable foundation of the Acceptable Knowledges infallibility was a universe of unimaginable chaos, from which his mind shied away too quickly even to consciously reject it.

And yet it was happening.

Kaathgor approached slowly, dragging a leg that had been injured by a falling structural member, threading his way through the damage-control workers. Scanning reports another incoming spread of missiles, Effectuator. What are your orders?

For a moment that stretched and stretched, Grashkul was silent, eye staring unseeingly ahead. Kaathgor was about to repeat the question when the Effectuator of Expansion spoke almost inaudibly, to no one in particular.

Lies. All lies. Nothing but lies.

Before Kaathgor could ask him what he meant, a war-gods mace smote the flagship, and noise and flame became all the universe that was or could be.





* * *




But are you quite certain that this is the way I should put it? Varien sounded very dubious.

They stood in the midst of frantic activity as specialists established contact with their opposite numbers in the Free Raehaniv Fleet through specially-installed banks of communicators, coordinating the mop-up of the Korvaash remnants.

But Varien had the main console all to himself as he prepared, before they even rendezvoused with Aelanni, to broadcast a message that would blanket the Tareil system.

They had hastily cobbled the message together, and DiFalco had come into the discussion with the advantage of a man with a clear idea, and so had placed a strong imprint on the sheet of hard copy Varien now held before him, reading over once again with unabated skepticism.

I suppose, Eric, he continued hesitantly, if youre quite sure

Trust me. I know what Im doing. DiFalco shot a glance at the chronometer. Youre on!

Varien cleared his throat and took a breath. People of Raehan: I have returned





CHAPTER FIFTEEN




Daeliuv regarded Yakov Rosen and tried once again to overcome a sense of unreality. It want that the man across the table was particularly strange-lookingshort and stocky on Raehaniv standards, looking older than Daeliuv now knew he was, features and coloring faintly exotic, but overall nothing alarming. It was his very ordinariness which seemed wrong, even though Daeliuv had known about the Landaeniv for some time.

The Free Raehaniv had rendezvoused with Aelanni first, before Varien and his new allies had arrived. By now they had seen other Landaeniv, in all their surprising variety. But Rosen had been the first one they had set eyes on, and to all of them who had been present for that first visual pickup from Aelannis control room he remained the quintessential Landaeniv, imprinted on their minds with the strength of first impressions.

No, not Landaeniv, Daeliuv scolded himself. Terran. Must remember that.

He dragged his mind back to the subject at hand. So you found this abandoned base just after entering the system you call Terranova?

Yes, Rosen replied in his fluent Raehaniv. It was purely by chancea wildly improbable chance, as Ive often reflected in the years since. He frowned and sipped his wine. (The Free Raehaniv had been able to keep limited supply channels open, and the reception the two of them had gotten away from had been an occasion to warrant the breaking out of long-hoarded stocks.) I gather it was the same with the asteroidTuranau?that you Free Raehaniv discovered.

Precisely. It was only by sheer chance that we learned of this dead civilization that was operating in our part of the galaxy at the time humans appeared on Raehan. Daeliuv paused, then spoke almost plaintively. And your scientists are quite certain that your ancestors evolved on Earth?

Oh, yes. Thats been established for a long time. Theres no break in our worlds evolutionary history as there is in yours. Rosen was silent for a long, thoughtful moment, stroking the beard he had grown on Terranovait was thicker than any Raehaniv could have managed, Daeliuv noted. But you spoke of a dead civilization, Daeliuv. Are you absolutely certain its dead?

What?! Well there certainly doesnt seem to be any evidence that its presently active.

No. Not unless you count the fact that weve both been making these highly unlikely discoveries at the same timewhich also happens to be the time at which were coming into contact with each other. Can you imagine what the odds against that must be?

Daeliuv gave him a long, hard look. Then he smiled. Dont tell me you Lan Terrans believe in ghosts, Yakov!

Rosens intense expression dissolved into a wry grin. Oh, no. Not to worry. I cant really believe were all going through the motions as actors in somebody elses He stumbled to a halt. The Raehaniv for psychodrama was beyond him.

At any rate, Daeliuv said briskly, we cant let it concern us now. The freeing of Raehan has to take first priority. Speaking of which, its almost time for the conference.

So it is. Rosen drained his wine and stood up. Someday, after all this is over, I want very much to see Turanau. We need to do some very hard thinking about these matters.

We do, Daeliuv agreed.

Arduin had come out from the asteroids to join the combined fleets, and he and Varien had greeted each other with as much emotion as two Raehaniv of their generation were able to display in public. But the stream of pressurized catching-up had dried to an embarrassed trickle when Varien had inquired as to Tarlann. He had listened unflinchingly to the story of his sons capture.

His wife and children have never emerged from Gromorghs headquarters, Arduin had concluded. Beyond that, our sources have been able to learn nothing about them. Weve avoided contacting him, since were certain that theyre being held as hostages and we dont want to put him in an impossible position. Hes been keeping a very low profile. Our sources reporthe had avoided Variens eyeshes been walking with a limp.

He knew the risks, was all Varien had allowed himself to say. Otherwise, he had kept silent, alone with his pain.

Now he and Aelanni sat at the head of the conference table in Liberators briefing room. He translated English into Raehaniv for Arduin, Daeliuv, Yarvann and Miranni; Aelanni, backed up by Rosen, did the reverse for DiFalco, Golovko, Levinson and Kuropatkin. Captured Korvaash translation devices were being programmed for English, but they were still far from ready.

Our situation is as follows, Varien began his summary. Our light units and transports are proceeding as planned through the displacement point from Seivra, and have destroyed the crippled Korvaash ships there. They will rendezvous with us at Raehan, toward which we ourselves are now on course. We need to decide how to proceed when we arrive.

Daeliuv cleared his throat. The problem, he began with a didacticism that was perceptible even in translation, is as follows. The Korvaasha, true to their policy of holding conquered populations hostage, have placed their headquarters and other major installations in four of our chief cities, having razed large areas of those cities for the purpose. We have been able to learn enough about those installations to know that they are very strong, particularly the main one in Sarnath. To annihilate them from orbit would require high-yield nuclear ground bursts. To take them by storm would be a costly undertaking.

Miranni spoke up. Couldnt we simply sit in orbit and wait them out? If we offer them their livesas much as I hate to do ittheyd surely surrender eventually. They cant squat in their fortresses forever!

They wouldnt have to. DiFalcos face was set and grim. Dont you see? Time is on their side. Sooner or later, a Korvaash convoy or task force is going to pass through Seivra. The skeleton force weve got there now cant possibly prevent at least one of them from getting away and warning the rest of the Korvaash empire. All the Korvaash occupiers of Raehan have to do is hold out until relief arrives.

Erics right, Yarvann stated emphatically. He had felt refreshed ever since the initial round of meetings and mutual visits. He liked the Terrans!

Miranni ignored him and stared straight at DiFalco. What are you proposing, then? That we missile the fortresses from space, obliterating our own cities?

No, DiFalco answered slowly, giving Varien plenty of time to translate and wishing the Global Wars-era Raehaniv hadnt rejected with horror the kind of precision kinetic-energy weapons that might have spared them this dilemma. But they had, and that was that. I fully appreciate that thats an unacceptable solution. Your resistance fighters and our Marines will just have to go in and take those fortresses by ground assault. Theres no alternative.

Arduin spoke just as slowly. You realize, Colonel DiFalco, that an all-out ground battle will also wreak horrible devastation on a city? Not as much as a nuclear weapon, of course, but

Damn it. Levinson broke into Variens running translation. Of course we realize that. But I dont hear anyone offering any better suggestions. He took a deep breath. Two or three generations ago, Americansthats my and Colonel DiFalcos people, on Earthsomehow got the idea into their heads that in war nobody is supposed to get killed, and therefore if people do get killed it must mean somebody has been incompetent. Like most of the things Americans of that era liked to believe, it was bullshit. Varien supplied a sanitized translation. Face it: theres no clean, painless, bloodless way youre going to get your planet out from under the Korvaasha and their human storm troopers. He had heard about the Implementers, and the loathing the stories had called up had come from the memories in his very genes.

We cant argue with your logic, Arduin spoke heavily. But the fact remains

The fact remains, Miranni blurted out, that its Raehan, our world, that youre talking about. Could you apply the same cool rationality if it were your Earth?

DiFalco was opening his mouth to answer when Varien held up a hand. With your permission, Eric, Id like to respond to that. Aelanni, please translate into English. He turned to the Free Raehaniv side of the table and switched to their tongue.

I understand what youre feeling, he said, very gently, addressing all of them in the second person plural but looking Miranni in the eyes. For a long time we Raehaniv have regarded war as a demon that might be summoned up merely by thinking about it in realistic terms. Even you of the Free Raehaniv Fleet still flinch from looking the demon squarely in the face whenever you can possibly avoid it. So did I, until recently. But if we are to end our worlds agony, we must face it! To prolong war by shrinking from the measures necessary to end it is merely moral cowardice masquerading as moral delicacy. And to impugn the motives of those who advocate those measures is to compound the felony with intellectual dishonesty. Dont resent the Terrans because theyre asking you to make the kind of tragic choices we Raehaniv have been able to avoid for so long. On the day we encountered the Korvaasha, our lives became a long chain of tragic choices. Thanks to the Terrans, we may now have the chance to break that chain! You all know by now the risks theyve taken to give us that chance. And remember: for them, destroying the fortresses from orbit would be the safe, easy way. In the ground assault Colonel DiFalco proposes, many of his Marines will die so that our cities may live.

Mirannis eyes fell, and there was a long, long silence.

Finally, Arduin spoke gruffly. Youre right, Varien. So are you, Colonel DiFalco. Well do whatever we have to do. There were low sounds of agreement from Miranni and Daeliuv, and a loud one from Yarvann.





* * *




Tarlann raised his head from the floor to which he had been flung, and looked up, and up, and up. Gromorgh stood before him.

You know why you have been brought here, came the slow, tinny bass from the translator pendant. You undoubtedly heard the broadcast from the feral inferior being claiming to be your father.

So thats going to be the official line, Tarlann thought dully. Of course he had heard the broadcast; so had everyone on Raehan who had a receiver and had been alerted. The Resistance had been spreading the word that something big and mysterious was going on. He hadnt needed his old close contacts to hear the whispers.

He had listened, and wept, and then sat down to wait. In the old days he would have gone to Dormaels and been spirited to a safe bolthole. But now there was nowhere he could go, nowhere they could not seek out the homing beacon they had implanted in his flesh.

The Implementers had come soon afterwards and taken him to the Korvaash stronghold, where he had expected to at least see Nissali and Iael once more. But he had seen no one; they had locked him in a holding cell and, to all appearances, forgotten about him. Finally, after a time of cold, filth and barely edible slopshe could not say how long a timethe Implementers had returned and taken him to this chamber.

He cautiously raised himself a littlehis neck felt like it was breaking, looking up at this angle. Yes, Director. I heard it. I have no special information concerning it.

I did not expect you to, given your demonstrated uselessness as a double agent. It is, of course, a palpable fraud, intended to raise morale among the feral elements here on the planet with its fantasies of allies of your own species from beyond the stars, and of technological developments which are logically impossible, being unforeseen by the Acceptable Knowledge. It can have no effect except to incite futile acts of rebellion and delay your races inevitable incorporation into the Unity. No, your father and sister are dead. The claims in the broadcast are as impossible as its accounts of imaginary triumphs are exaggerated.

Puzzlement grew in Tarlann. Why was the Korvaasha telling him all this, with such un-Korvaash prolixity? It was almost as if

With almost physical force, the realization came. Gromorgh was, indeed, reciting an official linea line to which he himself needed to demonstrate his adherence, for the benefit of whoever might be listening. The Director of Implementation was actually frightened!

The thought was so dizzying in its novelty that Tarlann forgot his inhibitions for an instant. If this is so, Director, then why have I been brought here? As soon as it was out of nis mouth, Tarlann braced for the impact of a truncheon. But none came, and a heartbeat passed before Gromorgh replied.

You may be of some use as a hostage, even though we are not, of course, actually dealing with your father. If the feral inferior beings mean to sustain this charade, they will have to seem to be influenced by threats to your life.

All at once, Tarlann could no longer keep himself in a crouch. Moving as if in a dream, he rose shakily to his feet and looked straight up into that disturbing eye. Both Gromorgh and the Implementers were, he supposed, shocked into immobility, but that was unimportant. All that mattered was what he now knew.

Yes, he began slowly, you need a hostage, dont you? You and I both know you do. His voice picked up tempo. And every word in the broadcast was true, wasnt it? And so were the rumors before that. He threw back his head and, for the first time, a peal of joyous laughter was heard within those walls. Father is back, and Aelanni, and their allies, these Terrans, and together were going to rid the universe of you and your maggot-eaten Unity!

The spell broke. An Implementer stepped forward and kicked Tarlanns legs out from under him. He tried to stay in fetal position against the rain of blows, but a kick to the kidneys made him arch his back with a gasp of pain. But before the beating could continue, the flat mechanical voice spoke.

Enough. Take him to the maximum-security level and confine him with his son. Tell Laerav that he is not to be damaged to such an extent as might jeopardize his hostage value.

Tarlann had never realized the extent of the Korvaash fortress. As he was taken down through successive levels, he saw that the brutally intrusive structure in the heart of Sarnath was merely the tip of a subterranean iceberg of weaponry and torment.

The penultimate level was the worst, with its packed cells and much-used torture chambersno real attempt had been made to clean up the results of their use. He could see why, for the Implementers who worked these levels matched their surroundings. He could detect his guards disdain. Evidently there was social stratification even among Implementers, and these barely human creatures were the pariahs, the untouchables of that hierarchy of debasement.

But his destination was lower still, the lowest level of all. He wondered if it had been planned that way, requiring the maximum-security prisoners to pass through the regions of nightmare.

The final enormous doors crashed open, and Tarlann was shoved through into a chamber that was on the larger-than-human scale of everything the Korvaasha built, and which also had the characteristic dreary, half-finished look. Piping and cables ran through crudely cut openings in ceiling and walls, and hissing steam escaped periodically from vents, varying the dull metallic clanging and booming that pervaded all Korvaash interiors.

But Tarlann had eyes and ears for none of this. All he heard was the cry of Father! and all he saw was Iaels ragged figure stumbling toward him.

For some timeless length of time they embraced in a silence that was too full to hold any words. Finally, Tarlann raised his head and looked around at the chambers emptiness.

Your mother ? Iael gulped several times, then spoke in a series of disjointed fragments. They brought us here She wouldnt talk, or eat I tried to feed her, but at last she His features seemed to crumple, and his voice dissolved into an uncontrolable spasm of dry, wracking sobs. Tarlann held him again, more tightly than before.

At last Iael could speak in an emotionless monotone. They used to come here and yell at us about what would happen to us if you didnt do as you were told. I couldnt understand all of the things they said. Mother never paid any attention to them. It was as if she didnt even know they were here she just sat and hummed little songs to herself. It made them even madder.

But they couldnt do anything about their anger, of course, Tarlann thought. The captives must be preserved in undamaged condition, lest their later destruction seem but a merciful release from repetition-dulled pain and degradation. He saw no purpose in telling Iael what the boy had been spared by Gromorghs desire to preserve what he had called hostage value.

It hadnt saved Nissali, though. She had died of starvation and of her bodys sheer lack of will to go on living in a world from whence her mind had already fled.

Farewell, my love. I wanted to see you one more time, but it is as well that I did not. I will remember you as you were.

For a long time, in the dank, echoing chamber, he clung to the son who was all that he had left, and wondered where was help.





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Attention on deck!

The Marines rose to their feet, the handful of Raehaniv ones with the eagerness of newbies and the Americans and Russians with the hangdog fatalism of veterans. The Raehaniv would get over it, Thompson thought as he walked down the center aisle with Kuropatkin and Tartakova. He mounted the podium and faced the packed ready room.

As you were. Well begin with the intelligence portion of the briefing.

Kuropatkin stood up and activated the holographic globe of Raehan. Little meteors of light swept slowly around it, indicating the orbital paths of their ships; Thompson had given up trying to understand how the Raehaniv did that.

The red lights indicate the four cities with major Korvaash fortresses, Kuropatkin began. His English had improved immeasurably. The orange lights mark those of their missile sites in the hinterlands whose locations we know, either from the Raehaniv Underground or from their own activity since we took up orbit. These will be taken out as our assault is commencing, as they are in relatively empty areas where we can use nuclear weapons. But we are certain that there are others.

Of the four headquarters fortresses, the central one in Sarnath, the planetary capital, is naturally the strongest. One of the four red lights blinked for attention. It has therefore been decided to commit the bulk of our powered-armor assets there. The other three will be left for the Raehaniv Resistance, with the aid of one Marine platoon for each. Major Thompson will go into specific unit assignments later. But this is the general pattern of deployment your assault shuttles will follow. Lights crawled around the image of Raehan, and patterns of smaller lights broke off from them, curving down to the planetary surface.

The landings will, of course be made under cover from the utility shuttles that have been reconfigured as atmospheric fighters

Thompson raised his hand. A couple of questions, Boris. Kuropatltin didnt even sigh. He had long ago given up trying with the Americans. Not even his threat to rob them of their fun by legally changing his name to Boris had worked. How are the Raehaniv Resistance types, who cant possibly have much in the way of heavy weapons, going to be able to take major installations like those with only minimal support? And how are our improvised combat shuttles going to avoid being eaten alive by Korvaash atmospheric fighters?

To answer your questions in order, Major Thompson, the Russian replied with pointed formality, the Raehaniv Resistance is better-armed than you might think. Remember, Varien readied their arms caches before his departure, in collusion with elements of the Raehaniv military. They dont have powered combat armor, of course; we had to recreate that on Terranova out of Raehaniv history, and until we did, it hadnt existed for five centuries. But otherwise they have the best that a personal fortune of almost inconceivable extent could buy.

As for Korvaash atmospheric fighters, there arent any, at least not on Raehan. Fighter tactics require a degree of individual initiative which does not come naturally to the Korvaasha, or perhaps is merely disapproved of by their rulersor, perhaps, centuries of the latter have resulted in the former. At any rate, they dont use them except when necessary to counter a specific threat, which has not been the case in their occupation of Raehan. They do, however, have antiaircraft weaponry which will pose a grave danger to our pilots.

Major Tartakova will now describe your targets.

Irina Tartakova stood up, as formidably expressionless as evernobody ever called her Natasha to her faceand the globe of Raehan was replaced by a hologram of the central Korvaash headquarters in Sarnath. Then new images began to appear beneath the plane of light that represented ground level, layer after layer of them, down and down like a cancer eating into the flesh of Raehan beneath the skin. This may be regarded as a minimal representation of extent of Korvaash works, Tartakova began. She went on to describe extrudable weapon emplacements, sliding blast doors, branching tunnels for escapes or sallies, and all the other products of a long-established school of military engineering.

When she was finished, Thompson smiled crookedly. And now, Major, whats the good news?

Good news? Oh, I see. You joke. Ha. She reflected a moment. Well, everything in fortress is built to Korvaash scale. In fact, their architecture uses proportions even larger than they need, doubtless for reasons inherent to their psychology. So corridors, doorways and so forth can accomodate your powered combat armor, which is normally unusable in enclosed spaces.

Thompson turned and faced the room. Alright, people, you heard the lady. We can kick butt in any and all parts of that fortress. We wont have to wait outside and let the Raehaniv Resistance have all the fun. A chorus of theatrical moans and groans arose. He smiled sweetly. And kicking serious butt is exactly what were gonna do. Youve all heard the stories of whats been going on planetside, about the Korvaasha and their human goons. All at once there was total silence. Well, Thompson continued softly, I think this will be one of the times when we get to enjoy our work. Then, all business, Attention to unit assignments





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Viewed from a distance, the titanic Korvaash fortress in the heart of Sarnath had always suggested to Dorleann some obscene metal plug violating the world. Tonight, lit up amid the blacked-out cityscape, it seemed even more an unnatural intruder than usual.

He put away his electronic binoculars and descended the stairs of the deserted building. Raenoli was waiting for him at street level.

Is everything ready?

She nodded. Yes. Weve gotten as many noncombatants into the slidewalk tunnels as we can. The moving ways had been without power for some time, but the passages where they went under the great citys lowest levels might afford some protection from the destructive energies about to be unleashed upon old Sarnath.

As the Korvaasha had gradually withdrawn from more and more of the city, consolidating their defenses, Dorleanns Resistance units had moved quietly in. Now they were in position, distant from the fortress lest they be caught in the air attack that would preceed tomorrows landing from the orbiting fleet.

The four urban fortresses around the world would be attacked simultaneously, as the dawn line was about to touch Sarnath. Sunrise would be heralded by another kind of light.

In unconscious unison, their eyes rose to the zenith. It was a clear night, and the orbiting ships could be seen as streaking lights.

We should try and get some sleep, Dorleann said awkwardly. They were all alone.

I doubt if we can, Raenoli said. I know I cant. And we may never have another chance, Dorleann.

Arm in arm, they descended the steps to the basement hideaway, leaving the street empty and waiting.





CHAPTER SIXTEEN




H-hour struck, and Raehan shuddered to a drumroll of nuclear impacts as the Korvaash missile bases were obliterated. They fought back with countermissiles and lasers, but eventually the defenses were saturated and the bases perished in fusion fire. Before dying, they got off as many of their own antispacecraft missiles as possible, and the Terran and Raehaniv ships grimly raised their own defenses. In vacuum, without a medium to transmit shock wave and thermal pulse, nuclear weapons arent quite the terror they are in atmosphere. But none of the ships in orbit around Raehan could survive a direct hit.

With the immeasurable advantage of sitting at the top of the gravity well, the human allies were able to stave off serious damage. But they were grimly certain that other Korvaash missile stations hid under other remote regions of Raehan, waiting. And they knew that the missile engagement, for all its frightfulness, was only a preliminary. Already the drop shuttles were falling planetward, commencing this days real business.





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In the no-frills converted utility shuttle, the jolt when the grav repulsion took hold was almost like the opening of an old-fashioned parachute. Naeriy loved it.

She brought her fighter swooping around into the proper heading, then ignited the fusion drive. A sword of violet-white flame stabbed out from the stern, and G-forces pressed her back into her seat as the fighter leaped ahead.

Normally, grav repulsion involved tradeoffs between altitude and lateral thrustand, of course, other factors such as available power, for it was an energy hog. The shuttle had power to burn, and with the statutes against using fusion drives in atmosphere now a dead letter she could use the gravs purely to maintain altitude. The shuttle wasnt designed as a high-performance atmospheric craft, of course, but the generator now installed in the nose deflected the wind with an immaterial shield.

She lost altitude and arrowed eastward over the starlit ocean. Her acceleration had left sound far behind, and she knew the water was boiling in her wake. Seen through her light-gathering optics, the ocean waves ahead were reduced to a blur by her speed. She sighed with pure contentment and silently thanked Aelanni for allowing her this. Her flag captains position had become redundant now that Aelannis was no longer an independent command, so she had been able to wrangle this assignment, flying one of the little craft with which she had fallen in love the first time she had test-flown one on Terranova.

There! Up ahead was the coastline. With breathtaking speed it swept under her, and she suddenly needed to pay attention to her altitude. She cut her powerit always depressed her a littleand used the gravs to kill some of of her velocity. Finally she cut the fusion drive altogether and proceeded on gravs alone. They could manage a respectable speed at this treetop-clipping altitude, with the deflector to keep the craft from being buffeted by airflows it was never intended to handle. Very little time passed before Sarnath appeared, silhouetted against the first ruddy glow of dawn.

They didnt detect her until she swept over the outskirts of the city. Heavily-shielded portals opened and underground weapons turrets rose up through the urban wasteland of rubble and twisted metal that surrounded the fortress. Missiles and lasers began to stab at Naeriys fighter. Her computer riposted with puffs of anti-laser aerosol and clusters of little missiles that homed on the Korvaash fire-control sensorsthe equivalent of Terran ARAD. As she got closer, mass-driver artillery tried to hose her down with streams of hypervelocity metal darts. The computer interposed the deflector. All the whilea very short whileNaeriy concentrated nervelessly on the magnified image of the onrushing fortress, with its superimposed target designator.

She released a pair of fire-and-forget missiles, then followed them in, watching them impact and raking the fortress with lasers before pulling sharply up.

Gaining altitude, she committed another criminal offense by doing a slow turn over the city on grav repulsion. Coming around, she did some computer-assisted damage assessment and confirmed that the others were coming in behind herTaelarr was already starting his run.

Bet that spilled their wine in there! She was still very young. Now to line up to cover the assault shuttles landings.





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The rolling thunder died away, and Dorleann and Raenoli cautiously raised their heads and peered over the barricade. They had never seen actual battle, and the gods of war were granting them a spectacular first look by the first light of morning, as the fighters swooped in from the west to meet the dawn.

Even at this distance, the ground had jumped beneath their feet when the attackers missiles had punched in the walls of the fortress with their shaped-charge warheads of ultra-energetic chemical explosives. Now they looked avidly through their electronic binoculars at the results.

Can any of them still be alive in there? Raenali asked, awestruck.

Remember, its only the above-ground structure thats being hit at all. Nothing can touch the underground portions, short of nuclear weapons. But they did make some holes for us and the Marines to enter through. Dorleann paused and checked his chronometer. Speaking of the Marinesthey had learned the word through their contacts with the Free Raehaniv Fleettheir assault shuttles must be about to depart. Lets start toward the rendezvous area.

They rose to their feet and turned to their unit leaders, clad like them in the combat dress of the wartime ground defense force that had never been used in the face of an enemy willing to call down nuclear devastation from orbit on any organized resistance. The coverall, with its ablative layer and its plates of metal-fiber composite armor for vital areas, and the HUD-equipped helmet, were more than many of their troops could boast. But at least there were enough of the Saelarien rifles to go around. The weapon was a Fourth Global War design, resurrected during the war. It used a binary-gas chemical propellant to fire either of two kinds of rounds from side-by-side magazines: armor-piercing high explosive or saboted penetrator core, at the firers choice. It also incorporated an integral grenade launcher. In addition to standard electro-optical sights, it had HUD connection capability for those with helmets that could accept it.

Dorleann had also been able to scrounge enough single-shot portable missile launchers to give at least one to each squad; his special-weapons squads had magazine-fed semiportable ones. Finally, there were a few semiportable railguns which, unlike handheld ones such as those the Implementers favored, could accelerate slugs rather than needles. They and the rocket launchers were the only weapons Dorleann had that would be of any use whatsoever against fully enhanced Korvaash cyborgshe somehow doubted if the cyborgs would hold still long enough for his engineers to affix the explosive charges they were bringing along to use on the fortresss internal walls.

Orders were passed, and the pick of the Raehaniv Resistance began to converge on the area where the Marines assault shuttles were to land. As they began to thread their way cautiously through the urban maze, they saw the last of the attacking fighters take a direct hit and spin down like a flaming cartwheel into a distant row of buildings. Dorleann reminded himself that modern Raehaniv did not believe in omens.





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Aelanni checked the latest figures and turned back to the communicator screen.

All the surviving fightersover eighty percent of the totalare circling in position to cover the landings in all four cities, she told DiFalco. Behind him, she could see one of Guadalcanals shuttle holds, and an assault shuttle in the last stages of loading.

Good, he nodded. Go ahead and activate the pre-recorded order: Land the landing force.  He grinned boyishly. Thompson taught me that one. Speaking of Thompson, Id better go if Im going to see him off.

Even at this moment, their gazes lingered on each other. Their reunion had taken place in the midst of frantic post-battle cleanup complicated by the whirl of meetings with the Free Raehanivall of which had been predictable, but that hadnt lessened their frustration. Their time alone together had been so limited that each of them could remember every stolen hour with the vividness of a dream interrupted by too-early awakening.

It didnt matter, Aelanni told herself. Whatever happened, theyd never be separated again.

Right, she finally said. Signing off. She cut the connection, and turned to face Varien.

Anything new?

No, he said slowly. No more unsuspected missile-launching stations in the hinterlands, it seems. Although they always seem to have just one more in reserve. He frowned in annoyance. The gradual one-at-a-time unveiling of the secret launching sites was not a tactic humans would have used, which made it unpredictable. Is Eric returning to this ship soon?

Yes, as soon as the last of the assault shuttles is away. She frowned. I cant see why he felt he had to go to Guadalcanal and personally supervise the final readying of the assault force. Thompson is quite capable

Eric is ordering men down to the surface to face death while he himself waits in relative safety, Aelanni. It doesnt sit well with him. You should know that much of him by now. He needs to involve himself as closely as his position allows with those hes sending into battle.

Oh, I know. I also know its one of the reasons men follow him. I sometimes think he wishes he could plunge directly into the fighting himself! She shook her head irritably, as if to shake away the thought. But he knows better, of course, nodding for emphasis. She was about to say something else when the computers voice spoke in tones of cybernetically calibrated urgency.

Alert! Multiple antispacecraft missile launches fron previously unsuspected site.

Shit! Aelanni spoke in English. How many of these secret missile stations can they have? She and Varien turned to face the master holographic globe of Raehan. A new orange light was blinking infuriatingly in the far-northern latitudes, where missiles were now roaring up from beneath the tundra. She wondered fleetingly how many Raehaniv slave laborers had been exterminated to preserve that locations secrecy.

Give me a targeting solution for that base, she told the computer. And analyze those missiles flight path. Korvaash tactics called for a missile site to announce its existence with a full salvo concentrated on one ship.

Acknowledged, the computer replied. Then, without appreciable pause: The missiles target is Guadalcanal.

Varien turned his head sharply toward Aelanni. She did not return his look. She was staring straight ahead, mouth slightly open, gazing unblinkingly at nothing that was visible to anyone else in the control room.





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DiFalco could hardly shake hands with Thompsonthe powered armors hands were mechanical clamps that could have crushed sheet steel, slaved to the opening and closing movements of the operators hands. But he looked up and met the Marines eyes through the viewplate.

Give em hell, Joel, he said, wishing he could think of something more original.

Aye aye, skipper, Thompson replied, through the external speaker. The other armored giants had filed aboard the shuttle, and the two of them were alone on the holds deck, which would soon swing open and allow the shuttle to drop toward the planet far below. The transport had a series of such holds, each with its shuttle. The others held regular infantry, clad in non-powered articulated combat armor and limited to weapons that a mans unaided strength could carry.

And now, Thompson continued, glancing at his HUD chronometer, its time for you headquarters types to clear the hold!

And get back to where we belong, DiFalco finished for him. He gave a jaunty salute as Thompson walked up the ramp, then turned toward the hatch on the far side of the hold.

All at once a deafening whoop-whoop-whoop sounded, and the the intercom awoke thunderously. Red alert! Red alert! Incoming missiles! Simultaneously, the hatch began to slide shut as the ship sealed itself off into airtight damage-containing compartments.

DiFalco sprinted for the hatch, getting about halfway there before realizing he couldnt possibly make it. Then, as the hatch clanged shut, a red light began to flash and a new recorded voice added itself to the din. Stand by for decompression! And, with a hissing sound, the air began to bleed out of the hold in preparation for releasing the shuttle.

Without conscious thought, DiFalco reversed direction and ran for the shuttle. Damn! The ramp had raised up into the hull, sealing it. And the air in the hold was getting thinner.

Lets see, he thought like an automaton, Im wearing a Raehaniv-issue shipsuit, yes, thats right, get that hood out and up and over! But when this deck under me swings open Ill be spilled out into orbit, and the life support doesnt last long. I cant shout from inside this hood, even if it would do any good, which it wouldnt. Got to get into the shuttles visual pickups, maybe theyll see me and . . .

The deck seemed to jump under his feet as Guadalcanal took a near-miss, and the ships pain belled through the hull. DiFalco was thrown to the deck, head spinning. Just as things started to steady, the deck began to tiltand he knew that wasnt his head, for he began to slide along the smooth expanse, and a little crack of star-filled blackness appeared, and grew

The clamps grasped his upper arm with superhuman strength. He found a split second for amazement that Thompson could manage such fine control of the servomechanisms as to not break his bones, as the Marine lifted him up, almost pulling the arm out of his socket, and deposited him on the partially lowered ramp.

Inside, Thompson snapped unceremoniously, and as he was thrust into the shuttle DiFalco glanced down and saw the hatches that had been a deck yawn wide, with the blue curve of Raehan beyond. Then he was in and the ramp was up and sealed.

Now can we release? the pilot called out querulously.

Go! Thompson barked. The pilot slapped his control panel, cutting the power to the magnetic clamps that held the shuttle to the holds overhead. With a dropping sensation that seemed to send DiFalcos stomach up into his throat, the shuttle fell into infinity.

As soon as the artificial gravity took hold, DiFalco stumbled forward and looked over the pilots shoulder at the view-aft. Guadalcanal, showing her wounds, was rapidly dwindling in the screen. Then something seemed to flash in from the side, and the glare of the direct hit dazzled his eyes before the screen could automatically compensate.

He peeled back his hood and turned to Thompson. The others ?

All the shuttles got away, the Marine reported. We were the last to leavehad a little delay, he added, all blandness.

DiFalco flushed. Oh, yeah, I almost forgot: thanks for saving my bacon.

Powered armor couldnt reproduce a nothing-to-it shrug, but Thompsons face did it for him. Several lifeboats also made it, he continued. The captain of Guadalcanal knew the ship had had it after that near-miss. At least sixty percent of the crew must have survived.

Thank God for that.

Amen. And now Suddenly, Thompsons face took on an expression that defined the term shit-eating grin, and he gestured toward the after bulkhead where the spare suit of powered combat armor was stored. Having chosen to join us, he asked archly, would the Colonel care to make himself useful?

Im more the ornamental type, DiFalco grinned back. But now that you mention it, I was getting tired of feeling like a midget in here with you grunts!





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Neither Varien nor anyone else in Liberators control room felt like violating Aelannis silent misery.

They had heard the report of Guadalcanals death, and as the lifeboats had checked in she had overridden the comm officer to ask each of them if DiFalco was aboard. He was not, and no one had seen him during the evacuation. That the missile base that had claimed Guadalcanal was now a radioactive crater was clearly of no comfort to her at all.

Finally, Varien felt he must say something, however awkward. There may be other lifeboats, you know. They may not have all made contact.

Perhaps youre right, she sighed. Neither of them believed it for an instant, but it was a ritual in which each had to play out a role that included the pretense of belief. And now it was over.

Varien tried again. No one in the lifeboats actually saw him killed or injured, he began, attempting briskness. Aelanni smiled her gratitude to him, but shook her head slowly. He shut up.

After a moment, she spoke. Do you know what I was thinking while speaking to him for the last time? She chuckled joylessly. I was thinking that wed never be separated again

The communicator emitted a scream of static, over which a voice barely rose. Assault shuttle G-4 calling Liberator. Come in please. And please establish visual contact.

They looked at each other. No. That static-distorted voice couldnt be Without a word, Aelanni sprang to the console and switched on visual.

The image was a match for the voice signal, streaked and repeatedly disappearing altogether. But it unmistakably showed the open viewplate of a suit of powered combat armor, anf the face

Eric! What are you doing ? And what is that 

No time, Aelanni! Were starting to enter atmosphere, and the ionization is already playing hell with this signal. A screech of static came as if on cue, to confirm it. I was a little rushed when Guadalcanal was hit. This shuttle was my only way off. So now Im headed down with Thompson. Ill be in touch as soon as possible. I love you. Ill

The static rose to a shriek, then died down to a low, steady roar, and the screen was all snow.

For a moment Aelanni was silent, emotions chasing each other across her face. Then she yelled at the screen.

You did this on purpose!

Then she collapsed into the chair, weeping with all the tears she had been holding since the first word of the attack on Guadalcanal and could now release. Varien stood behind her, massaging her shoulders and smiling a gentle smile.





CHAPTER SEVENTEEN




Afterwards, it occurred to DiFalco that he should have thought of the fact that he was setting foot on Aelannis world. But at the time, his only impressions as he came down the shuttle ramp in the smoke-dimmed early morning sun were of ravaged cityscape, the fighters swooping overhead as they expended their last missiles covering the landing and, above all, the sounds of battle.

A small group of Raehaniv in combat dress came out from behind wreckage, one of them carrying the transponding beacon that had guided them to this particular part of the landing zone. Anotherthe leader, if DiFalco remembered his wartime Raehaniv rank insigniastepped forward.

Major Thompson? he asked with a heavy accent.

Here, Thompson said, motioning forward one of his Raehaniv Marines to translate. But this is Colonel DiFalco. Hes the senior man here.

Its your show, Major, DiFalco demurred. Im just a flyboy whos out of his element and knows his limitations. He turned to the Resistance type. And you are ?

Dorleann hleToral, commanding. We werent expecting you to come here personally, Colonel DiFalco. He looked almost embarassingly impressed. All my units are in position by now, although we had to fight our way here. As you know, the Korvaasha have tunnels running from the fortress to various locations in the surrounding areas of the city. As it turns out, they have more of them than we thought. Theyve been using them to mount flanking attacks on us as we advanced to this landing zone. But all weve encountered so far have been Implementers. They must be holding their Korvaash cyborgs of the warrior elite in reserve and expending their cannon fodder. At any rate, weve taken losses, but we beat off all the attacks.

Even in translation, Dorleanns pride in his people was evidentthey had met their first trial by fire and not broken. DiFalco and Thompson looked at each other wordlessly, knowing that the Implementers were as new to actual battle as the Resistance, and that the real test was still to come.

All right, Dorleann, DiFalco spoke diplomatically. It sounds like your people could use a breather. As we advance toward the fortress, I suggest that Major Thompsons Marines take the flanks





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The immense doors slid open with a grinding clang and Gromorgh entered the vast chamber where a crowd of Implementers waited, flanked by Korvaash cyborgs.

Is there some problem? Gromorgh adjusted the voders volume to fill this space. I understand you have expressed reluctance to face armed opponents. Does terrorizing helpless civilians represent the limit of your capabilities?

There was much furtive exchanging of glances among the Implementers, and finally a Senior Assault Leader shuffled forward.

Director, he began, still cringing out of habit, weve followed your commands, and launched all ordered attacks against our fellow inferior beings of the Resistance. But now these Marines have landed from orbit. The word is that their elite units have got powered combat armor straight out of the Fourth Global War!

What of it? Gromorghs translator produced its usual expressionless Raehaniv. Inwardly, he was astonished. These worms were so terrified that their normal cravenness was in abeyance, overshadowed by something they feared more than the neurolash.

Director, were willing to face the Resistance, as weve shown. But if you send us out there now well be slaughtered! Send them! He pointed at the cyborgs who flanked Gromorgh, bulking even huger than normal Korvaasha, the chambers dim light reflected from their dully gleaming metal surfaces.

Gromorgh made a small gesture, and one of the cyborgs snapped up an arm that ended in a short tube tipped by a now-clenched grasping mechanism. Faster than sight, with terrible force, the tube telescoped itself out to three times its at-rest length and punched through the Senior Assault Leaders chest.

The Implementer tried to scream, but his opened mouth produced only a gout of blood. The cyborg rotated the tube, a kind of wet crunching sound was heard, and then the tube was yanked out, clutching the Implementers heart in its metallic grasp.

The cyborg held the heart on display for an instant, men flung it into the crowd of Implementers. It smacked one of them in the face before falling to the floor.

Are there any further complaints or suggestions? asked Gromorgh in the mechanical tones of his voder.

He waited until the chamber was clearabout five secondsbefore turning and making his way to the elevator that took him down to the command center. The rest of the ruling council was there, observing the progress of the battle on a battery of screens.

Well, Director, Lugnaath greeted him, have you resolved the problem of your Implementers insubordination?

I believe they are now sufficiently motivated, Third Level Embodiment. But, as we realized from the first, their usefulness has limits. I will continue to expend them, of course, but it may soon be necessary to commit the cyborg units in a frontal counterattack. As you can seehe indicated the main city map, with its color-coded lightsthe feral inferior beings have by now found the termini of almost all our tunnels and are in the process of sealing them with explosives. Soon it will no longer be possible to launch surprise flanking attacks. It was the prospect of having to frontally assault the new elements that have arrived from orbit that discouraged the Implementers.

Vermin! Sugvaaz spoke venomously. I have always felt that you rely far too heavily on them. But is a counterattack necessary at all? You have repeatedly assured us that this fortress is impregnable to ground assault.

And so it is, Conservator, Gromorgh assured him, carefully not adding the defeatist thought that it could have been made even more impregnable by the simple expedient of settingand making knowna nuclear device to obliterate the fortress and the city around it if an attack were to succeed. We could simply sit here and crush any attempts to gain entry. But that would leave us in a stalemate with the inferior beings effectively controlling most of the city. The purpose of the counterattack is to smash their ground-assault capability, not merely stymie it. This is especially important in view of the fact that matters are not going well with the other three urban headquarters. He indicated readouts from around the globe. Not unexpected, of course; this fortress is stronger than those by orders of magnitude, and all the cyborg shock units are here. So it is vital that we impress upon the inferior beings the futility of attacking us here, placing them back in their original dilemma of having to either destroy usand their capital citywith nuclear weapons or try to wait us out before relief arrives from the rest of the Unity.

Sugvaaz was silent. Very well, Director, Lugnaath said. So ordered.





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Naeriy stumbled again as she made her way through the wreckage-strewn streets. She cursed in the English that was so much more suited to the purpose than Raehaniv. The sun was getting higher, and sweat trickled down her inside the shipsuit. Still, she couldnt complain. It was a minor miracle that she had been able to ease her wounded fighter down to within a few meters of a vacant lot before the gravs had died and shed fallen the rest of the way. The landing had shaken her up, but nothing was broken. Now she proceeded cautiously toward the sounds of battle.

Coming to the end of a block she peered around the corner of a building, then jerked her head back quickly. The men she had seen had a look about them that suggested a group of deserters rather than a patrol. But they were unquestionably Implementers; they hadnt discarded enough of their gear to disguise that fact. She slowly reached for her laser sidearm.

Suddenly her upper arms were grabbed from behind with brutal strength. Hey! Over here! her assailant shouted. Look what Ive found!

The other Implementersex-Implementers?trotted around the corner. Well, well, one of them leered, watching Naeriys futile struggles. A flier one of these new arrivals whove fucked everything up for us! He turned to the others. We cant stay around here too long, but theres no reason we cant take a short break for a little fun.

He stepped forward and ran a hand over Naeriys shipsuit, lingering to squeeze a breast with vicious force. Her gasp of pain brought a smile to his face. Lets seehow do you get one of these suits open? Well, theres one way. He drew a knife. Naeriy recognized a monomolecular-edged blade. Of course, the suit isnt all this is gonna cut

A crack! sounded, and the Implementers head exploded in a pink-and gray mist that caused her eyes to blur. A wall down the street crumbled outward as the first of the towering suits of powered combat armor came crashing through it. The other Implementers started to bolt, but the Marine had switched his railgun to full-automatic now that he didnt have to carefully avoid hitting Naeriy, and he scythed them down, their bodies blossoming out in a shower of gore as the hypervelocity slugs tore through them. Naeriys captor held onto herhoping to use her as a hostage?but she hacked backward sharply. As his grip faltered she wrenched her right arm free, grabbed her laser pistol, and thrust it up under his jaw before pressing the firing stud. For a moment the stench of cooked brains and evacuated bowels overcame her. The next thing she was aware of was the deep, concerned voice.

Naeriy, is that you? Are you okay?

She looked up and recognized the dark face behind the powered armors viewplate. Yes, Major Thompson, Im all rightthanks to you. My fighter was hit and I was trying to find your troops.

Well, it looks like youve found us, he said cheerfully. Now we need to get back to the main body ASAP. These flanking actions seem to have died away, and were getting ready to assault the fortress itself. He reached down with one arm and scooped her up. If youll permit, we can travel faster this way. And none of us have been able to figure out a way to get fresh from inside one of these tin suits!

Her laugh had an edge of released hysteria, but at least it was a laugh. The counterattack came as they were nearing the fortress. Behind a wave of Implementers, blasted down almost contemptuously by the Marines, came the cyborgs, supported by weapon turrets that only now revealed themselves, rising up through the wreckage and belching death from heavy weapons to which powered combat armor meant little more than ordinary combat dress, or naked flesh. Their fields of fire were limited as long as the cyborgs were deployed, of course. But DiFalco knew that if they defeated the counterattack it would only be to face unrestricted fire from those massive plasma guns and mass-driver artillery when they assaulted the fortress. And he had to force down a rising suspicion that this was going to be toughera lot tougherthan they had suspected.

Weve got to send the Resistance troops back, Joel, he yelled into his communicator, above noise that even the armors soundproofing couldnt keep out.

Why? He could barely make out Thompsons voice.

Because its murder to send Dorleann and his merry men against the cyborgs, damn it! Theyll be eaten alivetheyre just simply playing out of their league, and you know it! He took a breath. I said this was your show down here, Joel, but if I have to make this an order

No need, Skipper; youre right. But let me keep a couple of Resistance special weapons squads on the front line. Theyve got some stuff that can make the cyborgs say Ouch. And theyre willingGod, but theyre willing!

Permission granted. Ill do the same. Signing off. As he spoke the last words, the cyborg squad broke upon them with the blinding speed that seemed to belie their bulk.

Semiportable mass driver guns manned by Marines in nonpowered combat armor fired back in a continuous crackle as their slugs broke mach. Those hyperdense rounds, accelerated at such a velocity, would have stopped a main battle tank of Earth, DiFalco reflected as he got his plasma gun up; the cyborgs would keep coming for a little while through a burst of them. Marines in powered armor fired back with their various arms (each was, in effect, a walking special weapons squad) and the sheer concentration of firepower became more than the heat-containing urban battlefield could seemingly hold.

A heavy weight crashed down on DiFalcos armored back and he went down, rolling over with the cyborg that forced itself on top with a strength exceeding even that of powered armor and tried to maneuver a forearm weapon mount of some kind against DiFalcos viewplate. The American made an activating motion with his jaw, and a foot-long blade of aligned crystalline steel sprang out of its powered sheath under his left arm. He drove it into the wiring at the base of the cyborgs throat, and was rewarded by a crackling noise accompanied by sparks. With the cyborg momentarily stunned, he pushed himself out from underneath and gripped one of its arms in his clamps with crushing force, and, with a tremendous heave, yanked the arm out. There was no blood, only the sparking of torn electrical circuitry. All lower-ranking Korvaasha were cyborgs in some degree, but one of these things was little more than a robot with an organic central processing unit that had once been a living beings brain.

In the instant it took the cyborg to assimilate the loss of the arm, DiFalco grasped his plasma gun, specially designed to be handled by the suits clampshis right arms integral laser weapon would have taken too long to burn through that tough metal hide. The cyborg had just staggered erect when he got off an insanely short-range shot while lying on his side, and in a senses-overpowering blast the cyborg ceased to exist save as a charred, sparking stump above its legs. DiFalco felt singed despite everything the armors temperature control could do, but at least the radiation shielding heldno warning squeal awoke in his ear.

As he performed the difficult maneuver of getting to his feet in powered armor, he saw that his troops had taken losses but were in possession of the field. He wondered how Thompson was doing.





Damn it, Naeriy, I thought I told you to go to the rear!

The young Raehaniv pushed back her borrowed combat helmet and looked up at Thompson defiantly. Ive attached myself to a special weapons squad the Resistance people are showing me what to do. Youve got to let me do something, Joel!

Oh, what the Hell! Thompson closed up his viewplate and spoke through the outside speaker. Get back to your unit, Marine! he barked, and turned away before she could smile dazzlingly at him. What a war! he muttered to himself as he strode off. And hed thought Colombia had been weird!

He continued his inspection of the perimeter, approaching a semiportable plasma gun emplacement. Whats the word, Suvarov? he called out, recognizing the crew chief.

The Russian raised the faceplate of his nonpowered armor. Quiet, Major. We seem to have stopped the counterattacks. At least we havent seen any more cyborgs since

A nearby structure that held another strongpoint took a hit that showered them with debris, and Suvarov frantically closed his faceplate as he ordered the plasma gun swivelled in search of targets. They must be close, Thompson reflected, since they had gotten off a shot without benefit of the laser target designators that, as they must have learned by now, only alerted the Marines to the fact that they were being targeted. And they must also be doing without the heat sensors that the Marines armor, with its IR cloaking feature, could defeat. So where were they?

Then they were visible, darting in and out of cover with that impossible speed. Thompson, whose plasma gun had long ago shorted outat least it seemed long agoput his mass driver gun on full auto and hosed one of them down, cutting the relatively vulnerable legs out from under it. Legless, it continued to try to hump itself forward with its arms. Fighting off a sensation of nightmare, Thompson put a burst through it lengthwise, from the top of the head down. It shuddered and jerked convulsively, as if from a heavy jolt of electricity, and finally lay still.

Suddenly, Suvarovs plasma gun, which had been laying down a barrage of lighning bolts and thunderclaps, blew up with a force that threw Thompson off balance. As he tried to right himself, a mass-driver slug crashed through the armor of his left arm with shattering impact, sending his own weapon flying and spinning him around to crash to the ground. His suits biomonitor reacted instantly with a painkilling injection, but the sudden chemical influx left him barely aware of the cyborg that was approaching, training its weapon on him. He closed his eyes.

It was as well that he did, for he missed the explosion. His sound pickup automatically tuned out the deafening noise, and he kept his eyes shut as flying debris rattled like hail on his armor. When he opened them, there was only wreckage where the cyborg had stood. From behind a pile of rubble, Naeriy stood up, still shouldering the missile launcher that looked too heavy for her.

Thompson, at the threshold of unconsciousness, managed a smile. Lady, you are somethin else! he breathed.

She went to her knees beside him and fumbled with the access hatch. Quick! she called to the Resistance troops that were busily setting up weapons emplacements. Help me get him out of this powered armor! And get a medic over here! Her voice was a little unsteady.

Thompson smiled again and let the darkness take him.





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The first missile impacts of dawn had been audible even down in the maximum-security level, and Tarlann and Iael had awakened, wide-eyed, to the dull crumps and the shouting of the Implementers that had, as time had passed, taken on an unmistakable tone of panic.

It was, Tarlann decided, time.

They had, of course, scanned him thoroughly and taken away anything that could possibly be used as a tool or weapon. But they had left him his clothes, including his shoes. Now, as Iael watched unblinkingly, he twisted off the left heel. Its interior, of what was to any Korvaash scanner exactly the same plastic as the right heel, fell out. He reaffixed the hollow shell of the left heel.

The research laboratories of the conglomerate Varien had left to him were on the leading edge of many new technologies, including electrically active plastics that could be encoded to respond to certain stimuli in certain ways. As Tarlann tapped the heel repeatedly against a pipe, crouching over to shield it from any surveillance pickups, it began to change shape. Iaels eyes got even bigger as it took on the form of a very small knife. Tarlann tested the edge. It wasnt crystalline steel, of course, but it would cut.

Father ?

Tarlann gestured him to silence and slipped the plastic blade into a pocket. He gave Iael a long look. We can only wait, he said noncommitally. The boys lips tightened and, with a steadiness beyond his years, he nodded.

He is so young, Tarlann thought. His youth is only one of the things the Koruaasha have destroyed.

Will anyone ever again have a youth like mine was?

After some interminable time, the door clanged open and three Implementers entered. The leader turned and pressed his thumb to the wall scanner, closing the door behind them. Then he swung around, and Tarlann saw a face burned into his memory as if by corrosive acid.

Yeah, its me, Laerav slurred. Working down heres usually a punishment detail, but I volunteeredme and these boys. He was drunk. Like his subordinates, he had a mag needler slung over his shoulder. He also held a monomolecular-edged knife with which he gestured at one of the other two, who grasped Tarlanns left arm and pulled it painfully up behind him.

Laerav thrust his face within inches of that of Tarlann, who had become the current focus of a lifetimes impacted, festering hate. The Director wouldnt let us hurt you, he spat. Just like he wouldnt let us have any fun with your crazy bitch of a wifeshe wouldntve been as much fun as the little cunt anyway. But now everythings turning to shit and nobodys paying attention. Im gonna cut you up real slow. But first youre gonna watch what Durlien does with your spoiled little prick of a son. He likes boys! Laerav grinned drunkenly. And then youre gonna watch us cut him apart before we start on you! Youre gonna pay for for my whole for everything! His voice had risen to a scream, and he was shuddering convulsively. Then he took a deep breath. Durlien, get started!

The Implementer holding Tarlann forced him to his knees and pointed him toward the corner where Durlien had trapped Iael and was forcing him to the floor, grinning idiotically. He had laid his mag needler on the floor.

Desperately, Tarlann fumbled for the plastic knife with his free hand while his captor watched Durlien eagerly. His fingers finally closed around the smooth hard coolness of the grip. With all the strength he could muster in this position, he stabbed backward.

With a roar of startlement and pain, the Implementer released Tarlanns arm to clutch with both hands at his stomach, from which the plastic handle protruded. Before Laerav and Durlien could come out of their haze of alcohol and anticipation, Tarlann lurched up and slammed a shoulder into his erstwhile captor, shoving him against Laerav. He cut himself open on the Assault Leaders almost infinitely sharp knife, screaming and lurching in convulsive agony and sending the blade flying out of Laeravs hand.

Durlien started to rise, then glanced back and had time for a split second of horror as he saw that Iael had grabbed his mag needler. The weapons recoil was small, but it was enough to throw the boys aim off and send a stream of hypervelocity needles arcing across the chamber. But the tracery of death crossed Durliens chest, ripping through his heart. Blood squirted from the little holes and gushed from his mouth.

With frantic clumsiness, Laerav started to unsling his own mag needler. But Tarlann, drawing on hysterical strength and quickness, dived for Laeravs dropped knife, scooped it up, swung around and up, and plunged the blade into Laeravs abdomen up to the hilt, slamming the Assault Leader up against the wall.

For an instant, they stood locked together in a silent tableau, with only a small trickle of blood coming from beneath the hilt that pressed tightly against the orange coverall. Laeravs eyes protruded and sweat poured from him. But he didnt move.

Yes, thats right, dont move, Tarlann whispered You know what this blade can do. If you move, youll just slice yourself on it.

Involuntarily, Laerav moved a little. It brought a gasp of agony and a renewed flow of blood.

Tarlann nodded. Now, Laerav, I want you to reach over to the thumbprint scanner and open this door. Ill guide your hand. Afterwards, Ill leave you with the knife still in; if you dont move, maybe help will reach you.

Eyes glazing over, Laerav obeyed. The door sensed his living thumbprint and slid grindingly open.

With a quick motion, Tarlann brought the knife down, the one-molecule-wide edge slicing effortlessly through everything it encountered and exiting through Laeravs crotch.

Laeravs eyes popped and he shattered the silence with a horrible, gurgling shriek as he watched his guts bulge out and fall with a plopping sound into a greasy, steaming pile on the floor.

I lied, Tarlann admitted genially.

Laeravs screaming died down to a kind of agonized rasping as he fell forward. Tarlann turned to Iael.

Collect their needlers. Well get others from the Implementers on the levels above while were freeing the prisoners. Iael sprang to obey while Tarlann stepped ouside the door and studied a schematic of the fortress, its writing in Raehaniv for the benefit of the Implementers.

By the time they departed, Laeravs noise had ceased.





* * *




They brought what was left of Dorleann back to the command post.

The Resistance leader had insisted on taking part in the latest futile attack on the ruinous-looking fortress that loomed up tantalizingly ahead. Once again they had been flung back.

And thats the story, DiFalco concluded, speaking into the ground-to-orbit communicator. Liberator was currently over this hemisphere, and he had brought Aelanni up to date. Our intelligence badly underestimated the defenses of this place. We cant put a dent in those heavy-weapons turrets, and we cant make any headway against them. If we could just reach that fortress, Im convinced we could take it. But we cant cross the killing ground around it.

The fighter-configured shuttles ?

Our fighters are a spent force. The ones that are left can keep circling over Sarnath indefinitely on grav repulsion, but theyve expended all their missiles. Their lasers are attenuated by all this smoke down herethe turrets laugh at them.

Silence fell in the little command post. Raenoli, now in command of the Resistance, sat quietly, face graven with unshed tears. ThompsonDiFalco had ordered the medics to bring him around with stimulantslay back, left arm encased in Raehaniv instacast spray. He would lose the arm (hypervelocity projectiles inflict no small wounds) but it was only temporary; the Raehaniv could force-grow a cloned replacement and graft it on. And he would live, at least if Naeriy had anything to say about it. She had not left his side, and she was still there.

DiFalco wiped his brow and knuckled his eyes againhe had never realized what a sybaritic luxury that was, for none of their training exercises on Terranova had ever overloaded the air conditioning systems of powered armor suits like the one he had just climbed out of. The suits had ingenious facilitiies for dealing with the bodys other wastes, but nobody had ever thought of the sweat that ran down the inaccessible brow into the eyes. All you could do was blink a lot. Note for future reference: issue tennis headbands to powered-armor troops.

Golovkos voicehe was also in on the hookup came from the communicator. Eric, its no good. Youve got to abort the operation.

NO! Weve come too far to stop now, damn it! I will not let these bastards stop us now! DiFalco startled himself with his vehemence.

Thompson tried to sit up, and Naeriy grasped his hand protectively. The Skippers right, he got out, gasping for breath. Weve paid in blood for this ground! If we cut and run now, a lot of good people will have died for nothing. I dont think well ever be able to mount a second assault. He actually grinned. Hell, Colonel Golovko, we couldnt break off this engagement if we wanted to! Without fighter cover, theyd shoot us out of the air as our assault shuttles lifted from this landing zone!

But, Eric, Aelanni asked, voice charged with urgency, how will you get into the fortress?

DiFalcos head hung for an instant, then he straightened. Youd better put all the heavy-duty intellects up there to work on that, Aelanni. Were open to suggestions! And, he added quietly, ask Yakov to mention this problem to God, will you? I think we need a miracle.





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Well, Director, Lugnaath spoke languidly, despite the failure of your counterattack, you appear to have been as good as your word concerning the invincibility of this fortress.

Gromorgh carefully didnt reveal his relief. He had experienced some bad moments when the counterattack had been stoppedwho could have imagined that these Marines would be able to stand up to the cyborgs? But it had been merely a disappointment, not a disaster. The fortress was still inviolate.

Indeed, Third Level Embodiment, he said unctuously. We can continue smashing these pathetic attacks indefinitely. Nothing can penetrate our defenses here. Nothing!

Behind him, the scanner lock beeped and the entrance to the command center slid open. Gromorgh turned, annoyed. No one should be entering now

No! It wasnt possible!

A disarmed Implementer was thrust in, and the ragged human scarecrow behind him pumped a burst of electromagnetically accelerated needles into the nearest Korvaash guard. More freed prisoners crowded in, cutting loose with their captured weapons. And Gromorgh recognized their leader

The ruling council rose to its feet as one in consternation, just in time to be mown down. Sugvaaz, with an inarticulate cry, raised his arm with its implanted laser mount. An adolescent human maleGromorgh thought he looked vaguely familiarfired a long burst from his mag needler, and the Conservator of Correctness staggered backwards, his eye seeming to explode and his brains spattering the wall behind him. Lugnaath was down, bleeding his life out from a dozen little holes, and Gromorgh knew he was next

No! Not him! the leader shouted. He came forward, mag needler in one hand and monomolecular-edged knife in another, walking with a slight limp.

Tarlann made sure the command center was secured and sentries posted before turning to where Gromorgh waited under the mag needlers of two of those whose torments he had decreed.

Gromorgh, he began, I wont make any promises that youre too intelligent to believe. But you can prolong your life if you tell me where the power controls are.

The Director of Implementation didnt even reply.

Tarlann smiled and quoted. I see that you need more incentive.

He turned to one of the fallen security guards and took the neurolash from its belt holder. It was heavy, and designed for Korvaash hands, but he could manage it.

As he approached Gromorgh, he thought he could detect odd motions, almost tics. Was this what Korvaash fear looked like? If so, it answered the question of whether this device affected the Korvaash nervous system.

At the touch of the lash, Gromorgh stiffened convulsivelyalarming in a being his size. His pendant was silent, for it didnt translate meaningless noise. But Tarlann could distinctly hear a sound like a distant, very deep foghorn.

Interesting, he thought with scientific detachment. The Korvaasha can make a noise thats audible in the human range, if its loud enough and high-pitched enough.

Well, Gromorgh? he asked, withdrawing the lash slightly. And I think you know better than to lie.

Still trembling, Gromorgh pointed to a console. Tarlann rushed to it and depressed a series of Korvaash-scale knobs. The pervasive hum died in a descending whine.

All at once, the command center was illuminated only by the red lights of emergency life-support power. And the din that filled the fortress began to subside as armored turrets ceased to move up and down into their protective pits and high-energy weapons fell silent.





Colonel! Theyve ceased firing!

I see they have, DiFalco acknowledged the lookouts report. He looked at Raenoli, standing beside him at this forward fire base where they were organizing their next desperate attack. She met his eyes, and no translation was needed.

It could be a trick, you know, DiFalco felt obligated to say. The Raehaniv Marine translated for him, but Raenolis only reply was to heft her Saelarien rifle.

Oh, Hell, we probably cant stop her and her people anyway. Might as well go along and try to keep em out of trouble.

Rationalization completed, DiFalco activated his suits communicator and spoke to his unit commanders. This is DiFalco. Forget the countdown. Commence attack now!

In a human wave whose lack of coordination would have brought tears to the now-sedated Thompsons eyes, Marines and Resistance swept toward the barn-door-wide holes that the fighters had blasted in the aboveground structure, streaming past the silent heavy-weapons turrets.





Tarlann rose from the console and turned grimly to his fellow ex-prisoners. All right, lets get that doorway barricaded. Were going to have company very soon.





The floor of the corridor jumped under their feet as the shaped-charge blastpack punched through the massive blast door.

All right, lets go! DiFalco yelled into his communicator, and they were through and into yet another corridor of Hell. Raenoli, he noted, was still with him.

There had been few Implementers, and most of them were trying to surrendersometimes successfully, as long as it was Marines they tried to surrender to. But the Korvaasha fought on. Few cyborgs were left, but a lot of ordinary security guards had appeared from branching corridors, and their advance down into the depths had been through nightmarish carnage.

A grenade exploded in their faces as they approached a turn of the corridor. DiFalco heard a scream from behind him, but his armor shielded Raenoli from the fragments that whined off it. She hit the dirt, or whatever, just as the Korvaash security guards came around the corner. DiFalco blasted one apart and Raenoli opened up with her Saelarien. She was using APHE ammo, and the guards torsos exploded in blood that was a lighter red than humanitys and guts that were more grey than pink. He stole a glance at her. She clenched her teeth tightly as she held the trigger down, and the tears that she was finally letting out made runnels in the blood and soot that covered her face. She must be going deaf in here, and she would require antirad treatment after this was over. Unarmored personnel had no business in this combat environment, but DiFalco hadnt brought it up, mindful of the First Principle of Military Leadership: Never give an order you know wont be obeyed.

Then the firefight was over, and they resumed their advance through the darkened fortress, down a ramp to the next level below. DiFalco activated his holographic HUD and consulted the schematic Intelligence had provided.

Lets see cant be much further to the command center.





The blast was deafening in an enclosed space, even one as vast as the command center. When Tarlann raised his head and peered over the console, he saw that the improvised barricade lay scattered. Then he ducked his head again, pulling Iael to him, for a shower of grenades was proceeding the Korvaash security guards into the center. The series of explosions seemed to roar on forever. Afterwards, for just an instant, there was quiet. Then the Korvaasha loomed in the smoke.

Tarlann stood up and opened fire. But the Korvaasha could carry weapons that made nothing of the consoles and command chairs his people sought to shelter behind. Just to his left, a hypervelocity slug crashed through one of the consoles, and an ex-prisoner was hurled against the wall behind them. He sagged to the floor, leaving a smear of gore on the wall.

Then one of the terrible projectiles smashed the mag needler from Tarlanns hands, breaking fingers. Another ripped through his thigh, shattering the femur. In an excess of pain, he crashed to the floor.

With a cry, Iael flung himself atop his father, trying to shield him with his boys body. Tarlann smiled faintly, and awaited death.

Gromorgh stood forth from behind the pillar that had sheltered him. He spoke to the guards, but his translator continued to translate, not having been told otherwise. Take those two alive. They must be saved for extraordinary punishment

There was a sudden uproar from the corridor outside, and the guard nearest the door turned to investigate, only to be flung back into the command center in flaming ruin as a plasma gun spoke. Suddenly, the entrance held a figure that caused Tarlann to wonder if the pain had cracked his sanity: a towering suit of powered combat armor from out of historys worst nightmares of slaughter, blackened with smoke and splashed with blood. Tarlanns neck hairs prickled, for his primitive ancestors would have known themselves to be in the presence of the god of death.

For less than a heartbeat, the tableau held. Then the newcomers plasma gun flashed and thundered again, and Gromorghs upper half burst asunder in a ball of flame. Others entered, some armored and otherslike a Raehaniv woman who darted recklessly ahead, Saelarien rifle yammeringin ordinary combat dress. They all poured fire into the stunned guards.

But the guard who had wounded Tarlann kept coming, and with Gromorghs order now in abeyance he swung his weapon toward them. And Tarlann knew that nothing could save them, for even if one of the rescuers fired and killed the guard, he and Iael would be in the line of fire.

With surprising speed, the power-armored figure who had first entered bounded toward them. With a metallic snick, a long blade sprang from under the armors left forearm. Just as the guard started to turn to face him, the newcomer swung the blade backhanded in a long sideways cut with all the force of which powered armor was capable, and the guards head thudded to the floor. For an instant the body stood. Then, fountaining blood from the stump of its long thick neck, it toppled over toward Tarlann and Iael, drenching them with the warm stickiness.

Abruptly, the firefight ended, and in the sudden silence the armored figure approached and opened its viewplate. The man within looked down at them and smiled.

DiFalco wondered what a boyhe looked fourteen or fifteen, topswas doing here. (Hell, what were any humans doing in this chamber, fighting a battle?) And the man was badly wounded; hed have to send for a medic. He opened his mouth to try to speak to them, then decided to stop kidding himself about his aptitude for languages. He called a Raehaniv Marine over to translate.

Im Colonel DiFalco, leader of your Terran allies. We and the Resistance have taken this installation, and youre safe now.

The man smiled through his obvious pain and began talking.

Then, leaping out of the stream of rapid-fire Raehaniv, came the syllables Tarlann hleMorna.

What?!

The Marine grinned. Thats right, Colonel. Hes Variens son!

Ah, tell him well get him medical attention soon. And tell him he and I have a lot to talk about!





The sun was high in the sky, a red ball shining faintly through the smoke of the many fires, by the time they stumbled up out of the depths of the subterranean abattoir that was the fortress and emerged into the light.

Got to get Raenoli to put her people to work on fire control before all the blazes coalesce and we get a firestorm, DiFalco thought in his fatigue-sodden brain as he was assisted out of the powered armors access hatch. He was just remembering that it had already been done when a shuttle came over the ruined buildings around the landing zone and set down in a swirl of dust.

As the hatch opened, a rift parted in the smoke and glorious golden sunlight seemed to ignite the flame-like colors of the woman who stepped out and ran toward him.

No, DiFalco thought, weariness and horror lifting from him like an insubstantial fog. Her fire comes from within, not from the sun. She brings the light with her, and the darkness cannot stand against her.

Then they were in each others arms, oblivious to those around them, even to Varien, who walked slowly down the ramp and set foot on the world of his birth.





CHAPTER EIGHTEEN




They stood in the ancient chamber, gazing across the ages into that inexplicable stone face that had been carved out of the stuff of this asteroid a light-millennium from Earth in an age when Earths humanity had gotten no closer to spaceflight than a thrown flint hand-axe.

The maps in the Terranova system. This face here at Tareil. Aelannis voice was hushed. In both cases, the same perfectly logical explanation for why they were left behind: they were relief sculptures, part of rock walls. And yet no maps here, no faces there. Why?

DiFalco shook his head slowly and continued to study the face. It could have passed for Raehaniv, which meant it was within the range of Earths races and mixtures of races, though not really like any of them. And who really knows what Cro-Magnons facial features looked like, beyond basic bone structure?

Aloud: I dont know, Aelanni. Its as if they were two parts of a puzzle.

But it still doesnt add up to a complete picture, does it? Were still mystified Are there, perhaps, other parts?

There must be. DiFalco was grim. Ill tell you this: when we get back to Sol, Im going to advocate a thorough search of the asteroids and the outer-planet satellites for more of these bases, or whatever they were.

But that would be an overwhelming task! Remember, the two we know of were only discovered by blind chance.

Yeahat almost exactly the same time. Thats another thing that bothers me. He shook his head irritably. He hated mysteries. Anyway, we have to start somewhere. For now, shall we get back?

At her nod, he reached up and took off his virtual-reality headpiece. Aelanni was doing the same, here in their suite in the Provisional Governments headquarters in Sarnath. By now he had gotten used to the way the universe, as reported by his senses, abruptly changed.

They regarded each other in silence for a moment and then, by unspoken mutual consent, walked out onto the balcony. The buildingsecondary government offices before the warstood on a hill with a fair view of the city, and Sarnath lay before them under lightly-overcast skies, its wounds visible but the pulse of life somehow perceptible. Already the work of rebuilding had commenced.

DiFalco thought back to the first days after the liberation, when the populace had come hesitantly out of the places it had taken shelter. As the shock had worn off, a long-pent-up reaction had erupted with irrepressible forceeven after all he had seen during the battle, he still shuddered at the memory of what the crowds had done to the ex-Implementers they had hunted down. He and Thompsonsans left arm, but with the replacement growing nicely in the tankhad tried to protect the ones who had surrendered by posting a heavy Marine guard on the prisoner compound. Then they had toured the lowest levels of the fallen fortress, and listened to tales of what had been done there from those who had been freed. Afterwards, he and Thompson had exchanged a long lookand Thompson had given his troops the afternoon off.

Finally the cathartic insanity had run its course, leaving the Raehaniv drained, stunned by the realization of what they were capable of. Rosen had speculated that centuries of social harmony had left them without antibodies against mob psychology. At any rate, the habits of civilization had returned, perhaps even deeper for no longer being taken for granted, and the Provisional Government was having an easier time of it than DiFalco would have expected.

It was headed by a troika of Arduin, Tarlann and Raenoli. (Varien had firmly refused any formal position.) Some had suggested that they establish their headquarters in some relatively unharmed city like Noreflarn, but Arduin had set his face against it: Sarnath had always been the capital, and so it would remain, as a gesture both of continuity and of defiance.

DiFalco and Aelanni clasped hands as they gazed over the city, drawing on its quickening life. Ive been able to see some of Raehan over the last few weeks, he thought, remembering his hurried visits to various parts of the planet. This lovely world Aelannis worldwill live, and heal. That is enough.

The door chimed for admittance and DiFalco spoke a command, as he could do by now without having Raehaniv computers turn up the noses they didnt have at his accent. Levinson entered, dressed like DiFalco in service dress blacks. (During the years on Terranova they had gotten around to standardizing uniforms, and the Russians wore the black too. At the same time, all the Marines wore dark-green uniforms with Russian-style shoulder boards; it was one of the concessions Thompson had had to make in exchange for calling them Marines. And the system of rank insignia showed historical Raehaniv influence, courtesy of Miralann.)

Well, as much as I hate to break this up, Levinson drawled, its time for our final meeting before departure. Of course, you realize theyll try one more time to talk us into staying longer. And theyll probably load us down with some more honorsespecially you, after all your dirtside feats of derring-do. It was a subject on which he still hadnt forgiven DiFalco and, as usual in moments of agitation, he reverted to vintage American popular culture. The CO landing on the dangerous planet and plunging into high adventure! Gimme a break! Who do you think you are? Captain Kirk?

I keep telling you, Jeff, I had no choice! It was the only way I could get out of Guadalcanal before she blew.

Yeah. Right. I believe that about as much as your wife does! Aelanni smiled demurely.

I swear its the truth, DiFalco insisted. Thompson corroborated it. But he knew that wasnt much help. The Marine had taken a sadistic delight in recounting the story with complete truthfulness and with the intonation of a man under orders to lie like a trooper. Hell pay! thought DiFalco, not for the first time.

Suddenly, Levinsons mercurial face went serious. Of course its the truth, he said gently. It may even be what history will record. But you and I both know what legend will say. Legend and, eventually, myth.

Acutely uncomfortable, DiFalco looked to Aelanni for rescue. But her face wore exactly the same expression as Levinsons.

Aw, Hell, he said roughly. If people are looking for a hero, Tarlanns their man. If it hadntve been for him, wed all be up shit creek without a paddle! Speaking of Tarlann, he continued, relieved to change the subject, its time to go meet with him and the others.





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Are you quite sure you must leave now? Varien asked, fulfilling Levinsons prophecy. There is much left to do in preparing our defenses against the inevitable Korvaash return.

They were seated around a large oval table in a conference room redolent of the light airiness of classical Raehaniv architecture. Varien sat beside Tarlann, who still needed artificial aids to walk but whose face had lost the grayness that had come with his premature plunge into the work of the Provisional Government. Arduin and Raenoli were at Tarlanns other side. Beyond them sat Yarvann, who in his capacity as military C-in-C had been persuaded to adopt a less flamboyant and more nearly regulation version of the old Raehaniv space fleet uniform.

I know there is, Varien, Difalco replied. But you dont need us for it. Isnt that true, Yarvann?

Yes, the Raehaniv said reluctantly. He needed no interpreter; Korvaash translator software had by now been adapted, and a device resembling an old-fashioned hearing aid repeated his words into DiFalcos ear in English. Colonel Golovko should be in position at Seivra now with most of our combatant shipshe departed just after this planet was securedso the displacement point leading to Korvaash-occupied space is very well-guarded. And our strength is already increasing as we turn out more and more ships and weapons, usinga wintery and ironic smilethe industrial plant that weve inherited. The Korvaasha must have an inkling by now that something is wrong at Seivra, but it will take time for them to mount an attack.

Very true, Tarlann affirmed. By its very nature, their system is incapable of quick reactions.

Still, we cant sit on the defensive like this forever! The translator conveyed Yarvanns eagerness. Given enough time, theyll be able to mount an attack in overwhelming force! Weve got to launch a counteroffensive as soon as possible, liberate the old Raehaniv-explored systems and go beyond that, into their own territory. Now that we have their navigational data, we can use the continuous-displacement drive to do repeatedly what Aelanni did to them here!

And so we shall, Arduin reassured him. But there is much to do first. We must consolidate here and build our strength. And, of course, we need to cement our alliances.

Exactly, DiFalco put in. Thats the primary reason for our immediate departure. The peoples of Earth must be told whats happening out here. As Varien knows, we joined him because our world is starting to turn its back on space just when such a move holds the prospect not just of stagnationit always held thatbut of disaster. Remember, once we begin the counteroffensive against the Korvaasha its only a matter of time before a ship equipped with continuous-displacement drive falls into their hands. From what Tarlann has told us about them, theyll be able to rationalize adding the drive to their technological repertoire, on the grounds that its just another application of gravities and is therefore covered by the Acceptable Knowledge. And on the day that happens, our worlds security is gone; it wont be able to hide behind Sols lack of displacement points. Earths only safe course will be to ally itself with you Raehaniv, adopting your technology and joining with you to put an end to the Korvaash threat for good. And I know we can convince them of that.

Varien smiled and thrust shrewdly. Cant you at least wait for your son? Its been a while since youve seen him.

DiFalco and Aelanni winced in unison. A courier vessel had gone with Golovkos fleet to Seivra, and was now enroute to Terranova to bring the news to the colony there. It would return to Tareil as a spacegoing nursery, bringing Jason and the other Terranova-born children of those who had departed into unknowable danger.

Slowly, Aelanni shook her head. No, father. I want with all my heart to see him again, while he still remembers us. But this is too urgent. The sooner we can get to Earth, the better our prospects there will be.

Yeah, DiFalco said grimly. Believe me, things there are going to get worse before they get better. Theres no time to lose. He brightened. Besides, its going to take time for Jason to get here. We should be back not too long after he arrives. Now that weve refitted Andrew Jackson so she can keep up with Liberator in continuous-displacement drive, it wont take us long to get to Sol after arriving at Alpha Centauri via the Lirauva Chain. Aelanni and I should be able to bring Liberator back soon after that, leaving Daeliuv and Miranni and the rest of the diplomatic mission with Andy J., for which weve made up a crew of people whove decided to return to Earth.

Well, Varien said, I can see that the two of you have thought this through and that theres no dissuading you. So let me take this opportunity to make an announcement of my own. He looked around the table. I have decided to retire to Terranova. I will probably depart after my grandson has arrived and I have provided for his care to my own satisfaction.

DiFalco broke the stunned silence. But Varien, I Id kind of assumed that youd be going to Sol with us. I mean, forging an alliance with Earths governments was your original reason for going there. Nows your chance to finish the job!

Varien smiled. Thats not precisely correct. I went to Sol seeking allies to help us liberate Raehan. And in that I succeeded, albeit in a manner which was, like so much else in life, unexpected.

But but why, Varien? Arduin was almost inarticulate with shock. Why do you want to leave Raehan? We need you here, now more than ever!

No, you dont, Varien stated flatly. Tarlann has been running the family enterprises for some time, and is quite capable of continuing to do so. Tarlann nodded; he had been the only one who had known in advance. And as for whywell, at the risk of repeating myself, Raehan is liberated, I know the fate of my son and grandchildrenjoy chased sorrow across his featuresand I feel a sense of completion. Its time to move on to something else. He darted defensive looks around the table. Well, Im not that old, after all!

But, Arduin persisted, why Terranova? From the descriptions Ive heard

Yes, I know, it sounds barely habitable. But it grows on one. For some inexplicable reason, I actually came to like the place. And I want to work with the Terran scientists there on some wholly new possiblities in the field of gravities that our work on the deflector only suggested. Some of them are very brilliant people, and theyve come to the field without preconceptions. I find them stimulating. Yarvann nodded as if he could understand that.

Furthermore, Varien continued, Raehan holds too much sadness for me. So much has been destroyed, and will be rebuilt in ways that are strange to me. Dont misunderstand; I have the highest expectations of the new Raehan. But it wont be my Raehan, if you take my meaning. Everything Ive known must change now. If I remain here, I fear I shall be running a genuine risk of becoming a disagreeable, opinionated curmudgeon!

He managed to maintain an air of dignified incomprehension through the storm of guffaws that broke over him.





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Approaching displacement point, the navigator reported crisply. DiFalco and Aelanni saw it confirmed in the nolo tank in Liberators control room, suspended just ahead of the slowly moving lights that represented Liberator and Andy J. in response to the flow of data from the nav computer.

There were two ways to locate a known displacement point. One was to have the nav computer compare, on an ongoing basis, the apparent relative positions of the stars (and, for greater precision, the local planets, if the data was available) with what they should be at the displacement points precise location in space at the precise time in question. When the two coincided exactly, the displacement point had been reached. Given Raehaniv computers, this was quicker than the other method, which was to search with grav scanners for the telltale gravitational anamoly in precisely the same way a new system was surveyed for hitherto-unknown displacement points (but limiting the search to a known vicinity).

Customarily, the first method was used with the second as a backup. Thus it was that they watched in the nav tank as Tareils fourth displacement point grew nearer.

DiFalco marvelled anew at the sophistication of Raehaniv computers. Genuine artificial sentience remained as elusive and controversial a possibility as it was on Earth, but the really complex ones could fool you. (And, he gibed at himself, what did that say about relative sentience?) He had asked Liberators nav computer what date it was on Earthhe himself had long ago lost track. The computer had performed the multifaceted operation with contemptuous ease, and he now knew that if the voyage went according to plan they would arrive in mid-April.

Springtime in the Rockies. I cannot ask for more. He gazed at the tank hungrily. Beyond that displacement point lay the Lirauva Chain, and home. Impulsively, he put his arm around Aelannis shoulders and squeezed. She smiled, knowing what it was to watch ones own home change from star to sun.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, DiFalco noticed movement at the scanner console. Loreann was fiddling with the controls, visibly annoyed.

What is it, Loreann?

Well, Colonel, the Raehaniv said, straightening up, I was just running the routine scan of the displacement point, to confirm the nav computers conclusions. But I cant seem to get any return from it. Its as if there was no displacement point there at all.

DiFalco frowned. Something must be wrong with the grav scanners. Run a diagnostic check.

I just did, Colonel, Loreann replied. Everything seems to check out.

Well, check em again, DiFalco ordered irritably. And get somebody out there on the hull to

Colonel, the navigator broke in, were coming very close. His tone, and his entire body, eloquently conveyed just how little he thought his computer needed any confirmation from grav scanners. DiFalco was inclined to agree. He looked at Aelanni and she nodded.

Okay, cancel that EVA; no time. Well go on through according to plan.

The seconds ticked by, and DiFalco gave the order to execute. The stars wavered as the gravitic pulse distorted space around them

And then they stopped wavering and resumed the familiar patterns of Raehans night sky. And the little golden spark of Tareil continued to glow in the view-aft screen.

What the Hell?! DiFalco rounded on the engineering station. What happened?

Loreann, who had been in muttered consultation with the engineer, looked up. Unknown, Colonel. But, she added, pointing to a screen, whatever it was, it also happened to Andrew Jackson.

It was true. Andy J. was still with them, and the two dissimilar ships plunged on into the outermost reaches of the Tareil system in formation.

Raise Colonel Levinson, DiFalco ordered comm, then turned to Aelanni and spoke sotto voce. What could have happened? Could we have entered the displacement point at the wrong heading?

She shook her head dubiously. That was also under computer control. She spoke to the nav computer in Raehaniv and frowned at the display that was fed into her optic nerve. Right now, all we know is that its going to take us a very long time to come around and line up for another run.

Dont I know it! DiFalco groaned. He might not have her kind of computer linkage, but he knew his ballistics. In fact, given our present vector it would be a lot easier to return to Raehan

Levinsons face appeared on the comm screen. What happened, Jeff? DiFalco began without preamble. Did you see that we werent successfully transiting and just decide to stay with us?

Negative, Levinson replied grimly. We tried to transit, and as far as we could tell everything was on the greenexcept that during the approach we couldnt get the displacement point to register on grav scanners.

DiFalco and Aelanni looked at each other for a long, long time. The control room was very quiet.

Perhaps, Aelanni finally said in a completely controlled voice, we should return to Raehan.

DiFalco nodded emphatically. Yeah. Before we risk these ships we need to find out just exactly whats going on here.

During the long, tense trip back they listened to the uproar in the interplanetary comm channels as ship after ship reported failure to transit Tareils other displacement points.





CHAPTER NINETEEN




I think I know what happened.

Varien had to shout to make himself heard above the tumult in the conference room. It was the same room they had met in before their departure, but this time it was full to overflowing. The oval table was surrounded by a tightly packed crowd, mostly Raehaniv but including a number of Terrans. Their mood mirrored that of the entire planeta choppy sea of tense uncertainty with whitecaps of incipient panic.

But Varien had their attention, and the noise level gradually dropped, leaving an expectant silence.

As you all know, he began, displacement points owe their existence to the arrangement of stars in the galactic spiral arms, which produces gravitational interrelationships of incredible complexity. We have known this for a long time. We have known for an even longer time that that arrangement is constantly changing, that the so-called fixed Stars are, in actuality, in motion with respect to each other. For some reason, it never occurred to us that the latter might have an impact on the former, and that the displacement network may be no more immutable than anything else in nature.

Wait a minute, Varien, DiFalco spoke up. If youre saying what I think youre saying, then Tareils displacement points not only dont work any more they dont exist any more!

Not only Tareils, I should think. I would imagine that the problem is more extensive than that, probably affecting this entire region of the spiral arm. Of course, this cannot be verified without

But Varien, Rosen cut off the maddeningly calm voice, as you yourself said, the stars are in constant motion, so their relative positions are constantly changing. So if your theory is correct, then why isnt the displacement network in a constant state of flux? We know it isnt. Granted, you Raehaniv have only been using it for a short time; but the Korvaasha have been expanding via displacement points for centuries! And I dont think theres any indication in the records weve captured that anything like this has ever happened to them. He glanced at Kuropatkin, who nodded in confirmation.

Varien pondered for a moment. Remember, centuries or even millennia are mere eyeblinks of time on the cosmic scale. But I believe the real answer to your question lies in the sheer number of stars and the slowness of their motion relative to the distances between them. The pattern of which were speaking is one of almost inconceivable vastness, and an enormous number of factors go into defining it. It must possess tremendous inertia? Resiliency? Yes, thats it. A great deal of random stellar motion can take place without disrupting it. But eventually the cumulative effect of such motion exceeds the patterns capacity to accomodate it Then a disruption does occur, and it occurs all at once. Remember, gravity is propagated instantaneously. And, given the interrelatedness of the displacement points, any such disruption is likely to be widespread due to what I believe you Terrans call a domino effect. 

How widespread? Miranni asked in a small voice.

There is, of course, no way for us to know. Likewise, until weve been able to observe the phenomenon for a very long time well be unable to even guess how frequent such events are. Perhaps their occurrence is completely random. Or perhaps they run in epicycleswhich, if true, might help to account for the fact that the Korvaasha have never experienced one; we could only now be entering into a period when the intervals between them are shorter.

Arduin spoke slowly, his engineers practicality asserting itself. Varien, this is all very interesting, but if Im understanding you correctly, shouldnt there be a new pattern, based on the new interrelationship the stars have shifted into?

Indubitably! Varien nodded vigorously. And such a pattern should stabilize as instantaneously as the disruption of the old pattern. It should manifest itself at once. I propose that we survey this system exhaustively for new displacement points. Of course, we should not be too hopeful of locating any; only a minority of stars have these phenomena associated with then, so the odds are against us. But the fact that Tareil previously had four displacement points suggests that perhaps this star is located in a kind of crucial regiona nexus, as it were, resulting from an unknowable concatenation of factors. If this is the case, then perhaps

Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Levinson took a breath and spoke into the startled silence he had created. Excuse me for interrupting this fascinating bull session, but just where does all this leave us? How do we go about getting back to Earth?

Varien had the embarrassed look of a man abruptly reminded of something he should have thought of but hadnt. Ah. Well. That poses a problem. You may recall the discussion we had before departing from the Solar system, when we had learned that the Lirauva Chain was denied to us. Well, it is now denied to us with even greater finality. In point of fact, the Lirauva Chain no longer exists. I pointed out at that time that we could not even locate Tareil in realspace. Well, the same applies in reverse now; we have only the vaguest, most inferential notion of where Sol might be located.

Hold on, Varien, DiFalco said, sternly commanding his voice to steadiness. I know you only have general approximations of Sols distance and bearing from here. But youve never tried to do betteryouve never had to! Cant we use those approximations to narrow the search to a certain segment of the sky, and then narrow it down further by process of elimination? I mean, we know Sols spectral class, and what bright stars are nearby

He trailed to a halt, silenced by what he saw in Variens face: compassion without a trace of condescension or complacency.

We can certainly try, the old Raehaniv spoke. And we will try, as a partial interest payment on the debt we owe you. But I dont think you fully grasp how many stars that segment of the sky contains. And remember, at our departure from Sol we destroyed every scrap of information, including and especially everything related to descriptive astronomy, that might have enabled the Korvaasha to find Sol had our enterprise failed. If we still had that information, the methods you suggest might well succeed, over time. But as it is, we simply lack the data to build on.

And even if we could locate Sol, Varien went on with the same quiet finality, how would you use the information? Our conclusions as to the impracticality of voyaging from Sol to Tareil under continuous-displacement drive apply with equal force to any attempt in the opposite direction.

Hey, look, Levinson began, almost stammering, theres got to be something we can do! Like well, we know where Terranova is in the sky, damn it! We can go there via continuous-displacement drive, and

And what? Varien asked gently. Oh, I suppose its not absolutely impossible that Terranovas displacement point, and the Altair Chain beyond it, are still as we remember them. But it would be unwise to invest much hope in it.

DiFalco barely heard them. He had already passed beyond the denial that still held Levinson in its grip and was letting his consciousness adjust to a new fact, so enormous that it must henceforth form the backdrop to his entire life. He eventually grew aware that Aelanni was gripping his hand tightly.

In search of something to say, he looked around and noticed Rosens faraway expression. Yakov, we havent heard anything from you lately.

Rosen turned to him with an ironic little smile. Oh, I was just thinking of a conversation that is supposed to have occurred in the last century, between two very brilliant men. You may have heard the first half of it; its one of Albert Einsteins most famous quotes. He said, as nearly as I can recall it, The good Lord is subtle, but He is never malicious.

DiFalco nodded. Yes, Ive read that.

Ah, but you may not have heard Enrico Fermis rejoinder: Albert, stop telling God what to do! 





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The orbital tower had been built before the days of artificial gravity and this geostationary terminal station had been designed to rotate, producing a forged gravity that equaled one Raehaniv gee at the outer edge. So in the older areas the stars seemed to march in an unending circle in the viewports. But this was a newer addition, and the firmament held steady in the lounges wide-curving transparency. And in the center of the floor, a circular well surrounded by small tables sloped down to a lens-like transparency in which Raehans night side, almost thirty thousand kilometers down, was like a black shield bejeweled with lights. The outlines of seas and oceans could be traced by the shining necklaces of coastal cities.

The tower, and its antipodal twin, had survived both occupation and war. The economic usefulness of virtually cost-free orbital interface had been as clear to the Korvaasha as to humans; and when they had withdrawn to their urban strongholds, the possibility of booby-trapping had deterred the liberating forces from using them. So the towers stood unharmed, and DiFalco was glad of it. He had been able to see an engineering feat far beyond the capabilities of Terran humanity, riding up with Aelanni in the kind of passenger module he had previously experienced by computer-generated proxy.

Now they had this lounge to themselves, waiting to catch a glimpse of the incoming ship before it docked and they went to greet their son.

It had made its way from Terranova to Seivra just before space had shifted shape. The captain, mindful of her precious cargo of children, had waited there with Golovkos fleet until the courier had arrived by continuous-displacement drive from Tareil. Afterwards, Golovko had made the decision to abandon Seivra, whose now-nonexistent displacement points had always been its only points of interest or significance. He had divided his forces, taking to Tareil those ships for which the long voyage was practicable. The others, mostly Terran ones carrying Americans and Russians (and, in some cases, their Raehaniv spouses), had returned to Terranova. Some of the children had gone back with the second group, but others had continued on with Golovko, and had now entered the Tareil system with his and were on their final approach.

Fortunately for both of them, the age of space had brought with it a return to a kind of patience that had passed away with the age of sail.

The thought of the children, and their parents, who by now were on Terranova reminded DiFalco of the infant colony. Aelanni had clearly been thinking of it too.

Will they be all right on Terranova? she wondered aloud.

Sure they will, DiFalco stated positively. Theywehave a solid foothold there by now. And they wont really be isolated, even though theyre over a hundred light-years from here. We can keep in contact by means of the ships that have the powerplant modifications to make the trip, as more and more ships will. Theyll be okay. And, he grinned, once they have the time to spare for it, Terranovan politics should be lively. Aelanni laughed, knowing exactly what he meant. The noncombatants had been left there under the leadership of a council whose most prominent members were George Traylor and Liz Hadley.

Am I interrupting anything?

Varien stood in the entrance, silhouetted against the light beyond. With a rustle of his long traditional cloak he stepped forward into the lounges dimness and joined them.

No, Aelanni told him. We were just thinking about the colony on Terranova. The courier we sent there should be returning soon, so well know for certain how theyre faring, and whether their system has any displacement points now.

YesTerranova. Variens voice trailed off into thoughtful silence. Then he straightened and spoke briskly. I hadnt mentioned it, but soon after Jason arrives I intend to go forward with my plan to relocate there.

What? Aelanni looked at him sharply. But father, you made that decision when Terranova was one displacement transition and ten light-years by continuous-displacement drive from here. Now its

Yes, Im fully aware of the changed circumstances, Varien cut in just a bit testily. Undeniably, Terranova is more isolated from the Tareil system than it was. But it is still accessible, albeit less conveniently. And all the arguments in favor of my decision still have as much validity as ever.

Well, DiFalco spoke awkwardly, as you know, were staying here. Theres a lot to do; were still getting the search for Sol organized. Of course, for a while it will have to take a back seat to the work of rebuilding here on Raehan. But, he continued stoutly, once we get a breather and can concentrate on it

Of course. Varien nodded politely. You can be sure I will be giving much thought to the problem. He paused, seeming to hesitate. I knew the two of you would be staying here. But I have come to feel that I can leave with a certain degree of confidence. You see He hesitated again, then plunged in.

As you both may be aware, I originally was not altogether in favor of your relationship. I had, he added quickly, turning to DiFalco, always recognized that you were not without many excellent qualities, if perhaps a bit ahem! He pulled back and regrouped. Nevertheless, I felt that you were perhaps not the best possible choice Aelanni could make. I was He tried unsuccessfully to continue, then took a deep breath and began again. I was He seemed to be experiencing some obstruction of his ability to speak, and Aelanni began to look concerned. Varien visibly gathered himself for a supreme effort. I was wrong.

After a long, speechless moment, DiFalco grew aware that his mouth was hanging open. So was Aelannis. Always a first time for everything, he reflected. The Hell of it is, nobody will ever believe us. If only we had witnesses!

At any rate, Varien went on, palpably relieved that it was over, I have no hesitancy about retiring. I meant what I said before about a sense of completionand I meant more than just the success of our joint enterprise. It is time for me to go, and I do so, content.

He turned and walked along the curved transparent wall. Then he stopped and turned to face them, and for an instant that DiFalco would remember to the end of his days he stood silhouetted against the star-blazing blackness, his features only dimly visible, gazing at the two of themat them and into them and through them. Then he spoke a phrase he had picked up from Rosen.

Bless you.

And Varien was gone.

After a time of silence, Aelanni sighed deeply.

What do you suppose will happen now?

DiFalco straightened. Well continue to do what we can. One good thing: we dont have to worry about defense against the Korvaasha, at least for the foreseeable future. The displacement connection between us and them has been severed. And, he continued grimly, I dont think the universe will have to worry about their Unity any more. It was overextended even before this happened. Now its component parts are strictly on their own. The ones that cant figure out how to function in the absence of centralized control will die like all life forms that lose the ability to adapt. The ones that do adapt will change in the process. The Korvaash race will survive, but the Unity is dead.

From what Tarlann has told us, its been dead for a long time. A rotting corpse in armor, polluting the galaxy. She shuddered. I wonder if well ever encounter any of those component parts after we start exploring through the new displacement point in earnest?

They were silent. Like everyone else in the system, they were still adjusting to the news that one of the survey ships had found a displacement point in a region of Tareils outer system where none had been beforea telling confirmation of Variens theory. A well-armed squadron had cautiously transited it, to find an unoccupied system, heretofore unvisited, with two more displacement points leading no one knew where.

Well find out, DiFalco finally said. Of course, given the small percentage of stars that have displacement points at any given time, the odds are against it. And of course, we have to get back on our feet here on Raehan before we can launch any extensive exploration program. A program which will drain resources and talent from the search for Sol, he did not add. Aloud: I think well want to proceed cautiously in displacement point exploration from now on. Well never really be able to trust them again, or let ourselves get too dependent on them. Your fathers right; we dont know whether the new displacement alignments will last ten millennia or ten weeks.

Still, Aelanni insisted, we must explore these new displacement connections. If there is a surviving fragment of the Korvaash Unity at the other end of a displacement chain, we need to know it. And one of those chains might lead back to the vicinity of Sol.

He looked at her sharply. He hadnt considered that. Yeah. Who knows? Maybe Sol itself has one or more displacement points now. Maybe theyll find us eventually! And maybe He held her eyes with his and spoke the thought that no one else had been allowed to hear.

And maybe it doesnt really matter very much. All of us have begun building new lives here or on Terranova. I wonder if the inevitable return to Earth was ever anything more than an assurance we needed to give ourselves, a kind of justification for what we were doing? I, at least, had to present it to myself as a way of saving my country from itself. He paused and, with a kind of purgative rush, pushed relentlessly on with thoughts he had not shared even with her, nor even with himself. Maybe I was just whistling in the dark about that. Oh, Earth will endure, in the long run. But as for my country I dont know. I can see now that I came to manhood in its Indian summer, which I mistook for springtime. If it survives to play a part in the future, it wont be in any form Ill recognize. Therell be just enough familiarity to hurt He gave a wry grin. Listen to me! I sound like Varien!

She smiled at him with the gentleness of strength under the guidance of loving wisdom. But well keep searching for Sol, of course. We have to try. For you to not try would be self-betrayal. And yet youre right. It doesnt really matter very much. For you have saved what was best of what your country once wasyours and Sergeis. Youve saved it by bringing it here. It isnt dead; its scattered among the stars for all time! Nothing can kill it now! It will live regardless of what your people manage to do to themselves on Earth.

For a long time he gazed at her in the starlit dimness, wishing he could put into words what was in his heart but happy in the knowledge that he didnt need to. All he said was: I hope youre right. And, yes, we have to try.

Suddenly her eyes blinked and she took on the attentive look that he had learned heralded the arrival of a message via her implant communicator. Then her features awoke in pure joy.

The ship is about to dock!

They looked outward through the transparency, seeking a glimpse. But for an instant DiFalcos eyes strayed downward to the central well and the darkened world below. And as he looked, Tareil broke blindingly over Raehans edge, flooding the lounge with light.

Arm in arm, they stood watching the ship approach, its silvery flanks reflecting the light of their home sun.





The End