Barbarians at the Gates (46 page)

“That’s good,” Alison said. “Do you have any explanation as to why?”

Marius smiled. ONI had turned up several, but only one was significant.

“All three alternate routes to Earth would add several months to the journey,” he pointed out. “If the admiral did shift forces through them, we would be able to counter him before he reached anywhere significant. His great advantage is that he holds the interior lines of defense, but if he attacks us away from Boskone, that advantage shifts back to us. With the advantage of the superior firepower we possess, it would ensure his certain defeat.

“The important detail is that we have fortified Boskone to the point where we can be confident of holding the system even without the mobile units,” he continued. He pointed to the fortresses on the display. “We have shipped in additional starfighters and fortress components, secured the planetary network and even fortified the other Asimov Point in the system. That allows us to take the risk of withdrawing our mobile units, combining them with the new-build units, and launching an offensive of our own.”

“I beg your pardon, admiral,” a Senator that Marius didn’t recognize interrupted. “I understood that you refused to consider attacking through the Boskone Asimov Point because the rogue warlord had heavily fortified it.”

“Yes, Senator,” Marius agreed. “That would be a very costly offensive for little reward. The key to winning this campaign is to reduce the enemy’s mobile units to the point where we can isolate his systems and reduce them one by one. Pitting our own mobile units against his fortresses would be asking for trouble. I do, however, have another plan.”

He keyed the console and the star chart shifted, displaying the links between Justinian and Governor Hartkopf. “As you were all briefed in confidence, Admiral Justinian has been tricked into a shooting war with Governor Hartkopf, who occupies the stars here. It was a fortunate turn of events for us, as we have good reason to believe that they were on the verge of signing an alliance when they started fighting each other. So far, the war hasn’t been significant as neither warlord dares devote most of his firepower to dealing with the other, but that may change. I intend to use Governor Hartkopf’s space to launch a major operation against Admiral Justinian’s unprotected underbelly.”

A low murmur ran through the room, but no one said anything, allowing Marius to proceed.

“The combined fleet will proceed through the governor’s space to The Hive and cross the interstellar void to Marx,” he continued. “Once there, they will break through the defenses and advance on Jefferson. Assuming that everything goes to plan, the warlord will not be able to shift his forces to mount a defense of the Asimov Point before we reach Jefferson. We will meet his fleet in open space, where we can maneuver and crush his ships away from his fixed defenses. Once we occupy Jefferson, we will seal the Asimov Point to Harmony and demand his surrender. If he refuses to surrender, we will punch through to Harmony and destroy his government. His remaining forces will be scattered, no longer able to coordinate their actions, and we will be able to mop them up at leisure.”

There was a long pause.

“It sounds very nice,” Alison said, finally, “but weren’t we given predictions of an easy victory before?”

“Yes, Senator,” Marius said. “Admiral Parkinson promised you an easy victory.”

Most of the Senators chuckled.

“I don’t promise that this will be easy,” Marius admitted. “I think that there is going to be a great deal of hard fighting before we punch into enemy territory and neutralize him. It is going to be very costly. I do believe, however, that this is our best chance to win the war before the other warlords manage to build themselves up into significant threats.”

“It is an interesting concept,” Grand Senator Rupert McGillivray said warmly. He locked his eyes on Marius’s face. “But I have a question. You’re claiming that you can get through Hartkopf’s space. How do you intend to do that without fighting?”

“He slipped a small squadron through without fighting,” the unnamed Senator pointed out dryly. “Why not a whole fleet of superdreadnaughts?”

“It won’t be easy,” Marius said, taking a breath. If they were going to balk, it would be now. “I propose that we offer Governor Hartkopf amnesty if he surrenders without further ado.”

There was instant uproar.

“Are you mad?” Alison demanded angrily. “It is the position of the Senate that all warlords, their families and their allies must answer for their crimes against the Federation! Do you propose to change that on your authority? How dare you, admiral! How dare you?”

“It is certainly a provocative suggestion,” Brockington agreed. “And quite against the stated policy of the Senate. On the other hand, we did select the admiral in the belief that he actually knew what he was doing.”

He threw Alison an unreadable look. “Admiral, please expound on your suggestion for the benefit of the Senate.”

Marius kept his expression blank while he organized his thoughts.

“It is a basic principle of military tactics that one should always leave the enemy a line of retreat,” Marius said. “If the enemy can escape, they are less likely to fight hard and cost your forces heavily to defeat them. If the Snakes had offered to accept surrenders in the First Interstellar War, would we have been so determined to hold the line, liberate the occupied worlds and eventually destroy their ability to make war on us? We never accepted surrenders in the later years of that war, and it cost us badly.

“In this case, you—the Senate—have ordered the death of Admiral Justinian and his family and friends. It gives him nowhere to run, so he will fight. Why not? He might win—and even if he doesn’t win, he’ll hurt us badly. A man may accept his own death calmly, with composure, but what about his family and friends? What about those who took no part in the rebellion?

“So if we offer amnesty to Governor Hartkopf and his allies—with due steps taken to ensure that they are never in a position to rebel again—we will send a powerful message to our enemies. That message states that they can leave the war and keep their lives—and their families, and their children. And if the governor refuses to accept our terms, someone in his government will see the advantages in assassinating him and taking command himself, just so he can surrender promptly.”

He smiled. “If we gain access to Hartkopf’s space without fighting, Admiral Justinian won’t know about our advance until our missiles strike his bases in Marx. And by then it will be too late for him to react effectively. He will have to fight us on our terms—the one thing he has consistently refused to do—and he will lose that battle.”

“You seem very sure that he will lose,” Alison pointed out.

“I
am
confident,” Marius admitted. “We have worked our crews hard, training them and preparing for the grand offensive. The admiral cannot have massed the same level of mobile firepower. It all comes down to sheer mass and firepower, Senator, and we will have the advantage.”

For once, he was grateful for their limited understanding of military affairs. The bare bones of the plan were sound, but he’d altered several details. If Admiral Justinian did receive warning—perhaps even a detailed copy of the operational plan—he’d be misled. It would work either way; if the admiral took precautions, it would divert him from the
real
target, and if he failed to catch wind of the plan, he would miss the preparations entirely.

And, best of all, there would
be
no leaks because the only person who knew the real plan was Marius himself.

“We will consider your proposal,” Brockington said after another long pause. “We wish, however, to detail another operational change.”

Here it comes,
Marius thought.

“It is regrettably true that many units of the Federation Navy have shown remarkable disloyalty in this time of chaos,” Brockington said smoothly. “We have had entire squadrons going over to warlords, or turning to piracy and carrying out depredations on entire planets. This cannot be tolerated.

“It has therefore been enacted that all starships will carry with them as part of their crews a Senatorial Commissioner, whose task will be to ferret out disloyalty and corruption wherever it might fester. The larger starships will also carry with them a company of Internal Security Division troopers, who will provide the muscle to deal with any disloyal officers and crew. The Marine detachments who would have normally provided internal security will be reconfigured into landing parties for the conquest of warlord-held worlds.”

Marius kept his face impassive, but he knew Vaughn wouldn’t be happy. Nor would anyone else.

“Furthermore, as there will be delays in communicating with the Senate, the commissioners will have command authority, with standing orders to overrule any orders that suggest disloyalty,” Brockington said. “We trust, admiral, that you will make their introduction as smooth as possible.”

If he hadn’t been warned, Marius knew, he would probably have been staring in horror.

“Senator,” he said carefully, “while I understand the need to ferret out disloyalty, I must protest at granting commissioners command authority. It is a principle of the Federation Navy that only the captain possesses absolute authority onboard his vessel. Adding in a separate source of command authority would only cause confusion at the worst possible time...”

“The commissioners are loyal,” Brockington said flatly. “It is that loyalty that makes them suitable for their role.”

“But do they know what they are doing in a war zone?” Marius asked angrily. “A person issuing orders without the right military background could...”

“Enough,” Brockington said sharply. “We have enacted their function into law. Further arguments are counter-productive. We will consider your proposal, admiral. Until then, I must ask you to wait outside.”

Marius nodded, saluted, and left the room.

* * *

“A very dangerous man,” Alison observed after the door closed behind the admiral. “Did you see his reaction to the commissioners? Why would he have such a reaction unless he had something to hide?”

“His concerns are valid,” Rupert pointed out dryly. “An untrained man could do a great deal of harm with a starship at his command.”

“But he was willing to offer Hartkopf the chance to live,” Alison countered. “How can we trust him to know where his best interests lie?”

“They lie with his wife, now,” Rupert said. “We chose carefully. They will not be able to help falling in love. Despite their different ages, they have a great many things in common.”

“Enough,” Brockington said. “We agreed to use Drake and we have no alternative, not now. We need to agree to his proposal and allow him to approach Hartkopf. We can always go back on it later.”

He stared down at his hands. “And when the war ends...?”

“We remove Drake,” Alison said flatly. Her voice, cold and ruthless, would have shocked many of her constituents. “We can deal with the other warlords without him.”

Rupert wasn’t too surprised. Like all of the Senators, Alison was more interested in maintaining her power than anything resembling fairness and justice.

Rupert allowed himself a cold smile. “And what about Lady Tiffany’s feelings?”

“Not our problem,” Alison said sharply. “The feelings of one little girl are of no concern to us, not when the entire Federation is at stake. She will find someone else.”

“Agreed,” Brockington said. “A trial would be too dangerous, not with the degree of loyalty Drake has built up over three years. We have the tools on hand. I’ll issue the orders personally. Once the war is over, Admiral Drake will be a dead man.”

Interlude Two

From:
The Chaos Years
(5023)

Admiral Drake’s grand plan to terminate the war, once approved, went ahead at considerable speed. New warships were fitted out, new crews were trained and put into position and research into new weapons and tactics went on apace. In the meantime, the shooting war between the two rogue warlords continued, although neither side launched a major offensive.

The Senate’s paranoia, however, was growing ever stronger. The assignment of political commissioners to the Federation Navy was only the start. New Internal Security Divisions were created and sent to garrison worlds that were even mildly suspected of disloyalty. Thousands of undercover agents were infiltrated into every spectrum of society. The penal worlds soon started receiving thousands of unwilling colonists who had been accused—often with very flimsy evidence—of disloyalty.

It wasn’t long before the first effects were seen on Earth, or the Core Worlds. Historically, the Senate had been more careful, for the citizens of Earth and the Core Worlds could vote the Senators out of office. But now, the Senate was willing to flex its collective muscle on Earth, using its power to crack down on all kinds of discontent. Striking workers were arrested and jailed at their command—without trial—and the military was used to maintain order. Would-be politicians were arrested, charged with pro-rebel sentiments and exiled from Earth. Planetary Governments, historically autonomous, were overruled at will. Press freedoms, long held inviolate by the Senate, were slowly weakened until most media outlets became nothing more than mouthpieces for the Senate. Protest groups, always swift to form when the Senate overstepped itself, were harassed and broken.