Battle Beyond Earth: Insurrection (15 page)

"Lord Kitchener," added Isaacs, "One of the greatest examples of military recruitment in wartime the Human race has ever known; an old soldier and hero of multiple wars. The people of his nation rallied to the call of a hero and enthusiastically signed up to fight."

"Doesn't look like I have much choice. You've already done this."

"No, Taylor. We live in a different age to Kitchener, even you did. A more advanced age of integrated communication. I want you to go live on the news for interviews. To tours of schools and cities, rally the people through a public tour that can be followed by every means of social media at our disposal. You'll have young men and women signing up in the millions.

Taylor shook his head.

"Use my image, fake some videos, I don't care all that much, but I will not be a puppet paraded around like some circus act. I have been there and experienced it firsthand. However positive an effect you might think it will have, the result will be very different. Those were dark days."

A Naval commander nearby piped up.

"All the wars you have lived through and you call those dark days?"

Taylor nodded with hesitation.

"To have the support of a people when at war is far preferable to being hated by your own people in peace."

Isaacs saw he had struck a nerve and stood up with outstretched hands to intervene.

"Okay, okay, I think we understand one another. Please take a seat, Colonel."

"I'd rather not. There is much to be done, if you are finished?"

Isaacs nodded.

"Okay, Colonel, and thank you for your understanding. This will help our cause more than any action you can carry out singlehandedly."

He thought about it and turned to leave but stopped himself.

"I'll do one piece for you. One sketch that you can use for recruitment."

Isaacs’ eyes lit up with excitement.

"But no interview, just me and a camera. I choose my words, and you don't edit or screw with them. When it's done, you can take it or leave it."

"That would be extremely helpful, thank you."

Taylor couldn't believe how much the President was pandering and grovelling to him. It felt as though he could just reach out and take the President's seat of power without a fight. That thought worried him. He never wanted that power, but he feared what others might do if they saw him as a threat to what they have. Too many times before his own superiors had betrayed him.

"You know I am just a fighting man?"

The President looked confused, so he went on.

"I never want political office or any of that. Sometimes I do the craziest of things, but only for the right reasons. I am no threat to you, you understand that, right?"

Isaacs looked both a little reassured and uncertain all at the same time.

"Give me an hour, and I'll be back to give you your recording."

"Thank you, Colonel."

As he exited the room, he found Jones leaning against a wall outside waiting for him. The Lieutenant quickly jumped to his side and carried on as he walked. He waited for Taylor to speak, but when nothing came, he started asking the questions.

"What are our orders?"

Taylor shook his head. "We don't have any."

"Then what are we to do?"

"That's what I am about to find out."

It was a cryptic response, but Jones knew he wasn't going to get any more information, so he followed the Colonel as he weaved from one corridor and floor to another. They reached the ambassadorial quarters and strode up to Irala's room. Before he could even press the buzzer, the door slid open as if he were expected.

They stepped in to the rather spacious quarters. It was stark, with no decoration and little of anything at all beyond a bed and a stool. Irala was sitting upon the stool as if in a meditative state.

"You want to know how to kill Bolormaa?" Irala asked.

He opened his eyes but did not move.

"How did you guess?"

"Because you are, as your people say, like a dog with a bone."

Taylor smiled in response, for he couldn't deny it.

"What is he talking about?" Jones asked.

"Some way of killing the creature that we don't know. In the aftermath of the Cholan attack, he mentioned it. I've not stopped thinking about it since, but this is the first spare moment I have had to pursue it. Hence the sentiment."

Irala remained sitting silently atop his stool, as if waiting for another question.

"What are you even doing in here?" Taylor asked, "Just sitting about, what is it that you do?"

"I think," he replied calmly.

"Think? With all the things we need to do to prepare for this war."

"When you have lived as long as I have, you soon begin to appreciate the moments when we may sit back for hours or even days at a time and contemplate all the facts. Other races see or believe that we can predict the future, but as I told you a long time ago, we are simply thorough in our calculations in all matters in life. When you can afford the time to do nothing, but piece together all the knowledge and information you have, you may come to conclusions that might otherwise be missed by those who rush in."

"What are you implying?" Taylor asked while still smiling.

"You haven't changed a bit, have you?" asked Jones.

Taylor shrugged.

"Don't see why I ever should."

"Well, Irala, what is it you have? What do you know that the rest of us don't?"

"You know that Bolormaa is said to be unkillable? And you know firsthand from meeting one of her spawn that the reputation could indeed be fact?"

"Yeah, but I can't see that bastard making it out of that. Ganbaatar went down with that bomb. I saw him fall into darkness."

"Did you see him die?"

Taylor shook his head.

"Then you know nothing. Ganbaatar has survived more than you can ever imagine. Show me his head, and only then will I believe he is dead."

"Okay. Let's believe she is as unkillable as you say, then you know a way of killing these bastards, so tell us."

Irala took a deep breath.

"What I am about to tell you is considered to be little more than myth by many of my people."

Taylor and Jones said nothing, waiting in suspense for him to continue.

"There is a weapon that was said to be in the possession of our people. A weapon forged by Bolormaa's birth mother herself."

Taylor couldn't wait any longer as Irala spoke so slowly.

"What kind of weapon?"

"A spear."

But Taylor waited patiently now for him explain.

"A weapon so uniquely powerful it could penetrate any substance known in the universe. To my people it is known as the Pauri Tao, but they are known to have called it Tam Ir, or Tamir. I am not sure their people believe in its existence any more than most of my people do."

"But you believe in it, don't you? Or you wouldn't have baited me with the very idea?"

Irala nodded.

"Many of my people would scorn me for ever having told you, but there are a few who still believe."

"Where is it?" Jones asked impatiently.

Irala frowned a little, and Taylor could see this was the sticking point.

"Rumoured to be buried deep below the surface of our homeworld."

"Onesaka?"

Irala shook his head.

"No, Jones, he means the one before the Krys invasion, the planet that was obliterated by them. Is it not just a wasteland now?"

"Yes it is."

"Then why haven't you been back there to recover this weapon?"

"For too long the Krys ensured we never could, and as time has passed, it has fallen from legend to myth, and all but forgotten. Too few of us still believe to pursue it for ourselves, and the risk the Morohta now present means we cannot contemplate such a venture. Not without help."

Taylor paced back and forth, thinking about the prospect of such a powerful weapon.

"Surely this is just a fairytale that you tell kids?" Jones asked, "Are you not familiar with the sword Excalibur?"

"I know more about Human culture than you could ever expect to learn in the years you have in this life."

"Then you know every culture has some bullshit fairy tale of a magical weapon that can do all kinds of amazing things? Why would your story be any more believable? If we were to go looking for Excalibur, we would be considered insane, probably locked up. What possible reason do you have to believe this Tamir thing exists?"

Both looked to him for some kind of answer, but he didn't seem willing to give up anything more.

"Come on, my old friend," Taylor pleaded, "You cannot expect us to buy into such a story and act upon it without a little more reason to believe it. You clearly do, and passionately so. Tell us why, make us believe as you do."

He did not respond.

"Come on."
He beckoned to Jones and headed for the door.

"Okay," said Irala.

Both of them stopped and listened intently.

"My grandfather, Tane Mahuta, was alive when my people fought the Morohta. When I was young, he was one of the few surviving from that war. Even then, it was fading from memory for my people. He was there the day one of our people took up the Pauri Tao. He seized it from Bolormaa in single combat, the great hero Rua. He inflicted a wound upon the beast with the weapon, but was himself dealt a mortal wound."

"And you believe the story your grandfather told you?"

"Yes, Lieutenant Jones, I would have no reason not to."

"So what happened to the weapon?" asked Taylor.

"It was buried deep within the surface of our planet. Only a handful knew of its existence and location; to all others it was nothing more than a myth. Our council of leaders believed the very existence of such a weapon would act as a deterrent to Bolormaa."

"Did it?"

"Of a sort. None of our people ever saw Bolormaa with their own eyes again. Many believed she was too terrified to ever come near the weapon."

"Why not just destroy the planet?" asked Jones, "I am sure she had the means."

"Because the Pauri Tao is sacred to her. It was a great insult to have lost it. Why her terrible war stopped we may never know. But my grandfather believed that had the war lasted for even a few more weeks, the weapon would have been discovered. All those who knew of its presence were tortured and eventually killed, but no one ever revealed its location."

"All but your grandfather?"

"None knew that he was there that day. He had left his post in assistance of Rua, and for that he was disgraced. Nobody ever believed his story."

"Except you?" asked Jones.

Irala nodded once again.

"And you still believe them?" asked Taylor.

"Nothing would give me cause to doubt."

"And you believe we will need this weapon if we are to defeat Bolormaa."

"Yes, I do."

Taylor paced back for forth again as he tried to make sense of it all.

"You take this to the President and he will call you insane."

"Wouldn't be the first time, Jones."

"What are you going to do?"

* * *

Two days had passed as Taylor had wandered the station in a daze, thinking about Irala's story. Every time he thought how insane it sounded, he remembered his encounter with Ganbaatar. He knew they needed something more than what they were able to assemble. He finally found himself outside Irala's door once again. The door opened. Jones was sitting inside the room with the Councillor.

"Well, Colonel, have you made up your mind?" Irala asked.