The Ascendant Stars (26 page)

‘Rory?’ Theo said. ‘You mean, he’s not having those implants removed? You get to be free of them but he doesn’t?’ Theo found himself getting angry. ‘Was this planned? Did you arrange this, Chel?’

‘Theodor, I promise you that
I
did not … ’

‘
Segrana saw what was needed and acted accordingly
,’ said the deep voice of the Zyradin. ‘
Your friend will still be able to interact with the Legion Knight’s devices but the implants can no longer hurt or control him.
’

‘It’s still unfair,’ said Theo. ‘You did not even ask him.’

‘
If the Legion of Avatars breaks through to this world, they will ask nothing of anyone when they begin their slaughter.
’

‘We should go and contact Hammergard,’ said Ian Cameron. ‘Have the Spiralist renegade leader ready to talk with you, to agree on a plan of attack.’

‘You’ll have to use the shortwave now,’ Gideon said. ‘I shall join you shortly.’

Theo watched them leave the hall, frowning.

‘We are assuming a lot, you know,’ he said. ‘That Rory will agree to play this part. That he can actually get past the mech security and down to the well chamber, and if he does, what then? What can he do to close it down?’

‘
Ordinary weapons and explosives cannot harm the warpwell or disturb its functions
,’ said the Zyradin. ‘
A thermonuclear apparatus might affect the surface material and suspend its processes but only for a short time …
’

‘Such weapons are neither available nor advisable,’ said Chel, as if continuing the Zyradin’s sentence. ‘What is required is a space-fold occluder, which will close up and lock the well, keeping us safe from one threat, at least.’

‘
The device will be delivered to this place at this time tomorrow.
’

The bright, pulsing thread then thinned and faded into the surrounding milky radiance.

‘The mystical Zyradin departs,’ said Listener Weynl.

‘Meanwhile, we have to go and devise an insane plan of attack,’ Theo said to Chel. ‘I expect that you’ve been given a task too.’

Chel smiled and raised his right hand, palm outward. Theo’s eyes widened – a number of shining blue motes, perhaps a dozen or a score, wandered over and through the flesh of the Uvovo’s hand. The skin glowed as they moved beneath it.

‘Throughout the valleys and forests of Umara,’ Chel said, ‘the song of Segrana sings softly, in the fields, the trees, the streams and the soil, and in the burrows and roothouses of our ancestors. With this gift I can awaken the powers of that song … ’

As they watched, the Seer’s form brightened, the details of his face blurring, merging then fading into the flowing radiance which itself then grew faint, a tenuous tracery of glimmer hanging over the patterns of the stone platform. Till there was only a silver shimmer which melted away to nothing.

Listener Weynl sighed, a weary sound, and sat on the flagstones before the raised circular platform.

‘We’ll need to put together lists of volunteers, weapons and supplies,’ Gideon said.

‘I’ll have Alexei Firmanov help you with that,’ Theo said. ‘While I’m away.’

The Tygran frowned. ‘Where are you going?’

‘To persuade Varstrand to fly me north to the daughter-forest,’ he said. ‘A good friend is going to need a ride home.’

In the blackness of space the ship spun, helpless and crippled. It was turning end over end with a certain grace while also rotating about its longitudinal axis. External lights and landing indicators flickered erratically and vapour leaks left strange, fading spirals of frozen crystals in the vessel’s wake.

A Hegemony ship, a heavy assault implementer called the
Ivwa-Kagoy
, was tracking it on its course away from the Human colony world. The pursuit was also leading away from the fighting but the Hegemony captain was confident that the mighty carrier,
Baqrith-Zo
, was quite capable of obliterating a pair of Imisil scouts. This Human vessel, however, was a different matter. It matched the configuration of an Ezgara ship yet it had been fighting alongside the Imisil when the Hegemony carrier group exited hyperspace near the system’s periphery. There had been rumours of an Ezgara regiment turning renegade and the Father-Admiral urgently needed to know if there were any other similar rogue vessels in the stellar vicinity. His orders were clear – capture and interrogate.

Standing at his elevated command console, the Sendrukan captain surveyed projected screens full of scan data on the Human vessel. The sensors had detected some forty-seven lifesigns, whereas the
Ivwa-Kagoy
’s complement came to twenty-five.

But Humans are like children next to us
, the captain thought.
My crew should be able to overcome them without difficulty. However, Ezgara prisoners may present a problem. A degree of caution and subterfuge is required
.

He was consulting with the ship’s machine intelligence and his own mind-companion when visual updates streamed across his command screens. Minor explosions aboard the Ezgara vessel had expelled some lesser debris, hull armour, outer bulkhead fragments, components, cabling, and white clouds of escape gases. There was also a larger object that looked to have been partially dislodged from its fastenings – one of the screens showed it swinging out from a shallow recess on the Ezgara vessel’s underside, still attached. Then something gave way and the object, now visible as a small shuttle pod, was flung outwards by the still-spinning ship. One sensor cluster tracked its slow tumbling progress for a moment or two; the expert system observed the erratic misfiring of its attitude thrusters, noted the absence of lifeforms aboard and demoted its monitoring priority.

So when one of the shuttle pod’s port thrusters fired in longer bursts, sending it into a tighter, faster spin, the sensors’ expert system failed to register it as a problem. Until it came out of its spin on a fast intercept trajectory, all thrusters on full burn, driving it towards the Hegemony ship. Collision alarms started yammering on the bridge and the machine mind advised the captain and his officers to retreat to the midsection.

But with only a few seconds to react, they had only begun moving to the exits when the shuttle crashed nose first into the viewport. Armoured glass barriers shattered under the impact, layers of hull around it bent and split, and the shuttle’s blunt prow burst through into the bridge. Suddenly there was the shriek of escaping atmosphere, and emergency facemasks popped out of their wall niches. But the force of depressurisation dragged the captain towards the smashed-in viewport, just as it dislodged the shuttle and propelled it back out.

Followed by the suffocated, flash-frozen bodies of the captain and his officers.

On board the
Starfire
, Greg turned to Lieutenant Malachi Ash and said, ‘That came off very well, I think.’

‘I’ll be happier when the ship’s in our hands,’ said Ash. ‘The
next part will not be pretty and could go badly wrong if they decide to rig the drives to self-destruct.’

It took twenty minutes to manoeuvre alongside the Hegemony vessel, which was still heading along its original course even though the thrust drive had been shut down. The
Starfire
’s attitudinal jets were functioning but that was about all – the hyperdrive was half-slagged and most of the generators were blown, which meant that the weaponry could be neither powered nor aimed. Greg just hoped that this hijacking didn’t result in two wrecked ships.

Greg’s experience of close-quarter combat was nearly nonexistent so Ash made him stay with the rearguard, watching over the medical team and the ammo bearers. The Tygran energy weapons were keyed back to non-lethal settings to avoid damaging vital systems. In addition, some carried weighted clubs, daggers and tanglers. Malachi had been aboard this class of Hegemony warship before, and once a beachhead was established around the lateral airlock he was quick to move against the engineering section with the greater part of his troops. A smaller force was sent to secure the aft armoury.

Most of the fighting was over in less than an hour. The injuries were terrible yet the medic, Lieutenant Valerius, remained calm throughout, his tense manner matching his apparently tireless ability to deal with patient after patient. Gashes were pincerwired, burns were dermasprayed, beam- or blade-severed extremities were tagged and stored in a stasiscase while the wounds were coated in isolation gel then hardshelled. By the end the tally had reached two dead (and swiftly jettisoned out of the nearest airlock), five walking wounded and three stretcher cases.

Everyone looked bruised and battered and physically drained. Close-quarters and hand-to-hand combat against adversaries who were two, sometimes three feet taller (and correspondingly brawnier) was taxing, even with two- or three-to-one odds. This difference in scale was reflected in the ship’s interior. On his way to engineering, where Ash had set up his command post,
Greg noticed the height and width of the passageways and doors, the oddly oppressive gold and grey colour scheme, and elaborate bas-relief mouldings that covered the upper half of every bulkhead.

Two of Ash’s men were dragging a dead Sendrukan out into the corridor by the feet as Greg arrived. Past the entrance to the engineering deck, the ornamentation was impressively overbearing, more bas-relief mouldings, several life-size silver statues mounted at head height in the corners, each demonstrating a different preindustrial technical skill. Immense consoles dominated the room with a large, complex one occupying half the floor and butting against a wide window broken into hexagonal segments. Cabling sprouted from various open panels on the big console, where a group of Tygran techs worked, watched over by Ash.

‘Ah, Mr Cameron, good of you to join us,’ Ash said. ‘As you can see, we are in the process of rerouting bridge functions down here – in fact the Sendrukans had nearly accomplished it when we so rudely interrupted them. Luckily, Second Senior Instrumentationalist Panabec here has agreed to help us.’

A Sendrukan stood nearby, cuffed and shackled, towering over his two armed guards. His dark blue uniform was torn at one shoulder and his broad face bore a glumly stoic look. Greg wondered at the wisdom of taking advice from an enemy prisoner until one of the Tygran techs turned and nodded to Ash.

‘That’s the AI cores wiped, sir,’ he said. ‘Including the backup. The interface module is fully spliced into their matrix hub and we’re ready to bring the
Starfire
copy online.’

‘Have all precautions been taken?’ Ash said.

‘They have, sir.’

‘Good – carry on.’ Ash smiled at Greg. ‘Panabec assures me that AI transitioning is a straightforward procedure. If it’s not, he’ll be joining the rest of the prisoners in the hold.’

Before he finished, the tiny emitters all along the top of the line of big consoles winked on, flickered, and three large holoscreens appeared above them, angled downwards. Smaller ones appeared at other secondary workstations around the deck. Ash nodded.

‘
Starfire
-copy,’ he said. ‘Are you in control of this vessel’s systems and do you recognise my voice?’

‘Full control will be attained in two point five minutes on completion of calibration. You are Lieutenant Malachi Ash, second in command to Captain Franklyn Gideon.’

‘Indeed so,
Starfire
-copy,’ Ash said. ‘Give me a brief summary of this vessel’s offensive capabilities.’

‘Nine dual-function projectors, two at the stern, three at the prow, and two on each flank. Four launchers, one long-range, two medium, and one short-range, high-rate submunitioner. Additional offensive capabilities can include comm-sensor countermeasures and certain exotic forcefield properties.’

Seeing how pleased Ash was, Greg said, ‘
Starfire
-copy, do you know the Hegemony designation of this vessel?’

‘This is the heavy assault implementer
Ivwa-Kagoy
.’

‘I think a new name is called for,’ Greg said, looking at Ash. ‘Don’t you think, Lieutenant?’

‘Yes, you’re right.
Starfire
-copy, is there a protocol for the rebadging of captured enemy vessels?’

‘Captured enemy vessels are renamed under a colour-coding protocol. This class of vessel falls into categories red and silver.’

Greg and Ash exchanged thoughtful looks. The latter shrugged and Greg said, ‘How about
Silverlance
?’

‘
Silverlance
would be acceptable under protocol parameters,’ said the transplanted AI.

‘Very well,’ said Ash. ‘Execute this change.’

‘Done. The designation of this ship is now Recon Strike Cruiser
Silverlance
. Note that systematrix calibration is complete – this intelligence can now offer full control of this vessel.’

Ash turned to the Sendrukan Panabec, and gave a small, sharp bow of the head. ‘My thanks and appreciation for your valuable assistance, Instrumentationalist.’

‘The integrity of my machines is my duty,’ the Sendrukan said gravely. ‘May I be permitted to rest?’

‘Certainly,’ Ash said, nodding to the guards, who escorted the Sendrukan engineer through a side door.

‘Attention,’ said the ship AI. ‘Urgent communication from
Starfire
bridge personnel, with accompanying update files and realtime sensor readings.’