Martinez glanced around the room as he floated toward his acceleration cage. The watch were staring at their displays as if each expected something with claws to come bounding out of them.
“Missile attack, my lord,” Mersenne said as Martinez caught his acceleration cage. The cage swung with him, and he jacknifed, then inserted his feet and legs inside. “At least thirty. I’m sorry I didn’t let you into Command, but I didn’t want to unseal the door until I was certain the missiles had all been dealt with—didn’t want to irradiate the entire command crew if there were a near miss.”
It grated, but Martinez had to admit Mersenne was right.
“Any losses?” he asked.
“No, my lord.” Mersenne floated to a couch next to the warrant officer who had been handling the engines board, then webbed himself in and locked the engine displays in front of him. “We starburst as soon as we saw the missiles incoming, but when we hit eight gravities, there was an engine trip.”
Martinez, in the act of webbing himself onto his couch, stopped and stared.“Engine trip?” he said.
“Engine number one. Automated safety procedures tripped the other two before I could override them. I’ll try to get engines two and three back online, and then work out what happened to engine one.”
So now he knew why he’d suddenly found himself floating. The engines had quit, apparently on their own, and in the middle of a battle.
He pulled his displays down from over his head, heard them lock, began a study of the brief fight.
The Naxids hadn’t attacked in the Osser system, as Chandra’s war game had predicted. They’d waited for Chenforce to proceed to the next system, Arkhan-Dohg, where the hot, humid world of Arkhan supported a population of half a billion, mostly heat-loving Naxids, and cold, glacier-ridden Dohg supported a billion more, for the most part furry Torminel.
Chenforce hadn’t found anything to shoot at in Osser, and there was very little traffic in Arkhan-Dohg. The Naxids knew they were coming, and every ship that could move was being routed away from them.
Even though Chenforce was finding few targets at present, they were still creating a massive disruption in the rebel economy. The hundreds of ships fleeing Chenforce weren’t carrying cargoes to the appropriate destination. Not only were cargoes being routed well out of their way, many cargoes were stalled waiting for transport, and elsewhere industries were failing for want of supply.
The Naxid attempt to swat them from the sky had occurred when the squadron was two days into the Arkhan-Dohg system. Chenforce was suddenly painted with tracking lasers. Mersenne had immediately gone to general quarters and orderedIllustrious to accelerate as rapidly as possible away from the other ships. BeforeIllustrious was on its new heading, the sensor operators were reporting brief flares that showed incoming missiles making last-instant course corrections.
Most of the missiles targeted the swarm of decoys cruising ahead of Chenforce, but a few got through the screen to target the squadron itself, all to be destroyed by point-defense weapons. By that time the number one engine onIllustrious had tripped off and the cruiser was drifting, its captain floating bruised and unconscious in the corridor outside his office.
The Battle of Arkhan-Dohg, from the first alarm to the destruction of the last incoming missile, had taken a little less than three minutes.
“One failure in the point-defense array,” Husayn reported from the weapons station. “Antiproton gun three failed after one shot.”
“Just like Harzapid,” muttered Mersenne.
“How many decoys do we have in the tubes?” Martinez asked Husayn.
“Three, my lord.”
“Fire them immediately. We want to get decoys ahead of the squadron in case the Naxids have a follow-up attack.”
The Command crew looked a little hollow-eyed at this possibility.
“Decoys fired, my lord. Tubes cleared. Decoys proceeding normally under chemical rockets to safety point.”
“Replace them in the tubes with another set of decoys,” Martinez added.
Primary command crew were drifting through the hatch and quietly taking up their stations. Alikhan arrived lugging Martinez’s vac suit by a strap. Martinez told him to report to the weapons bays after putting the suit in one of the vac suit lockers: he didn’t have time to put it on right now.
“I’ve commenced a countdown on engines two and three,” Mersenne reported. “We’re at five minutes twenty-one.”
“Proceed.”
“My lord,” Husayn said, “decoys’ antimatter engines have ignited. All decoys maneuvering normally.”
“My lord,” said Signaler Roh, “Judge Arslanqueries our status.”
“Tell them we experienced a premature engine shutdown,” Martinez said. “Tell them we expect no long-term problem.”
“Yes, Lord Captain. Ah…Squadcom Chen wants to speak with you.”
“Put her on my board.”
“Yes, Lord Captain.”
Martinez hadn’t strapped on the close-fitting cap that held his earphones, virtual array, and medical sensors, so Michi’s voice came out of the speaker on his display, and was audible to everyone in command.
“Captain Martinez,” she said, “what thehell just happened?”
Martinez reported in as few words as possible. Michi listened with an intent, inward look on her face. “Very well,” she said. “I’ll order the rest of the squadron to take defensive positions around us until we’re maneuverable again.”
Martinez nodded. “May I recommend that you order more decoy launches?”
“Lieutenant Prasad’s already taken care of that.” Michi’s head tilted as she looked into her display. “Captain,” she said, “you look like you got run over by a herd of bison.”
“Acceleration threw me down a companion.”
“Are you all right? Shall I page Dr. Xi to Command?”
“I’m sure he’s busy enough where he is.”
She nodded. “Find out who painted us with that laser,” she said, “and blow him the fuck up.”
“Yes, my lady.”
“And take out the wormhole stations as well. I’m not having them spotting for the enemy.”
It’s uncivilized,Michi had said when she’d first raised the possibility of destroying wormhole stations. She’d occasionally done it in the past, when it was necessary to preserve secrecy concerning Chenforce’s movements, but for the most part she’d left them alone.
The moment defining,Martinez thought. Nothing like being shot at to rub away these refined little scruples.
The orange end-stamp came onto the display, signaling that Michi had broken the collection.
“Sensors,” Martinez said, “are we still being hit by that laser?”
“No, my lord,” Pan said. “They switched off as soon as the last missiles were destroyed—and because their information is limited by the speed of light, they don’tknow what happened here yet. So they must have had advanced warning concerning exactly when to light us up and when to stop.”
“Did you get a bearing?”