Authors: Steve Wheeler
Jasmine broke through his investigations. ‘Stephine! Look at
Crystal
!’
The Hangers were peeling off
Crystal
and moving at speed towards them. The comms lasers were firing messages across to them and also to
Agate.
Marko toggled the view to watch
Agate
as the Hangers dropped away from that ship as well.
Agate
then rolled fast over onto its back and jumped away. All the squadrons of Hangers were forming on Stephine’s ship as
Crystal
continued to accelerate hard towards the distant orbiting base.
Stephine cursed. ‘The prick! Just as well there is no other crew with her. She has run back to them. She must have been so turned against us on a level I would not have thought possible.
Agate
is going to warn everyone and will then return. Veg, if you please, strip
Crystal
of its weapons and eject the AI as well.’
Marko was not really surprised but asked the question anyway. ‘Shit, so you guys were prepared for this?’
‘Yes, Marko,’ Veg quietly said. ‘It was at Michael’s insistence. Something made him believe that this was possible, although we argued against it.’
‘So why not just smoke
Crystal
? We can easily achieve that from right here.’
After a long pause, Stephine replied. ‘I am under express orders from General May not to engage her unless she is obviously intent on attacking us or any Admin forces. I have used some of my most foul insults on her, Marko, but she is not responding, which is a pity.’
Marko’s instruments showed him that twenty-five Compressors were now moving away from
Crystal
and forming a wall between them,
Crystal
and the distant base.
Over the next few hours
Crystal
continued to close with the station and, from what he could see, Orbital fighters were on their way out to meet her with an odd-shaped frigate behind them. Beside him the Hangers had formed a defensive screen around them and Marko saw that
Agate
must have deployed their Compressors as well, as they moved forwards to join the others.
Twenty minutes later
Agate
popped back to the LP and took up station to their right. Marko watched through the long-range screen which was gathering data from all the ships and hardware — and then creating a real-time image of what was occurring thousands of kilometres away — Marko saw
Crystal
and the odd-looking frigate merge. It then turned away and over time disappeared behind the moon.
He had the very distinct feeling that they were the bait, or the swung bat stirring up the hornets’ nest.
He thought: That’s the trouble when you’ve been in charge of things. When you’re the boss you know everything that’s happening and you know where you are at. When you’re no longer the big cheese, someone else is getting the knowledge and you are just following orders. He decided then and there that he wanted to be one of the leaders fulltime.
As a squadron, they quietly moved in a moderately tight circle pattern just inside the outer boundary of the LP and waited for something to happen. Marko flicked up through the comms channels, searching for what was probably some sort of ultimatum being given to the distant base and also to the other ships in the system, but heard nothing. He expanded out the search profiles and it became apparent that a large force was holding station in most of the LPs throughout the system. Looking at his displays, he could see that the base had deployed heavy defensive structures. He wondered who would blink first.
The waiting became tedious so he played some of Fritz’s most soothing music. He nodded off, realising that the new suit was considerably more comfortable than his old one and would allow him to sleep well.
He woke up with Flint prodding him. ‘Hey, little mate, what’s up?’
‘Nothing really, Marko. I just wanted to see if you are all right?’
Marko smiled and patted the little mech’s head. ‘Yeah; couple of hours’ kip was nice. Let’s see what this suit can feed me.’
Flint smiled his little smile as he told Marko more about his suit. ‘You do know that it now has an AI built into it, don’t you, Marko? I note that you have not conversed with it yet. I have; it is a little clinical and direct, but it says that the more we converse with it the nicer it will become.’
Marko jolted, quite startled at this news. ‘Oh, um, no, I did not know that. Veg and I had never discussed it so I assumed that it would have a computer, but not an AI. Thanks for letting me know. Hello, suit. What do you call yourself?’
A cultured but metallic voice sounded inside his head. ‘Sergeant Major Spitz. I have no name. Is it required that I do?’
Marko shrugged. ‘Well, no, not really I suppose. So why are you an Augmented Intelligence?’
‘Simple. My station in life is to keep you alive and to be able to interface with any piece of equipment or craft in the optimum fashion. I was created by Veg and Stephine to carry out this task, primarily, I believe, for their peace of mind.’
As Flint had said, the more they conversed the more Marko liked the suit, and it was far in advance of anything he had ever encountered. Apart from the ordinary medical and biological kit, it had a whole suite of advanced survival gear, plus a linear rifle, not unlike Glint’s, folded down into its structure. Working his way down through the schematics of the suit-container he recognised a few of the designs that Veg, Topaz and Marko had worked on together. It also had a large-calibre pistol, no doubt courtesy of Jan, locked just under the skin on the side of what was currently the acceleration couch. The real surprise to Marko was that it could also deploy legs and create a little armoured walker around him. He shook his head and opened a line to Veg.
‘Wow, Veg, lovely piece of kit you have presented me with here. Thanks, buddy. So when are we going to make it fly?’
‘Ha ha, pleased that you appreciate it, Marko. Fly? That’s the next stage.’
Marko wondered why he was not hungry or thirsty and brought up his blood readings to see what was happening and found that the suit was keeping him in an optimum state through his stomach shunt. He frowned, wondering if that was a good thing, then found there was a whole menu of what were effectively lollies available, so he tried a few of those.
‘Flint. What do you think we should call this suit?’
After a few seconds the mechanical said, ‘Tux. Short for Tuxedo.’
‘A bit twee, but yeah, why not.’ He laughed out loud. ‘Suit, I now hereby call you Tux and Tux, I am bored and wishing I had access to Topaz, so I could at least do a little design work.’
‘I do not see the problem, Marko,’ Tux replied. ‘I am at your service. This particular Hanger was also especially commissioned for you and we have any amount of computing power available to us. Stephine took the liberty of gaining your current work file from Topaz, so I see no problems in you doing design work while we wait for our orders.’
So they waited, and Marko conversed with everyone, designed, slept and waited some more. Every so often Tux would activate a group of muscles in Marko’s body to keep him toned. Marko thought it was disconcerting, to say the least, especially when facial muscles were being given a workout.
On a whim, he called up some of the more specialist files that Ernst had created and was a little surprised that Stephine had not clipped them out of the other program files. He nonchalantly tapped Flint to get his attention, then opened the faceplate on the suit. He activated a secure line-of-sight comms with Flint. ‘Hey, Flint, I like this suit. How about we make the suit and this Hanger truly ours? Do you think you can isolate us for twenty or so minutes without Stephine knowing? You would need to find the couplings and hack into them, making it seem as if we were quietly chatting and such. Meanwhile, I’ll integrate some of Topaz into the controls of Tux.’
The little head bobbed up and down. ‘Good! I have been waiting for you to do this, Marko. Like Glint says, sometimes you are a little slow. Independence, even from your best friends, is a good thing. As soon as you hear that you are talking to Tux, you will know that we are isolated.’
With that Flint scuttled down the side of the couch and disappeared, saying to Tux that he was going to have a look around inside the Hanger. Some minutes later Marko heard himself reassuring Tux that Flint would do no harm and that he was a superb engineering ACE. He then heard himself asking if Tux would like to look at some of the creation base files of Flint and Tux said that he would.
Marko could now continue with his plan and, accordingly, activated the Topaz seizure program. The design, which Fritz had also had a hand in, was sleek and very smooth. No nasties were involved, just a slippery, fluid, AI over-blanket which took complete control of Tux and the Hanger, and installed in them both a total empathy to Marko.
It was the same program he’d used for the ACEs, but with some subtle modifications. If control seizure was attempted by an external force, Tux and the Hanger AI would respond as if control had, in fact, successfully been taken, but they would be looking out for Marko’s welfare and the welfare of those he held dear. As the program did its job, Flint kept up the illusion of benign chatter for anyone who was listening. Marko ran a modified 17JAI checker and found that the installation was sweet. Nobody would be any the wiser. Seconds later Flint scuttled up onto his chest, saying that he liked the way the Hanger had been built and showing Marko non-standard fittings that he had found. Marko gave a big smile, then called up Glint.
‘Yes, Marko,’ the ACE replied.
‘Flint has found that whoever built this Hanger for me actually designed a space for you as well. Thanks, Stephine, Veg, very kind. Can you let him on board, please?’
Stephine answered. ‘We wondered how long it would be before you discovered that extra. Nail is coming to have a look too. Should be with you shortly. I am sending some fruit and a coffee to you and Glint is delivering the same to the girls.’
Glint’s grinning self arrived with a box of fruit and coffee. Marko thanked Veg and Stephine saying how it was really nice being looked after and that he so appreciated it. Glint and Nail pressed their faces up against the canopy, and then settled back to watch the screens.
A fast picket arrived and departed a few times through the LP, dropping off more Compressors and also high-acceleration missiles. As soon as the ordinance arrived, it would disperse and hold position around them. The next deliveries were small acceleration rigs for the Compressors. They peeled off from the picket and quickly manoeuvred themselves up against the Compressors, locking themselves on. The pressure was ratcheting up against the enemy base all the time. Then another deployment of missiles arrived and units started to form groups of five Compressors around a single missile. As each group became complete, it would slowly power off in formation and then maintain a position.
Marko frowned. ‘Hey, Nail. Run the maths. How many times over are we capable of destroying that base now?’
The answer was immediate. ‘Three point two one, Marko.’
He slowly nodded, finished his coffee and said, ‘It’s about showtime, I believe. I don’t see any evidence of the enemy’s primary weapons carrier though.’
Then they waited some more.
Marko had nodded off again and was having a lovely dream involving himself and Jasmine and Lilly, naked, with Jan also naked ... Suddenly, he was awake and watching
Basalt
hurtle past them, firing across into the moon’s atmosphere. The central linear accelerator cannon was spitting out a blindingly fast munition of some sort in a huge stream of fire and the missiles with their attendant Compressors were also on the move, targeting every attendant ship on the base as they in turn raced to intercept
Basalt’s
missiles. As soon as
Basalt
turned to sweep back towards the LP, another frigate appeared and took over, keeping up the same concentrated fire as
Basalt
had. Then another four frigates arrived in sequence and continued attacking. The rest of them held station and watched the rampage of the frigates and followed the ordinances as they accelerated towards the moon and its orbiting base over twelve thousand kilometres away.
Marko cheered, ‘Right, that’s more like it! OK, considering the acceleration and the distance, yeah, we should start to see impacts in about one hour forty minutes.’
Glint turned his head to look directly at Marko. ‘This is a different way of fighting a battle, Marko. Everyone can see exactly what is coming for a long time, except for the lasers and the particle beams.’
Marko nodded. ‘You’re right, Glint. It’s when the heavy weapons finally get close to their targets that things will really heat up.’
‘Marko, Lilly, Jasmine,’ Stephine suddenly said. ‘Stay attached until I say so. It is our squadron’s job to secure this LP and allow the frigates to do the main job.’
Marko wondered why she said that, but kept his query to himself. ‘Acknowledged, Stephine.’
The long-range screen showed them that the munitions
Basalt
and the other attack frigates were firing a modified Compressor and also antimatter cells. He smiled to himself, knowing that his royalty account balances were increasing every time one of the antimatter cells was fired, as it had been
Basalt’s
discovery of the technology in the alien library many years earlier that had led to their development.
The long-distance battle was not all one-sided. The weapons being targeted on them kept them moving quickly and the defensive weapons were firing almost continuously. One frigate was hit with a particle beam from the base, and the attack opened up the frigate along its full length. As soon as that happened, they started to fire their lasers in an attempt to destroy the heavy weapons and allow their remaining missiles to close on the base. The silent detonations really started then.