Helfort's War Book 4: The Battle for Commitment Planet (51 page)

“What the hell,” Sedova said with a smile. “Did I tell you I’m going to get hitched?”

“You’re kidding. No, you didn’t.”

“Yeah. Next month, hopefully, though the way ENCOMM pushes its units around, it may be the month after.”

“Ah, that’d be Trooper Zhu?”

“That’s the man. He’s with one of the combat engineering regiments.”

“Don’t know him,” Michael said. “But I’m glad, Kat. Very glad.” He meant it; if people like Sedova were prepared to make that sort of commitment, then maybe life might not be so bad, after all; maybe he should not feel so guilty. “I hope he makes you happy.”

“Thanks.” Sedova smacked her coffee mug down with an emphatic bang. “Coffee’s the one good thing—no, it’s the only good thing to come out of a Hammer canteen,” she said, pushing back in her battered chair.

“So what brings you here, Kat?”

“Handing Acharya’s effects over to FLTDETCOMM. Not that there was much to hand over,” she added, mouth turning down into a tight-lipped, bitter scowl. “Poor bastard never had a chance.”

“He did well, though.”

“He did,” Sedova said. “
Hell Bent
was worth fighting for, and I’m glad they saved her. Pity the NRA didn’t turn up five minutes sooner. Dev would still be alive. Not that I blame them. They had a lot going on.”

“They did. How’s the salvage work on
Alley Kat
going?”

“The engineers will have removed the last of the rockfall today. We’ll start stripping her down as soon us they give us the okay. I’ll be sorry to see her turned into a useless hulk, though. She was a good ship.”

“She was,” Michael said. “Always thought heavy landers were indestructible, though I’m damn sure they were never designed to survive thousands of tons of rock crashing down. You keeping the salvage work tight?”

“Yes. Only our people will get to see the pinchspace generators. We’ll break them down and split up the parts. If the Hammers ever find the bits—”

“Don’t go there,” Michael said. “I like to think we might be forgiven one day, but we won’t if we ever let the Hammers get their hands on a Block 6’s pinchspace generator.”

“No,” Sedova said, sipping her coffee. “What are you up to? Going to join the NRA?”

“Hell, no,” Michael said. “My last excursion was more than enough. It’s beyond me why Anna’s decided it’s the life for her. I think she’s nuts, but that’s Anna. Just hope she comes through.”

“She will. She’s tough and smart. So what are you doing?”

“Project for Adrissa. Strategic options, you know the sort of thing.”

“Well, no, I don’t, and since you obviously aren’t going to tell me, I’ll stop asking.”

“Sorry, Kat. Can’t talk about it.”

“That’s okay,” Sedova said with a cheerful smile. “I’ll be taking over
Hell Bent
.”

“How long before she’s back operational?”

“A week, maybe. Can’t wait. I have a few accounts to settle.” The look of hungry anticipation on Sedova’s face was hard to miss.

“We all do. Look, I’d better go. Captain Adrissa gets grumpy if I’m not working twenty hours a day. Catch you sometime.”

“Yup.”

Michael made his way back to FLTDETCOMM; Adrissa was waiting for him.

“We leave in ten minutes,” she said. “General Vaas wants to see us.”

“Long Shot, sir?”

Adrissa smiled a tight half smile. “Getting him to back this lunatic plan of yours? Yes, it’s a long shot. I’ll meet you at the maglev.”

“Sir.”

Setting off, Michael tried to keep his mind focused on the upcoming meeting with Vaas but soon gave up. His frame of mind had been bad enough before Anna’s latest vidcomm had trashed their plans for a two-day break. Now it was worse, and not just because Vaas’s insistence that the NRA go back on the
offensive meant Anna’s regiment would be in action any day now.

The thought of Anna back in combat was hard to bear; coming on top of the unremitting pressure he was under to whip Operation Long Shot—Adrissa’s feeble attempt at gallows humor—into something that might work made it even harder to bear. Not that he was not making progress; he was. The problem was the cost of failure. Michael had taken some terrible risks in his time but never anything on the scale of Long Shot.

It had to work.

If it did not, he would be dead, Anna’s death was inevitable, another casualty of the NRA meat grinder, and when the Hammer’s antimatter manufacturing plant started production, the Federated Worlds would follow. He had learned a lot about Hammers, and everything told him that this time they would not settle for anything less than absolute victory, even if they had to destroy a home planet or two to get it.

Arriving at the maglev station, he showed his pass and travel authority to the security detail. Waved through without a word, he found a seat on a makeshift bench bolted to the raw limestone walls and collapsed onto it to wait for Adrissa, happy to get the weight off his left leg.

Putting his head back, he tried to put Anna out of his mind while he waited for Adrissa to turn up.

   “The general will see you now, Captain. Follow me, please.”

“Thank you, Major Hok,” Adrissa said.

Michael followed Hok and Adrissa into one of ENCOMM’s small conference rooms; Vaas and his chief of staff were waiting. Vaas had changed, aging a good ten years since Michael had last seen him. Vaas waved the two Feds to take a seat, gazing at them from bloodshot eyes set deep in sockets puffy from lack of sleep.

“Captain, Lieutenant, welcome,” Vaas said. “Good to see you both.”

“Likewise. General Cortez.”

Vaas’s chief of staff, never one for small talk, acknowledged Adrissa with a nod of his bullnecked head.

After the obligatory coffee had arrived, Adrissa opened proceedings. “You’ve read my briefing note, sir?”

“I have. Remarkable is how I’d describe it. Something tells me your man had a lot to do with it.” Vaas waved a hand at Michael. “By the way, Lieutenant,” he said, “you and Mrs. Helfort did well. Colonel Mokhine was most complimentary. Quite a team.”

Michael squirmed in embarrassment. “Uh, Anna more than me, sir. She’s good at that sort of thing. I just did what I was told.”

Vaas laughed. “Yes, well. Thanks, anyway. Give my regards to your wife. She deserves her promotion.”

“I’ll pass that on. Thank you, sir.”

Vaas took a sip of coffee before continuing. “Now, Captain Adrissa, I’ve had a couple of my people look at your analysis. Put simply, they do not share your view that the NRA cannot win this war.”

“Typical Fed arrogance is the consensus view,” Cortez growled.

“Sir!” Adrissa protested, red anger spots coloring her cheeks. “I don’t th—”

“Hold on, hold on,” Vaas said. “That’s what they think. Now, General Cortez, tell the captain what we think.”

“We agree,” Cortez said.

Adrissa’s mouth sagged open. “You agree?”

“That’s what I just said, Captain. After all we’ve been through, after all we’ve achieved, it hurts to say so, but facts are facts. As the last week has proved, we can hold Branxton Base until hell freezes over. What we can’t do is cross the floodplain of the Oxus River and still have enough assets left to take McNair. We can’t build fliers, so we can’t win air superiority. We can’t manufacture rocket motors and missile warheads, so we can’t deploy an air-defense shield. Those are the facts. Ergo, we cannot take McNair. That is the inescapable conclusion.”

“Thank you, General,” Vaas said, nodding his agreement. “As you say, the facts are the facts. The important thing is what we do about them. Allowing Chief Councillor Polk to stalemate us while he pursues his insane war against the Feds is not
an option, and don’t think he’ll stop when he has dealt with the Federated Worlds.”

Adrissa started. “He wants to take on the rest of humanspace? Hasn’t he got enough to worry about, what with the NRA and the Feds? No offense, General, but you have to be kidding.”

“No, I’m not. One of our sources tells us Polk has commissioned a new strategic analysis that assumes the Federated Worlds will have been reduced to vassal status inside five years. The way Polk sees it, if he can defeat the Feds, he can defeat anyone in humanspace. The Sylvanians, the Frontier Planets, the Javitz Federation, even Old Earth.”

“What are you saying?” Adrissa whispered.

“Tell me I’m wrong, Captain, but with the Feds defeated, what’s to stop the Hammers? Chief Councillor Polk is attracted by the idea that the Hammer of Kraa might be reborn as, let me see, how did he put it … Oh, yes, as the Empire of the Hammer of Kraa.”

“And there are no prizes for guessing who the first emperor will be,” Cortez said softly into the shocked silence.

“Wait a minute,” Michael said. “To do that, they have to defeat the Feds. What makes you think they can do that?”

“Good question,” Vaas said. “Until a few weeks ago, I shared your view that it would be a close-run thing. If the Hammers finished that damned antimatter plant of theirs, they would win. If the Federation managed to rebuild its Fleet and put together an invasion force first, they would. All very simple, but we think things might have changed, and not for the better.”

“Changed?” Adrissa demanded. “How? And if things have changed, why was FLTDETCOMM not told?”

“Steady, Captain, steady,” Vaas said, his voice even and untroubled. “We have no obligation to tell you anything, please remember that, and in any case, I wanted to wait for confirmation. I don’t like going off half-cocked.”

Adrissa stared at Vaas before nodding. “My apologies, General,” she said.

“Accepted. As I was saying, things have changed. We’re not
sure of this, but we believe the Pascanici League has signed a treaty with the Hammers, a treaty of mutual support.”

Michael and Adrissa glanced at each other. “A treaty of mutual support,” Michael asked. “What does that mean?”

“Simple. They provide the Hammer of Kraa with capital and technology in exchange for a share of future spoils, the enormous spoils which an all-powerful Empire of the Hammer of Kraa is sure to generate.”

“Shit,” Michael hissed softly as he connected the dots. “Antimatter.”

“Oh, no,” Adrissa said, blanching. “That’s not good.”

“No, sir,” Michael said. “Apart from being mercenary scum, the Pascanicis have some of the best magnetic flux engineers in humanspace, and they are one of the wealthiest systems around. Which means—”

Vaas finished the sentence for him. “The Hammers will have their new antimatter plant operational a lot sooner than the five years you Feds have been assuming. You’ve got to hand it to Polk. It’s a very sweet deal.”

Fear clawed at Michael’s heart. If Vaas was right, it was game over. Everything he loved, his family and friends, all might be blown away. At best, the Federated Worlds would become irrelevant, subject to the Hammer’s every whim, a vassal system like Scobie’s World, a system whose sole purpose would be to support Polk’s megalomaniac dreams of empire.

He breathed in hard and deep to bring the fear under control. He turned to Adrissa. “There’s no choice, sir. Long Shot just has to work.”

“Yes, it does. It does,” Adrissa said. She scanned the faces of the three NRAs sitting across the table. “I think it is safe to assume that you agree.”

Silent, the three nodded.

“Good,” Adrissa said, “in which case can we look at what Helfort’s produced so far. I want to know what you think. Once we’re agreed on his analysis, we need to agree on a timetable and plan for executing Long Shot.”

“I agree,” Vaas said. “Lieutenant?”

“Thank you, General,” Michael said, relieved that the meeting was going to move on; he was sick of talking about the
problem. “If you’d look at the holovid, this is what I have so far. First …”

   Leaving Adrissa to talk to Vaas about something he was too junior to hear, Michael followed Major Hok out of the meeting room. He had mixed feelings. He had Vaas’s support, Cortez was onside, things were moving, and he was happy to be working with Hok. Vaas had refused to let him access ENCOMM’s intelligence knowledge base, so that was her job. All that was good.

The bad was an undercurrent of quiet desperation that permeated everything Vaas and Cortez said. The NRA’s defeat of the Hammer’s latest attempt to winkle them out of the Branxtons had been a Pyrrhic victory. Vaas knew it; every staffer in ENCOMM knew it. Add to that the fact that the Hammers might defeat the Federated Worlds inside three years and the NRA’s future did not look good.

“Coffee?” Michael asked.

“Dumb question, Lieutenant,” Hok said with a grin. “I was born a Hammer, remember, born with a tiny coffee mug in my tiny hand.”

Michael rolled his eyes in mock despair and shook his head. Without another word they turned into the ENCOMM canteen. As with everyone else in the NRA, Hok’s love of coffee bordered on the obsessive. Not that she was unusual; he had heard of Hammer units refusing combat until a defective drinkbot had been fixed.

Coffee in hand, Hok and Michael sat down in a corner, out of the way of the endless ebb and flow of ENCOMM staff.

“You think this can work, don’t you?” Hok said. “Talk about a surprise. Thought the general was going to choke.”

“Our Block 6’s, you mean?”

“Yup. I’ve been with the NRA for four years now, and let me tell you something. Knowing that we’re trapped dirtside with no chance of ever getting off this Kraa-forsaken planet is hard to take sometimes. I used to love my trips to Scobie’s,” she said with a wistful smile, “and now we find we have our very own starship sitting not 200 klicks from here. I have to hand it to you Feds; my father was a pinchspace generator
engineer, so I know more than most. How you guys managed to shoehorn them into something as small as an assault lander is beyond me.”

“You miss him? Your father, I mean.”

Hok’s head dropped. Oh, shit, thought Michael, wrong question. “Sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t ha—”

“No, no. There’s no way you could have known. I used to be a marine officer, ninth in my class, set for a good career, loyal and unquestioning, successful and ambitious. Then those black-uniformed scum went and arrested my father … Never did find out what for, maybe an anonymous report from a neighbor with an ax to grind. Don’t know. Last the family heard, he had been sent to the mass driver mines of Hell’s Moons. Not many people come back from there. I suppose we were lucky; DocSec didn’t arrest my mother, and the family was left alone. Anyway, two months after my dad was taken away, I decided that I couldn’t be part of the Hammer of Kraa anymore, so I deserted and here I am. Still wonder whether my father’s still alive … don’t suppose he is. Those mines are awful places.”