The AI War Part 26

What about the research notes?

No time.

Combine T'Lan always had contingencies. They'd activated a major one when no more messages came from T'Lan Two aboard Alpha Prime. Alpha Prime.

T'Lan Two A had been activated.

People had often remarked on the striking resemblance between T'Lan senior and T'Lan junior. It was a resemblance easily explained-they were of the same series- and easily seen as they stood together, deep beneath S'Hlu, watching the raid.

"I believe this is an act of desperate men with no other options?" asked T'Lan One.

The young-looking AI nodded. "Agreed."

"What bothers me," said the other, watching the screen that showed L'Wrona's contingent fighting for their lives, "is that it's a stupid act. Stupid I wouldn't have expected.

Come now, the armory? S'Gan and D'Trelna have-two cruisers, armed to the jump nodules."

The Combine's Operations Center was large, well-hidden, and only partially preoccupied with the defense of the complex. Most sections and stations were busy directing the activities of fleets of merchant and mining ships, relaying communications from star system to star system, collecting intelligence, and maintaining constant contact with the home universe.

"Then what?" said T'Lan Two A.

"Intruder alert, lab complex four, section red three," said a cool, soft voice issuing from all points of the big room.

"Then that," said T'Lan One, leaning over the console. "Punch up that section," he said to the operator.

A new screen flashed on, showing Harrison carrying a device from the cubicle while a blonde hunched over a complink, fingers flying, eyes scanning the text.

"Guan-Sharick," said T'Lan One. "That's how they got in-teleported." He shook his head. "I didn't believe your predecessor's report. They should be dead-they're organic."

He turned, issuing orders. "Activate lab thirteen's security shield. Withdraw all but a token force from the armory skirmish-it's a ruse. Security's to enter lab thirteen via selective shield penetration, kill those two intruders and recover the device they're stealing."

T'Lans One and Two A stood watching the blonde as the orders went out. "What else survives?" wondered T'Lan One, watching Guan-Sharick.

"Well done, Harrison," said the blonde, turning from the complink. "You may have just lost us the war."

"Why are you speaking?" he asked, hefting the strange device uneasily in his hand.

"Because it doesn't matter now-they've slapped a security shield on this building. I can't teieport through it. The jig, my friend, is up."

"What can I do?" he asked.

"See that door?" Guan-Sharick pointed to the gray slab of battlesteel that shut the lab off from the corridor. Harrison nodded.

"Blast the lock shut; that'll hold the slime for a while. I'll be sending what specs I have"-the trans.m.u.te tapped her head-"to Lan-Asal. Maybe, just maybe, they can replicate the device."

If we're killed, John added to himself, moving toward the door.

"H'Nar."

D'Trelna's voice came through sharp and clear in L'Wrona's earpiece.

"Yes?" he asked, ducking as a blaster bolt grazed the air duct he was behind, showering him with sparks.

"They've tumbled to it. They're responding a small army to that lab. And they've slapped a security shield on it. Go save them. They're on level seven."

"Where's the screen generator?" asked the captain.

D'Trelna touched his complink, watching the briefing scan as it scrolled by. After a moment he froze it and read quickly. "Subbas.e.m.e.nt seven, northwest quadrant four- unless they've moved it since the last FleetOps update."

"Have Lan-Asal tell Guan-Sharick to meet us there," said L'Wrona.

"Acknowledged," said the commodore.

With three quick bolts, L'Wrona finished the sniper he'd been toying with, rising as the man's body tumbled from a neighboring rooftop.

"To the boats!" shouted L'Wrona, waving his blaster. "To the boats!"

"Any lifepods launched?" asked D'Trelna, leaning over K'Raoda's shoulder, peering at the tacscan. Red X's marked what had been Deliverance Deliverance and three Combine ships. and three Combine ships.

"No, sir," said K'Raoda.

On the tacscan, twenty-one target blips continued to advance on the green dot marking Implacable. Implacable.

"No obliging mindslavers this time," said D'Trelna, straightening. "Get us some room, T'Lei. Move us farther out from the planet-gunnery to open fire as targets come in range."

He looked at the red X again, then went back to his post.

Lieutenant S'Til dashed across the corridor, blaster bolts snapping around her as she dived into the doorway.

"We're going the wrong way, Captain," she said, pulling herself into the corner shared with L'Wrona.

"No." He stepped around the corner, snapped off three bolts, then ducked back, dodging the return fire. "We're making for that room five doors down-field generator."

"It'll take all night-they've got at least one company between us and it," said S'Til.

"One more doorway's all we need, Lieutenant," said L'Wrona, waving the next squad forward. He and S'Til joined in the covering barrage.

Half the squad reached the next two doorways.

"Let's go," said L'Wrona. He and S'Til made for the next doorway, continuing the deadly game of leapfrog.

"Troops are in the bas.e.m.e.nt," said Guan-Sharick. "Bring the device.''

"Where are we going?" asked John.

The lab door was beginning to glow cherry red, the battlesteel slowly yielding under heavy blaster fire.

"Another hot spot, Harrison," said Guan-Sharick.

The lab was gone-the Terran found himself crouching in a gray doorway, blasters shrilling all around, the wide bore of an Mil A inches from his face. "Don't do that again, John," said L'Wrona, lowering the weapon.

"That's it?" he added, pointing to the device in John's hand.

"Yes," said Guan-Sharick.

"I wasn't addressing you," said L'Wrona. He turned back to Harrison. "Is it?"

"Allegedly," said the Terran. "Can you make it work?"

They ducked as a blue bolt tore into the top of the door frame, showering them with sparks and droplets of molten metal.

"Ask Guan-Sharick," said John.

L'Wrona turned reluctantly. "How does it work?"

"Ask me when we get to the ship, Captain," said the blonde, meeting his gaze.

"What if you don't get to the ship?"

"You'll see that I do, won't you, Captain?" she said with an easy smile.

L'Wrona looked out, checking the skirmish. "No one's going anywhere until we reach that generator room. There are about five squads of hostiles fronting us, backed by endless reserves."

"You seize the shield generator, then what?" asked John.

"Then Guan-Sharick teleports us back to Implacable," Implacable," said the captain. said the captain.

"I'm not a G.o.d," said the blonde. "I can get you out in fours and fives, but-"

"Just get the device back to the ship," said L'Wrona. "Please."

Guan-Sharick nodded.

R'Gal joined them, moving up the corridor and into the doorway, a blur of motion. "Guan-Sharick," he nodded. "R'Gal," nodded the blonde. "I need your help again," he said. "As in the Revolt?"

"As in the Revolt," said the AI. He pointed up the corridor. "Move me up one doorway-I'll jam the impulse matrix on the shield generator."

"Done," said the S'Cotar. R'Gal was gone.

"Blades attacking from the rear!" S'Til's voice crackled over the commnet.

"Squads seven, nine and four, face about!" ordered the captain.

The blades came slicing up the corridor, a long phalanx of death mowing through the troopers, firing and slicing. Whenever one fired, blue lightning snapped from its rim and a commando fell, shot neatly between the eyes.

It took overwhelming firepower to bring even one of the blades down. As John and L'Wrona fired from the doorway, the lead machine faltered, accelerated, and plunged past them, plowing into the wall, a geyser of blue-red flame.

"Shield's down," said Guan-Sharick, appearing between L'Wrona and Harrison. "Hideous things, aren't they?" she said, staring at the blades. The carnage ended as the blades vanished, leaving the smoldering remains of four machines behind.

"You flicked them away," said John.

Guan-Sharick nodded. "Northern polar region. It'll take them a while to get back."

"Shield's down," said R'Gal over the commnet. "Up and away!"

Eyes streaming, choking and wheezing from the smoke, D'Trelna and T'Ral dragged K'Raoda from the shattered navigation console, stumbling in the murky twilight.

They'd lost the lights almost at the start. The Combine ships, already wounded by S'Gan, were minimizing risks, coming in waves of four, pounding the shield at preselected points. Soon the shield was rippling red-white, too weak and unstable to completely stop the hundreds of blue fusion bolts ripping at it. Then the hull began taking hits- greatly weakened hits holing it in a score of places.

A diminished fusion salvo found the bridge, exploding row after row of consoles, sending the atmosphere rushing out in a sudden gust, until stopped by the automatic sealants. By then the bridge was a smoking ruin, dead and wounded laying where they'd fallen.

"N'Trol," D'Trelna had shouted over the din of alarms and explosions, "engineering to take conn!" Flipping off the commlink, he'd stood, bellowing, "Evacuate the bridge! Wounded first. All others to engineering." He'd turned then and seen K'Raoda, slumped on the deck. Cursing, he'd knelt beside the young officer, turning him gently onto his back. Blood ran freely from a nasty head wound, and his left hand was badly burned, but he'd live-until the shield failed.

D'Trelna's communicator beeped just as he reached the lift. "What?" he managed as T'Ral set K'Raoda down beside the other wounded. The lift doors closed and the machine moved sluggishly for Sick Bay.

"You want to kiss Implacable Implacable good-bye, D'Trelna?" It was N'Trol. "We can take three more of those runs, maybe four-shielding's almost gone-then we're one with the universe." good-bye, D'Trelna?" It was N'Trol. "We can take three more of those runs, maybe four-shielding's almost gone-then we're one with the universe."

"You keep that shield up, N'Trol!" snapped D'Trelna. Just leave us communications and internal transport."

"What do you think we've been doing?" The engineer's tone was jocular. Defense mechanism, thought D'Trelna, watching T'Ral rip open a medkit and fumble for a dry compress. N'Trol's as scared as the rest of us.

"Then carry on," he said as T'Ral put the compress on K'Raoda's forehead. The first officer groaned but remained unconscious. "I'll be there as soon as I can." If there's any there left to get to, he added to himself. Kneeling beside the medkit, he searched for the burn salve.

"They've raided the lab and stolen the prototype of a navigation jump aid." The security captain's face filled the comm screen. There was a nasty blaster burn across her cheek and exhaustion in every line in her face.

"Where are they now?" asked T'Lan One.

"Subbas.e.m.e.nt seven. We have them trapped."

"Very well. Continue. Make every effort to recover that navigational aid." He switched off before she could answer.

"If they reach their landing zone, they could pull it off," said T'Lan Two A. "That shuttle is jump equipped."

T'Lan One nodded. "Instruct our reaction force to disengage Implacable Implacable and establish a blockade around S'Hlu. Our enemies have risked everything to get that device. Whatever it is, they're not going to have it." and establish a blockade around S'Hlu. Our enemies have risked everything to get that device. Whatever it is, they're not going to have it."

"They're breaking off," said N'Trol.

"What?" D'Trelna looked at the small tacscan. Tucked away in the back of engineering, auxiliary control lacked the sophistication of the main bridge-there were only a handful of screens and four consoles, all now doubly manned. Yet one of the small screens showed the Combine ships were in fact leaving Implacable Implacable behind, racing for S'Hlu. behind, racing for S'Hlu.

"After them," said D'Trelna, reading the data. "They're after L'Wrona."

"You're crazy, Commodore," said N'Trol. The engineer's face was streaked with black, residue of an electrical fire in the shield generators. Bloodshot eyes glared at D'Trelna. "I can give you half of standard, or I can jump. I can't give you weapons and propulsion and shield."

D'Trelna felt him flushing. "Don't tell me what you-"

He and N'Trol whirled, drawing their side arms as Lan-Asal appeared on the other side of the console. The trans.m.u.te shook his head. "Mustn't think with our blasters, gentlemen."

"What is it?" said D'Trelna, holstering his M11A.