Oberheim (Voices) Part 31
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1:31:37- Alliance fighters draw within firing range. Dorfman mimics a lifeless crash-landing into the dark, heaving waters. The pursuit s.h.i.+ps hover for a time. Sixty foot waves show only scattered debris, no signs of life. They break off.
1:55:24- Czech submarin-guerilla vessel picks up coded recovery signal, makes toward the jettisoned escape pod, small and coffin-shaped.
3:27:02- Submarin vessel recovers German pilot, returns to a safer depth and slinks carefully back to guerilla base.
5:56:00- A large underwater door, thoroughly camouflaged, opens in the root of tower-like Manta Island. Vessel enters, continues forward, then slowly rises to the surface of a vast, underground hollow. Heinrich Dorfman begins his exile, which will last until the end of the war.
At 1440 hours, a bay door was opened aboard the Dreadnought, and a small speed-shuttle emerged. Major Janson brought her to a safe distance from the mother s.h.i.+p, double-checked coordinates, and took a deep breath. Slowly he engaged the main engines, preparing for light-speed.
"G.o.d help us..... At least I'll get to see Jenny and the kids."
He achieved the necessary momentum, switched on to full power, and turned the controls over to the computer. Seven minutes later the bomb detonated, and the s.h.i.+p burst into a thousand fragments.
His Christian G.o.d did nothing to save him.
V
At 0700 the following day the Dreadnought approached the Star Gate, whose hexagonal frame gleamed coldly among the stars like the blue-black barrel of a gun, surrounded by the vessels of its makers.
Linear skeletons, huge anti-matter projectors lay dormant within, their task completed. A soft-glistening sheet of silver, like a fine spray of undulating mist, shrouded the multiplied blackness beyond. This protective film began to grow vague as the rounded monolith of the Carrier, here and there ribbed or jagged, continued to advance patiently, with measured speed.
This silent Gate to Cerberus, newest tool of Armageddon, like those before it showed not the slightest emotion at its use, only cold, mechanical efficiency. The curving prow of Dreadnought, insane metallic smile, pushed forward at the mark, and was wrapped in a clear sheen of brilliance.
To a suddenly humbled engineering vessel that viewed this pa.s.sage from the side (though itself a work of successive human genius), it appeared indeed a magician's trick: the monstrous vessel was reduced by small fractions. Length was seduced, and did not reappear. And then the thrusting phallus was gone. The framework was all that remained.
Aboard the carrier the rush of scintillating motion had begun. Even those crews aboard s.h.i.+ps within the great s.h.i.+p, their minds bent forward in preparation for combat, could feel the sudden thrill of weightless, bodiless movement, and taste the ghoulish hum that began at low, convulsive pitch, then rose through noteless octaves, whirling, then whining high and unbearable, then gone beyond the range of hearing.
Aboard the vessel only Hayes seemed unmoved by the lightless pa.s.sage, like falling down a colossal well to the heart of a venomous, robotoid planet. All s.h.i.+p's power was lost, and in that phantom black those who did not already grip at chair and support-beam bent to their knees as if in prayer for deliverance.
But not Hayes. In his mind, he descended into h.e.l.l like the crucified Christ, whose lanced breast had flowed blood and water of forgiveness.
Except that Hayes did not forgive. For soon he would rise again, invincible.
True to the hollow-world metaphor, the s.h.i.+p, upon reaching the center of its plunge, pa.s.sed through and slowed gradually, and sensation became more bearable. The witch-sound returned with its screeching whine; but soon the worst was pa.s.sed. And like the short-lived fright of the daring child, who has pumped and pulled the playground swing to its highest arc and is suddenly weightless, cast loose from the normal laws of earth, feels a moment's fear, but then with the rush of downward motion again feels himself a conqueror, who has faced the darkness unafraid, so the men of the Third Fleet, once more surviving the nightmare world, felt themselves strong and hard, little boys afraid of nothing, marching boldly toward their moment of destiny and schoolyard fight.
And all at once their power returned. On the re-lighted bridge men quickly a.s.sumed martial att.i.tudes, and those whose functions allowed it watched the screens. Another silvery sheet appeared before them.
Soon this, too, was parted. Stars returned to the sky, along with the gold-orangish hue of a nearby planet. And behind and to one side of them, though still far off, a detachment of the Coalition Fleet whirled about and began to pursue. From the orbit of the planet as well, rose a small and desperate defense.
Hayes' voice boomed on the intercom, superceding sectarian commanders.
"All vessels prepare to attack. Chutes one through twelve lower and discharge. Enemy at five o'clock, bearing 3 - 4 Mark. Outward batteries key on planetary forces. Give 'em h.e.l.l boys; this one's for real!"
Within minutes over two hundred fighters, cruisers and destroyers had emerged from the death-womb of the Carrier, formed into squadrons and flotillas, turned to face the enemy and begun to move forward. That number again, including the four t.i.tanic battles.h.i.+ps, were held in reserve.
The straggle of fighters and destroyers from the planet's last line of defense the launched s.h.i.+ps ignored altogether, these being handled easily by the mult.i.tude of blazing turrets aboard the Dreadnought. One or two handfuls managed to elude fire long enough to harry the rear of the advancing ranks; but these were little more than beetles biting at the legs of wolves. A single heavy cruiser would turn its guns in their direction, and end forever the one-sided argument.
The s.h.i.+ps that advanced to meet them were more formidable. Suspecting a move of this kind (but needing to suspect a dozen other possibilities as well), the Coalition had detached eighty vessels, nearly a quarter of its strength, to patrol the area, and defend Friedrich Schiller, the beloved and irreplaceable East German home planet. And when the time came, though sleep had been scarce and tension high, they were ready to fight. Consisting mainly of German forces, they needed no high-sounding words to give blood in defense of their homeland.
In open s.p.a.ce battles of this kind, where there was no constricting lattice of energy fields to hinder movement (as at the Battle of Athena), the aggressor held the decided advantage. For here there was no barricades or tactically advantageous points, only a three dimensional sea of emptiness in all directions, here and there p.r.i.c.ked by planet islands, themselves destructible and a hindrance to mobility.
For this reason both sides had attempted to charge, and the resulting collision of forces at once split the conflagration into a dissipated struggle without borders, boundaries or points of reference.
And for the Coalition pilots and vessel commanders, this proved to be fatal. Outnumbered nearly three to one by more modern, swifter craft, needing to be watchful of every quarter at once, aware that soon the Dreadnought would add its considerable firepower to the fray, and thus needing an early knockout. . .it was impossible. They fought with courage and intensity, but so did the Americans. And though they knew it was no game (some of the Americans did also), and though they fought for home and family, this could not make them react quicker or shoot straighter than their more youthful counterparts, whose duel ambition---to stay alive and cover themselves with glory---combined with simply better equipment to give them the clear and early upper hand.
There would be no repeat of the Battle of Britain.
After ninety minutes of butchery, the bravest socialist pilots had had enough. Those who could, turned and fled into warp. Those who could not, were cut to pieces by the Dreadnought.
There were no prisoners taken.
While at the conclusion of this skirmish some faces among the ranks of the Commonwealth force beamed with confidence and victory, Hayes' was not one of them. He allowed his men roughly three minutes to exchange war hoops and congratulations, then ordered his next deployment. And he ordered his new Communications Officer, stationed on the bridge, to make contact with Schiller, which now lay exposed.
At first the planet refused to acknowledge the attempt, feigning interference. It was obvious they were trying to buy time. But when the Dreadnought, which continued to advance, began to lower its four great battles.h.i.+ps, and Hayes, on an uncoded channel ordered them, once deployed, to take up pseudo-orbital positions around it and begin planetary destruct sequence, the East German leaders.h.i.+p dropped its futile ploy. On the large central screen of the bridge, the erect figure of the Prime Minister appeared, seated at the head of a long table surrounded by military advisors. His face was gray and stern.
Though his English was good, he chose for the moment to make it harsh and clipped.
"Yes, Mr. Secretary."
"Good morning, Schultz. I won't banter. I want your planetary s.h.i.+elds lowered, and your orbiting Artillery Stations---yes, I know about them---silenced and evacuated. They will be destroyed in one hour's time. Also, I want you to relay my signal to General Itjes."
"First let me be sure I understand you. Are you offering terms for our surrender?"
"I'm doing nothing of the kind and you know it. Your planet and your people are, for the moment, my hostage. I will reestablish contact in one hour and ten minutes. At that time I will expect a patch-through to Itjes. In the meantime my s.h.i.+ps will continue to take up positions around you. If they are fired upon, even once, I'll turn the battles.h.i.+ps loose on the cities." He signaled his Com Officer to end the transmission.
The Third Fleet, three quarters of which was now discharged from the carrier, began to form up into fully operational task forces, each with a battles.h.i.+p in its center, and to move into place in a wide belt encircling the planet, then turned facing outward like a bristle of spears. Or more aptly, since the guns of the battles.h.i.+ps faced inward as well, like a crown of thorns.
Hayes' plan was cruelly simple: to put a gun to the head of Schiller, and force General Itjes and the remainder of the Coalition fleet into a fight they couldn't win. His deepest concern was for the pa.s.sage of time, which might bring enemies and forces unlooked-for. By recent intelligence the nearest significant Soviet presence was at least a week distant. But how many of the smaller nations of the Coalition might be willing to risk their own national forces, it was impossible to say. But here Hayes held to the confidence of the bully, believing that each would be more concerned with their own personal survival, and thus bring them all into peril.
The allotted time pa.s.sed. The task forces stood at the ready. Itjes continued to move swiftly toward the system, and the entire planet scrambled into plans of evacuation that few had believed would ever be used.
And when they received news of the plight of fully half their s.p.a.ce-bound population, and of their dearest home save earth, the East German forces of other Coalition patrols, near and far, with leave or without it, broke off and began to converge on Schiller. Were it not for the time factor ---the majority of these would not arrive (or even receive the message) for days---Hayes might have had a problem.
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