To the Stars Trilogy Part 46

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Skougaard's flags.h.i.+p, the Dannebrog, did not have an overly sophisticated War Room like its. opposite number, the Stalin. Skougaard liked it that way. All of the informa-tion he needed was visible on the screens, and if he wanted a larger image a projection apparatus threw a picture that could cover the entire wall. It was all solid state, with multiple parallel circuitry, so there was very little that could go wrong. Any force strong enough to incapacitate the circuits would undoubtedly destroy the s.h.i.+p as well.

The Admiral always felt that a complex hologram display, with its intricate circuitry, was just wast-ed effort and unnecessary complication. Since the ma-chines did all the work they only needed to show what was happening in the simplest manner, then obey his instruc-tions the instant they were given. He looked at the displays of the converging fleets and rubbed his large jaw in thought. He finally turned to Jan who waited quietly at his side.

"Then my heavy weapons are in perfect working order, ready for operation at any time. Good. I have a feeling of some rea.s.surance now.

"The problem was not too complex a one," Jan said. "If the truth be known I applied some of the work I had done on automated production lines where we have had to speed up repet.i.tive work. It is a matter of thinking mechanical and not electronic. Feedback cycles are fine in circuitry because the various operations happen so fast that they appear instantaneous in real time. But with mechanics you are moving physical objects that have both weight and ma.s.s. You can't stop and start them as easily, and when you do it takes measurable amounts of time. So I rewrote the cannonball loading program in units, so that each one of the cannonb.a.l.l.s was constantly in motion and controlled by a file in the~program all on its own. There-fore if there should be a mishap or a slowdown, that particular cannonball is shunted aside and the next one takes its place. There will be no complete shutdown and restart as you had in the past.

It also means that the cannonb.a.l.l.s can be fired at much shorter intervals, which will allow the interval between firings to be exactly regulated"

The Admiral nodded appreciatively. "Wonderful. And since time means distance in an orbit we can s.p.a.ce them out exactly. How~close together can they be fired?"

"The best we can do is one about every three meters."

"Your best is incredible. That means I can fire across the line of approach of a s.h.i.+p or a fleet and they will run into a solid wall of those things."

"Ideally. This will simplify the range function, leaving only aim to worry about."

"I have some surprises in store for my old friend, Kapustin," the Admiral said, turning back to the screens. I know him very well, his tactics and his armaments-and his stupidity. While he has no idea what I am going to hit him with. This is going to be an interesting encounter. I think you will find it something worth watching."

"I don't imagine that I'll have much time to be a spectator. I thought I would be with the gunners.

"No. You will be more valuable here with me. If Thurgood-Smythe contacts us, or if there is any situation involving his presence, I want you here to evaluate it instantly. He is the only unknown factor in my calcula-tions. Everything else has been allowed for. The computa-tions made, the program written."

As though to drive home the point the numbers on the course screen began to flash and a horn sounded.

Course change," the computer announced aloud at the same time. The vibrations of the engines could be felt through the soles of their feet.

Now we will see how fast Kapustin's computer is," Skougaard said. 'Also, how fast he is himself. A machine can only supply information. He will have to make up his mind what to do with it."

What's happening?" Jan asked.

"I am splitting my forces. For two very important reasons This s.h.i.+p, and the Sverige over there, are the only ones that have sophisticated anti-missile missile~for the simple reason that they are both deserters from the Earth s.p.a.ce Forces. Old Lundwall, who commands the Sverige, should have retired a decade ago, but he is still the best there is. He and I worked out this operation together. We will each head a squadron of s.h.i.+ps lined up in a file behind us. There is a good reason as well for this. While I know that our people have worked very hard on electronic systems of missile avoidance, I would rather rely in the beginning on known technology. I am sure that these systems will work well and there will be plenty of opportu-nity to use them later on. But if I have a choice, there is something very satisfactory in having a screen of seeker missiles out in front to soak theirs up before they can reach our s.h.i.+ps."

Jan watched the screens that displayed the positions of the various s.h.i.+ps. They were slowly moving in relation to each other, in a complex pattern controlled by the computers. The flags.h.i.+p had drawn ahead, while half of the s.h.i.+ps were moving into station behind it. The other half were doing the same with the Sverige-while at the same time both squadrons were separating as their courses diverged.

"That will give Comrade Kapustin something to think about," Skougaard said. 'All of our s.h.i.+ps are falling into line behind these two leading battles.h.i.+ps. And that line will always be pointing at the enemy fleet.

Which means that, as far as they are concerned, all of the s.h.i.+ps except two will have disappeared. It's a good thing that.. the comrade does not read history. Have you ever heard of Admiral Nelson, Jan?"

"I have-if he's the chap who stands on top of the column in Trafalgar Square."

"The very one."

"Some early English hero, from the middle ages or something. Fought the Chinese?"

"Not quite. Though he would have probably enjoyed it. He must have done battle with every other navy.

His greatest victory, a victory that killed him, was at the Battle of Trafalgar where he broke through the French line of s.h.i.+ps just as I plan to do now. He had different reasons for doing so, though one result will be the same. The lead s.h.i.+p will bear the brunt of the fighting until the line is breached..."

"Missiles launched," the computer said.

'Aren't we out of range yet?" Jan asked.

"Very much so. But these are the anti-missile missiles. Their engines fire just a short blast then cut out.

That means they form a protective umbrella out in front of us, to intercept the other missiles when they come. We also get some early warning that way.

A short time later a sphere of soundless fire blossomed and grew in s.p.a.ce far ahead of them. Distant as it was it was still bright, and the visual screens went dark as they overloaded and the filters cut in.

"How very unusual," Skougaard said. "Kapustin is using atomic missiles in his first attack. A good idea, I suppose, if the tactic works. Very wasteful if it doesn't because I know just how many he carries."

Admiral Skougaard looked at the time, then at the screen that displayed the two squadrons now lined up in straight lines astern of the leading s.h.i.+ps.

'An historical moment," he said. "The beginning of the first battle of the first war in s.p.a.ce. May it end in a victory for our forces. The entire future rests upon its outcome."

Nineteen.

"He's up to something," Kapustin said, concern but not worry in his voice. His trap was prepared. All that Skougaard could do was fall into it. In the Tank the s.h.i.+ps of the enemy fleet were coming together, blinking out of sight one by one, until apparently only two remained. While the holograph presented a three dimensional image, all it had now was a two dimensional picture to work with.

"They are going into s.p.a.ce drive!" Kapustin shouted. "Trying to escape me!"

"That cannot happen, Admiral Comrade Kapustin," Onyegin said, formulating his words carefully before he spoke. The hardest part of his job was giving the Admiral information in such a way that he could imagine he had thought of it himself. "You were the one who first explained to me that because Qf the interlocking gravity fields the Foscolo s.p.a.ce drive could not be used this close to a planet. Something far simpler is happening. They are forming two lines astern.

"Obviously. Any fool can tell that. Do not waste my time by explaining the obvious. But have you noticed that their courses have changed as well? Keep your eyes open, Onyegin, and you will learn one or two things."

It was hard not to be aware of the number of changes taking place as the flas.h.i.+ng arrows rotated and changed positions, the displayed numbers changing as well. While this was happening the Tank operators took time to pro-gram in two lines of s.h.i.+ps in the Tank. It meant nothing but would please the Admiral.

Which was always their first order of priority.

"I want some predictions where these new courses are taking them. And fire some missiles, atomic ones.

They'll be wetting their drawers when they arrive."

"A limited supply... rather early don't you think... perhaps other missiles..."

"Shut up and do as ordered."

The words were quiet and toneless and Onyegin went cold, knowing he had overstepped himsel "Of course, instantly, a logically perfect idea!"

'And give me some predictions where these new or-bits are heading."

Curving cones of light appeared in the Tank, emanat-ing from two approaching squadrons. At first the cones engulfed great areas of s.p.a.ce, including the entire Earth and a number of satellites. As further information came in from the radar sweeps the cones narrowed, shrinking to two lines again once the orbit changes had been made.

"Two separate strikes," Kapustin said, glancing back and forth from one to the other. "The first aiming at our Lunar bases. Fiffe. The missile batteries there will destroy them as they come close. And the other, where is it going?"

'Apparently toward geostationary orbit. There are any number of satellites out there. It could be..."

"It could be anything. And it doesn't matter. They'll be dead and dispersed into thin atomic gas long before they get there. We'll divide our forces as well. I want both squadrons to intercept, cut directly across the course of those s.h.i.+ps. They will have to get through us to attack Earth and that will be no easy thing."

It was a battle of invisible forces, electrons in comput-ers-light waves and radio waves in s.p.a.ce. Neither of the opposing fleets could see each other visibly yet; this might never happen even after battle was joined. They were still thousands of miles from each other. Though closing rap-idly, their tiny gleaming images would be invisible against the burning stars, even to a watcher in s.p.a.ce. Only the explosion of the atomic missile could have been seen. These sailors of the starways were the true descendents of the first seagoing navies where large guns reached out over the horizon to destroy an enemy that was completely out of sight.

Closer the opposing columns swept, and still closer, until on astronomical terms they had merged into a single object. They still could not see each other. Only their optical telescopes, fitted with electronic magnification, could produce visible images. Admiral Kapustin looked at the enlarged outline of the Dannebrog that now filled the screen; he nodded grimly.

"The second squadron will do as I do, fire when I do. There will be no independent command. Nor will any other s.h.i.+ps attempt to approach the Dannebrog after she is gutted. She's my prey, Fire a scattered missile pattern. Shake them up."

Aboard the Dannebrog Admiral Skougaard smiled and slapped his knee.

"Look at that fool," he told Jan, pointing to one of the displays. "Spending his irreplaceable missiles like pocket money," The computer kept a running tally of all enemy missiles destroyed or averted. "Basically he is just a stupid man with no idea of tactics. I imagine he thinks that he can beat us by the use of brute force. Which could be possible if he waited until we closed, then our defenses could be overwhelmed and beaten down by sheer num-bers of missiles. However we have a few surprises in store, so that tactic will not work either."

"Main cannon firing has commenced," the computer said.

Though the central axis of the line of s.h.i.+ps was pointed at the opposing squadron, it was angled toward the invisible track in s.p.a.ce down which the enemy was moving. The two big gun s.h.i.+ps were pointing at that track-and they now began firing. Two continuous streams of iron spheres hurtled outward toward the point in s.p.a.ce where the enemy would soon be. Stern jets flared on the gun s.h.i.+ps to keep them in position, to counteract the backward thrust of the cannonb.a.l.l.s. The speeding streams of metal looked like pencils of light on the radar screen, moving so fast that they were soon out of sight. Only the blips of the defensive missiles remained, resembling a second and larger fleet moving ahead of them. Their radar reflectors, gauss fields and heat sources were de-signed to lead attacking missiles astray, On board the Stahn, Kapustin was not as pleased as he should have been.

'Are there technical errors? This cannot be true," he said, pointing to the set of numbers that displeased him.

"There are always errors, sir," Onyegin said. "But they would be only a small percentage of the final figure"

"Yet this stupid machine keeps telling me that there have be~n no hits on the enemy fleet. None at all.

Yet with my own eyes I can see the explosions."

"Yes, Admiral. But those are decoys to draw our fire. After each contact our monitoring missiles radar-sweep the area of the explosion for debris. They can tell by the ma.s.s of debris whether a s.h.i.+p was destroyed or another missile. But you must remember that with each explosion one of his decoys is destroyed. Since we have far more missiles than they have, we will win in the end."

Kapustin was slightly mollified, but not completely pleased. 'And where are his missiles? Isn't the coward going to fire back?"

"Since he has a much smaller quant.i.ty, I imagine he will wait until the range has closed to exact the most value from them. But our defense screen is out there in front of us and will not be penetrated."

The timing of the remark was most unfortunate. A moment after the words had left Onyegin's lips the alarms sounded. OBJECTS ON COLLISION COURSE was spelled out in letters of fire and screamed aloud at the same time. Almost instantaneously after this damage reports began coming in from s.h.i.+p after s.h.i.+p. The Admiral stared, horrified, at the vision screen that showed debris spraying from his s.p.a.ces.h.i.+ps; one of them exploded in a gout of flame as he watched.

"What is it? What is happening?" he shouted.

"Meteorite field Onyegin said, though he knew that could not be possible.

The Admiral seemed paralyzed by the disaster, sitting gape~awed in his chair. Onyegin called for a display of what had caused the damage. Although the entire en-counter had been over with in less than a second, the computer had recorded the action and now replayed it at slow speed. The first sign of approaching trouble was a wall or a bar that swept in from s.p.a.ce across their track. It was at least two kilometers long and speeding with great precision in a collision course. Then the impact. It had to be enemy action. When a section was enlarged he could see that the apparently solid bar was made up of discre~ units of matter. Gaps appeared in it as defensive missiles exploded, but it made little difference to the overall strength. It struck.

"It appears that there is a secret weapon," Onyegin said.

"What is it?"

A secret, Onyegin was tempted to say, but not tempted very much since he greatly valued his life. "Iner( material of some kind that has been launched into orbit to meet us. What kind of material it is and how it is projected to reach us is still unknown."

"Will there be more?"

"I would presume so, though of course we cannot know. They might have expended their effort in their single try...

"More defense missiles. Launch them instantly!"

"They seemed to have no effect at all the first time, Admiral. If we expend them now we will not have them later when we need He fell, struck to the floor by Kapustin's open-handed blow. 'Are you disobeying orders? Are you interfering with my command of this fleet?"

"Never! I apologize.. .just advice... never happen again." Onyegin pulled himself to his feet; a runnel of blood twisted across his face. "Put out an umbrella of defense missiles..."

'All of them! This weapon must be stopped."

Even as the command was uttered the missiles were launched. Onyegin wiped his sleeve across his mouth, smearing his uniform jacket with blood, unaware of it. What else could they do? There must be some action they could take, the fool of an Admiral was incompetent, the officers and men too much in fear of him to make any suggestions that might draw attention to them.

"Might I suggest evasive action as well, Admiral. It could be more effective than the missile defenses.

Whatev-er the rebel's weapon is, it is unpowered, there were no radiations of any kind detected before it hit. Therefore it must be launched into its trajectory, If we altered speed there is a good chance the weapons would miss."

"What-slow down? Do you take me for a coward?"

"No, sir. Of course not. Speeding up would have the same effect. Hurrying forward into battle:'

"Perhaps. Issue the order in any case. It can do no harm."

"Cease firing with the big cannons," Admiral Skougaard ordered. "They've increased their speed so the last bombardment will miss, go behind them. But we made them suffer. Look at that screen. We seem to have hit a good quarter of them. The next barrage will finish them off. Are we in range of the small guns yet?"

"Coming up in thirty-two seconds, sir," the ranging and aiming operator said.

"Commence firing then. I want a wall of iron out there for them to run into."

The spiderweb turrets were in constant, minute and precise motion, pointing their tubular guns at the selected point in s.p.a.ce. They were built of a simple- array of girders upon which wer~ mounted the launching tubes of the rocket guns. Flexible plastic tubes ran from the breech of each gun and back to the s.h.i.+p, carrying forward a continuous supply of the small steel rockets. It was a crude, fast-but deadly efficient weapon.

When the measured point in s.p.a.ce was reached, the firing circuits were actuated. Electronic ignition set off the rocket sh.e.l.l lodged in every breech. When these had hurtled away the next sh.e.l.ls were moved into position, then the next. Since there was no need to lock and unlock the open breech, no sh.e.l.l casings to eject, the rate of fire was incredible, limited only by the mechanical speed of the loading magazine. In each gun an average of 60 rockets were pushed forward and fired every second, 480 from every turret.

A total of 197 turrets had been built and installed in a feverish rush before the fleet had left, the final connections on many of them actually being completed en route. The effort had been worth it.

Every second 94,560 rocket slugs flamed out from the guns. Two and one third tonnes of steel. When the firing stopped at the end of one minute, over 141 tonnes of flying metal had been launched toward the Earth fleet. Corrections had been constantly made in the aim during the firing, including a computation that would allow for a certain amount of evasion by the enemy if they should fire their jets.

Outward, further and further the invisible ma.s.s sped, a sparkling fog on the radar screens that quickly vanished. The same computer that had aimed the missiles now counted down toward their moment of arrival. First the minutes, then the seconds, hurrying steadily backward toward zero. Now!

"My G.o.d..." Jan gasped as the optical screen lit up with the multiple explosions. All of the defensive missiles had been activated at approximately the same moment by the ma.s.s of steel. s.p.a.ce was on fire with atomic and chemical blasts, clouds of flame that expanded and merged as though to screen the destruction and tragedy that was happening behind it.

As the attackers sped past the still growing cloud they could see the enemy fleet. Admiral Skougaard had his guns aimed and missiles ready. After one glance he or-dered them to stand down. He turned in silence from the screen; he had known most of the men who had died; they had been his comrades.

Where once a fleet of s.p.a.ces.h.i.+ps had been there now existed only torn and jumbled metal debris. Mixed in with it was the exploded flesh of Admiral Kapustin along with that of every man who had sailed with him. The defensive fleet had ceased to exist, both squadrons destroyed in the same manner, within seconds of each other.

The two clouds of wreckage and fragments were quickly left behind.

Ahead lay Earth.

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