Tenacious

53

Kris decided to use her day quarters as a shortcut through to the Wasp’s bridge. Captain Drago had told Kris never, ever to even think of doing that, but now looked like a good time to break that rule.

So she was very surprised to find Captain Drago and Chief Beni waiting for her in what they had turned into her flag plot.

“What’s the rush?” Kris asked, her stomach already in free fall from the looks on their faces.

“The enemy isn’t there anymore,” Captain Drago said.

“What?” brought Kris up short.

“Chief, explain this to the admiral.”

“Yes, sir,” the old retired chief said. He had a black box in his hand and began tapping it. One of Kris’s large screens converted to show what Kris had looked at so many times in the last few days: a visual of the gas giant and its moons.

Always, it had shown the enemy base camp orbiting one moon.

Now it showed nothing.

“What happened?” Kris demanded.

“I don’t know, ma’am. One minute it was showing the reactors and other electronic hums. The next minute, it’s showing nothing. Not. A. Thing.”

“Of course, with the speed-of-light lag time, whatever it quit showing,” Captain Drago pointed out, “quit happening a while back.”

“Yes, yes, I know,” Kris said. “But what did they do? Could they be masking their emissions? The Iteeche had a way of throwing off our sensors in the last war,” Kris remembered.

“Yes. Somehow the bastards could throw off our radar and laser range finders by a couple hundred klicks, ma’am. We never have figured out how they did it. It’s one thing to spoof sensors a bit. It’s another thing entirely to hide the emissions coming out of a thermonuclear reactor. That’s raw physics, ma’am. You’ve got to contain the damn plasma. That means a lot of electromagnetic fields. All those I can see. Even a blind man could see them.”

“But we’re not seeing it anymore?” Kris said.

“I tell you, it’s not there.”

“So they either blew themselves up or turned everything off,” Kris said, naming the only two options she could think of.

“They didn’t blow themselves up,” Chief Beni said. “We’d have seen that.”

“So they turned off their gear,” Kris said. “Captain, what’s it look like when you dump a reactor?”

“First off, you don’t dump a dozen huge ship reactors and five gigantic city-size reactors when you’re tied up at the dock. That tends to wreck things you don’t want wrecked.”

“Things we wouldn’t want wrecked,” Kris pointed out. “What about them?”

“There’s no accounting for them,” the captain growled. “Admiral, would you be so kind as to order my chief engineer to report to your quarters and could you scare up that chief boffin? They’ve got all kinds of sensors. They might be able to add something to our conversation.”

“Nelly, make it so.”

“Already done, Kris. They’re headed here as fast as their legs can carry them. I think the rumor that we’ve lost the aliens is wandering through the ship at faster-than-light speed. You humans do like to talk.”

“And you computers don’t,” Drago said, dryly.

“We are networked by our very nature, sir.”

“We were networked long before you were,” the captain retorted.

“Enough, children,” Kris said. “Chief, can you take my board back to just before you lost the aliens? Enhance it to maximum resolution and walk it through the loss as slowly as possible.”

They were going through that loss for the second time when the chief engineers of both the Wasp and Hornet reported to Kris, with both Captain Taussig and Professor Labao only seconds behind them. Not far behind them were the two felines and their translator.

Kris brought all of them up to date on the enemy’s status, something that didn’t seem to surprise any of them, not even the cats. Then she had Chief Beni run them through what they knew about the sudden change in the aliens’ status.

The two engineers were shaking their heads as the reactors disappeared from the screen within a single second.

“I’d never scram a reactor while tied up to the pier,” Commander Manuel Ortega of the Wasp said. “Even if I had it on minimum power, and what we were getting from our targets wasn’t minimum.”

Ronnie Thiu of the Hornet agreed. “Bad idea, but those shadows on the screen? I think that might have been the plasma dissipating into space, or at least some of it. If we’re reading it this far away, it’s got to be tearing into something to create that kind of radiation signature.”

She turned to the head boffin. “Did any of your people have a better look at this?”

“I have some independent reports of this,” the professor began in lecture mode. “However, I must tell you that our most sensitive sensor for this was destroyed during the recent fight, and our best researcher in this area lost her life. Her assistant is doing the best he can with what he has available. Our computers are trying their best to enhance what we did capture.”

“My children are all working on this, Kris,” Nelly reported. “We should have something for you in the next five minutes.”

“Good,” Kris said, wondering why she was hearing about this first from Professor Labao rather than Nelly, but this situation was coming at them very fast.

“So,” Kris said, thinking on her feet as fast as she could. “We’ve lost all evidence of reactors. What about laser capacitors? Are the guns charged?”

“We’re too far out to read anything like that,” Chief Beni said.

“How close will we have to get before we know we’ve got two huge batteries of lasers loaded and aimed at us?” Kris got in before either captain present could.

“Five hundred thousand kilometers,” the chief said. “Plus or minus a hundred thousand.”

“We better be really slow on our final approach,” Captain Drago said.

“Absolutely,” Kris said flatly.

“What about their communications equipment?” Kris asked. “Not that they make a practice of talking to us.”

“I’m sorry, Admiral,” the chief said. “At this range, they could have comm gear online, but unless they start talking on a wide enough beam, or really jack up the power on their gear, I’m listening to a great big nothing.”

“Then please keep listening,” Kris said, “and let us know if you hear so much as a twitch.”

“You’ll be the second to know, right after Captain Drago.”

“And you were only about thirty seconds behind me on this,” the skipper of the Wasp told Kris. “If you’d been home gnawing your liver instead of gallivanting around my ship, you’d have known it then.”

“I’ve had enough liver for this week,” Kris said.

She glanced in the general direction of the felines. Zarra was translating like mad.

NELLY, IS SHE GETTING THIS RIGHT?

PRETTY MUCH, KRIS. THERE’S A LOT THAT LOOKS LIKE MAGIC, AND THE GENERAL KEEPS SAYING SO. THE ADMIRAL INSISTS THAT THIS IS ADVANCED TECHNOLOGY . . . AND HE WANTS SOME.

GOOD. CORRECT ANY MAJOR MISTAKES, BUT LET THEM RUN THEIR OWN COURSE.

“Admiral,” Nelly announced to all, “we have the analysis of the main antenna’s takeaway from the recent event. I’m bringing it up on-screen.

The enemy base again appeared, only this time, each reactor stood out clear from the others. Two pairs of six reactors in the shape of a T, three aft in engineering proper, powering the ships’ rocket motors, and three strung out along the keel. The pair of six were docked nose in to a space marked out with five gigantic reactors, roaring away with plasma and the superconducting magnetohydrodynamic racetracks that the aliens used to extract electricity from the superheated plasma in their reactors.

Until only a few years ago, humans had used the same technology. Many starships still did.

Then the lights went out.

On-screen, gossamer shadows showed where the plasma went. There were brief sparkles where the plasma met something and interacted with it. On-screen, it was hard to see. No doubt, in person, it had been horrible to suffer.

“It appears that the reaction from venting the plasma,” Nelly reported, “tore the ships away from the station. We can’t be sure because the ships vanish from our observation as the plasma dissipates.”

“What happened on the station?” Kris asked.

“They stayed put for a bit more than a second after the ships, then they, too, vented. Each reactor vented in several different directions,” Nelly reported

On the screen now only the station showed. Shadows went in several directions from each reactor. Here and there were more flashes as structures not meant to face the demons of hot plasma encountered it and became one with it.

“If they were planning on doing this and being in shape to restart and attack us,” Nelly said, “I do not believe that it went as smoothly as they wanted.”

Kris found herself gnawing her lower lip.

“We’ll see what we shall see when we get closer,” she said. That didn’t have the firm finality that an admiral was supposed to bring to her words, but it was the best Kris could muster in this situation.

“Nelly, send to squadron: ‘Continue battle preparation. I don’t trust these bastards any farther than I can throw them.’”

“I sent it, Kris.”

ALL OF IT?

RIGHT DOWN TO THE “BASTARD” PART.

Kris shrugged. That might not go down with the other deathless words before battle, but it definitely reflected her thoughts. The Longknife legend would, no doubt, edit it appropriately.