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Two days after our return from the Delta Trianguli system, the Earth Federation Minister of Defense Bronstein received an honorable discharge. The distinguished Admiral was never able to fit into the new realities that emerged after Nelson and Knyazev came to the highest positions in the army and fleet. During the development of the operation to simultaneously remove the mental blocks froms the quargs in all their key star systems, he harshly criticized the already nearly agreed-upon plan, calling it an obvious adventure. To tell you the truth, I agreed with Bronstein in some respects, but the trouble with the now ex-Minister of Defense was that he failed to realize in time the risks that could have arisen if we had refused to carry out the operation.
By taking a wait-and-see attitude, the Federation would expose itself to far greater danger than by deciding to take active actions, even such adventurous ones as our sabotage. As practice has shown, we made it at the last moment. We would have had to deal with a combined strike fleet of the toads and quargs, against which the armed forces of the humans and lizards were almost impossible to resist.
President Tobolsky was frankly sorry to sign the resignation letter from his old comrade, but the Commander-in-Chief was well aware that the time had come for change, and that it was up to different people to lead the Federation’s army and fleet.
Fleet Admiral Nelson became the new Minister of Defense, again bypassing the commando General Knyazev, who remained Chief of Staff. Knyazev, however, took this quite calmly – he had fought under Nelson’s command for many years, and now the situation was simply back to what he was used to.
For almost two weeks, the entire Federation was going crazy with joy. The quargs’ withdrawal from the war was perceived by society as the end of the confrontation that had lasted three decades. The former enemies have returned the Gliese star system and all other occupied territories to us. The terms of the peace treaty did not provide for reparations as such – we still took into account the not entirely voluntary nature of this war on the part of the quargs, but our former adversaries themselves offered the Federation gratuitous supplies of raw materials and, if necessary, production and shipbuilding facilities to rebuild our fleet, which had been badly damaged in the battle of the Delta Trianguli.
We, the lizards, and the quargs all knew that we couldn’t stop, our next step should be a full-scale invasion of the toads’ space, as it would be foolish to give the enemy time to recover from defeat. But we didn’t feel ready to attack either, and the unclear situation with the Empire was hanging over me as a sword of Damocles. General Clay and Dr. Silk never made contact, but it was clear that something very unpleasant was happening on the other side of the portal.
Tobolsky summoned me to his office the day after Bronstein resigned. Judging by the fact that he did not invite anyone else to this meeting, the President was going to discuss issues related to my imperial past.
The Commander-in-Chief looked tired, but cheerful and determined, which has been a rarity lately. Apparently, our undoubted political and military success has added vitality to the President.
We were seated in the same open pavilion overlooking the park of the Tobolsky’s residence where so many important meetings with the President took place. I involuntarily glanced along the linden alley where we were walking with the head of state’s daughter when the former head of presidential security tried to capture us.
“Do you recall the story of the financiers’ conspiracy, Admiral?” Tobolsky grinned, following my gaze.
“Yes, Mr President. We went right over the edge then. How is your daughter? I hope Victoria’s health didn’t suffer from the chemicals they gave her.”
“Well, doctors assured me that nothing serious happened to her, although she had to undergo almost two months of rehab. But your wife can also tell you about it, she and Vika, I think, found a good rapport, and I invited you here for a somewhat different conversation.”
“I’m all ears, Mr President,” I allowed myself a slight smile.
“The Empire has stopped responding to our requests. Not a single ship has passed through the transport ring in the last two weeks. Due to the circumstances we both know, I have no better expert on the Empire than you, Igor Yakovlevich. Do you have any thoughts about what is happening?”
“Brigadier General Dean was far removed from all politics, Mr President,” I replied, after thinking a little, “He had a very poor understanding of Imperial elite games, so my conclusions may not be entirely accurate. As long as Emperor Yort was alive, despite his advanced age, he firmly held the reins of the Empire. The maximum the elite groups could count on was to push him a little bit to make this or that decision, but just a little. After his death, the playing field changed. I was just thinking about the conspiracy of financiers. I think something similar could have happened in the Empire, only unlike our rebels, their imperial counterparts could have succeeded. I’m afraid we have no place in the plans of those who are now gaining the upper hand in the inter-clan struggle within the Empire.”
“But this is complete nonsense…” Tobolsky threw me a look of incomprehension, “They are losing the war to the toads, there is no doubt in our minds or theirs. We gave them the opportunity to leave their perishing world for our galaxy, and they shut it down for themselves. Where is the logic in these actions?”
“There’s a lot we don’t know, and that prevents us from understanding the situation correctly,” I shrugged my shoulders slightly, “but from conversations with General Clay and Dr. Silk, I understood that our hyperportal is not the only way for them to escape, although the alternative of escaping into the intergalactic void seems rather dubious to me.”
“Compared to evacuating to us, it certainly is,” Tobolsky agreed.
“So there’s something about leaving for our galaxy that doesn’t suit them, and I have only one guess about that…” I paused, gathering my thoughts, but the President did not rush me, silently waiting for me to continue.
“They would have to take everyone here, and that might not suit those in power in the Empire right now.”
“Explain your point, Admiral, I do not yet understand what you mean.”
“If one approaches the question of evacuation in the most cynical way possible, which is the only way these gentlemen know how to do it, one can see that the relatively rapid disappearance of the entire population of the Empire from the galaxy would lead to extremely undesirable consequences. First of all, the toads will realize that the inhabitants of the Empire have not been destroyed, but simply escaped. It is impossible to evacuate the entire population instantly, and the toads’ intelligence will find out about the portals sooner or later. What could this mean for them? If the humans have gone to an unknown point in space, they may return from there, having accumulated strength, and at the most unexpected moment. The toads will find themselves in a very unpleasant and vulnerable position, and it certainly will not suit them.”
“But what can they do? Fly to look for the inhabitants of the Empire in a conventional mode? But that’s absurd.”
“Dr. Silk argued that the level of technologies and fundamental knowledge achieved by the toads would, with sufficient funding and strong political will, let them find and destroy the inhabitants of the Empire in 20 years, wherever they escape to, so evacuation can only provide a reprieve. And neither Silk nor Clay doubted for a second that the toads would have the means and the will to do it. Their opponents, it is true, claimed that they did not believe in such a development, but they are not fools, and I am sure that they are well aware that such a risk does exist and is very real.”
“Let us assume that this is the case. So, what follows from that?”
“Those who now rule the Empire need a screen, a cover for their escape. They need a buffer that will allow the chosen ones to escape from their galaxy unnoticed. They are preparing a rescue for at most a fifth of the population, and the rest will simply be thrown under the steamroller of the toads’ attack, to convince them that the Empire is finished for good. It is not for nothing that the existence of the portal to our galaxy and the project to evacuate to the intergalactic void are strictly classified. Yes, of course, the authorities do not want this information to get to the toads, but they are just as careful to hide it from their own citizens, which also fits perfectly with the version I’ve presented.”
“Somehow this is all very shaky… The logic is undoubtedly present, but there are few facts, and you’re just making too much up and assuming,” Tobolsky shook his head doubtfully.
“I’m going by the information I have. I have no other theories.”
“All right, let’s assume that you’re mostly right. But what’s wrong with evacuating the Empire’s inhabitants to us?”
“We do not fit into their concept of the future world order. First of all, there are quite a few of us, and we will have to be reckoned with. Secondly, in addition to humans, there are also the lizards and quargs, with whom they will also need to build a difficult relationship. Finally, we can oppose the idea of abandoning four-fifths of the population of the Empire to its fate. If, all of a sudden, we were gone…”
“You don’t have to go on, Admiral, I get your point. The departure of the Imperial ships and the silence of their diplomats fit very well into the model you suggest.”
“And they might have succeeded, Mr. President,” said I looking Tobolsky straight in the eyes, “ If General Clay had taken away the Imperial battleships immediately after the first phase of the battle for the metropolitan lizards’ system, we would have been defeated. The Senior Lizard would most likely have died in that fight, and our alliance with the lizards might have cracked, if not broken altogether. And we couldn’t think of any operation to remove the mental blocks from the quargs, because we would be sitting in our systems and prepare for a hopeless defense. But Clay disobeyed the Admiralty’s orders and thus, in fact, saved us. And now he’s not answering his communicator, and neither is Dr. Silk. I’m afraid they’re both in trouble in the Empire right now.”
“But if everything is as you say, then now the Empire can turn from being our ally into an enemy,” slowly said Tobolsky, “Isn’t that too radical a conclusion to draw from your words?”
“The Empire can become our enemy, but not now. First, they get rid of the threat of pursuit from the toads by escaping through their portals into intergalactic space. And after that… It’s very sad to live in infinite nothingness, and I’m sure they’ll want to set foot on real planets again. But they can’t go back – the toads will sweep their galaxy clean of the people abandoned there. We’ll be the only humans left, and if we’re stupid enough to open a portal for them…”
“So maybe we should shut it down now, cutting off all relations with the Empire?”
“I’m afraid it will only make things worse. Realizing that they can no longer count on our world, the new leaders of the Empire will simply plant information about us on the toads, in order to further divert the attention of the «frogs» from their flight and lead them down the wrong path. We have to solve this problem in some other way. I don’t know how, but I need to get to the Empire and find out the fate of General Clay and Dr. Silk. They have relations with the right people, who may still have power and influence. The further I go, the clearer I realize that leaving through the portals is a bad way out for the Empire, or rather, it’s not a way out at all. And for us, their flight from the toads will also create serious problems, if not right now, then for the foreseeable future.”
“If running away is not the solution, what do you see as the solution? What am I asking, though? I know you too well, Admiral, to doubt your answer. But I would still like to hear it.”
“Mr President, once upon a time, in this very pavilion, when I was a lieutenant, I told you that the war with the quargs would probably be just a phase in our struggle for the right to exist.”
“I remember it, Admiral. I could not then fully accept Lieutenant Lavroff’s point of view, although, as it turned out, I should have taken it seriously.”
“We need to solve our military problems here as quickly as possible, Commander-in-Chief, Sir. If we don’t want problems in the near future, we have to make the Empire fight to the end and help it win, otherwise the threat of annihilation will still hang over us, and sooner or later the toads from Brigadier General Dean’s world will come here.”
The head of the Imperial Defense Ministry’s own security service, General Las, had been sitting pensively in a chair in front of his personal holographic monitor for several minutes. His gaze was directed elsewhere, and the General seemed completely uninterested in the lines of updated information running across the screen.
The work, which he had begun at Marshal Klink’s suggestion, has in fact been finished. Except that Klink was no longer the acting supreme commander of the armed forces of the Empire. The investigation, initiated by his enemies in the Regency Council amidst the defeatist hysteria fanned by the online media, led first to the restriction of Marshal’s authority, and soon to his removal from office for his inability to effectively resist an enemy offensive that turned out to be not so large-scale. The whole thing – both the investigation and its results – was obviously bogus, but, as you know, one can find a key to almost every politician or official by doing a little digging into his past, so many members of the Regency Council somehow suddenly lost their critical thinking, and the decision to suspend Klink passed with unexpected ease, as did the order for his arrest, so far, however, only at home.
And now Las was faced with the question of what to do with the information obtained by his service.
Admiral Dier became the new acting supreme commander, and it was as a result of his conflict with Dier that Marshal Klink involved Las in an investigation into the origins of the wave of disinformation about the almost inevitable toads’ breakthrough that had engulfed the Empire. Now Las knew exactly who had set off the wave, and he was about to put together all the causes and effects, leading to an understanding of the plan, of which the media hysteria was a visible part. Except that Fleet Admiral Dier was now none other than his direct superior, and it was to him he was supposed to go with the report of the investigation. But Las was well aware of what would follow such a report. All the facts obtained by Las’s men indicated that Dier was a direct and very active participant in the cabal.
Las was not just an experienced and diligent officer or a reckless patriot who saw his only goal in the prosperity of the Empire, but, to his credit, he wasn’t a cynical beast either, ready to throw away all his principles and beliefs to save his career and his own skin. All his life, the General has found compromises that allowed him to simultaneously achieve his career goals and not feel like the last scoundrel, he managed to stay on a certain line and still think of himself as a decent person. But now there was no compromise, and the choice was really tough.
The investigation could have been quietly shut down, and it would not have threatened him and his family in any way, since there would definitely be a place for them in the new world. But then how to live with the knowledge that you could have prevented the deaths of billions of people and did not do it…
There was another option, much more risky and by no means guaranteeing a positive result. Las could finish the investigation at his own risk and bring the results to the people who still retained power in the Empire and who were able, and most importantly, had the will to change the current situation. It is true that these people were, if not explicit, then hidden opponents of the clan to which his current chief belonged, and from the departmental point of view, such actions, to put it mildly, went beyond the limits of what was allowed, and to call it what it was, it was bordering on treason. So such a move could have corresponding consequences for Las.
The General realized that he had managed to get between a rock and a hard place, with no chance of leaving that danger zone without doing something for which he would later despise himself.
Having finally broken away from the contemplation of some abstract point in space, Las reluctantly focused his gaze on the monitor screen. The General felt unable to make any decision. If one option is blatantly unacceptable and the other one is extremely dangerous, then one should seriously consider making no choice at all, and Las determined for himself that he would continue the investigation, keeping it as secret as possible and minimizing the number of agents working on it, and then, when the situation became clearer, he would decide what to do with the results of the investigation.
Having made this halfway decision, the General calmed down a little and looked more closely at the lines on the monitor.
So, what is known at this point? First, what is already found out with a high degree of certainty. The wave of panic was initiated by the network media, controlled by citizen Shun, a person, fairly well-known in narrow circles – the owner of a large network media holding company, that controls a large chunk of the information market in the Empire. Shun is a major figure, but still not one of the first row of imperial oligarchs, which means it is unlikely that he could act solely on his own initiative. Consequently, either he entered into an alliance with someone, or he was simply forced to start spreading panic among the population.
Even before Marshal Klink was removed from his post and placed under house arrest, it was clear that the Empire’s fleet was in fact only simulating a frantic effort to mobilize all its reserves to repel a hypothetical toads’ attack. At that moment it became clear to Las that Admiral Dier’s actions were well coordinated with the information campaign organized by Shun, and with the Klink’s summons to the Regency Council, which began the procedure for his removal from the leadership of the Empire’s armed forces.
The figure of Marshal Klink as a pale shadow of the Emperor more or less suited everyone until the unexpected appearance on scene of Brigadier General Dean, who had been lost to total obscurity for six whole years and had already been written off by all the opposing forces in the Empire. But Dean returned, and contact with the Earth Federation made significant adjustments to the balance of power. This forced the elite groups most affected by the change of balance of forces to move into action. All that remains is to understand what exactly their goals are.
Las’s agents managed to unearth quite a few interesting facts, and the most important of them was probably the Admiralty’s order to recall the Imperial squadron from the Earth Federation space under the very artificial pretext of mobilizing all forces to repel the toads’ general offensive. This order was not the only one. Within just a couple of months of this order, the Empire stopped virtually all shipments of military equipment and ships decommissioned due to combat damage to the Federation, previously conducted on a large scale on the initiative of General Clay.
With Clay himself, by the way, there was also some murky story, whether related to an unexecuted Admiralty order or to a badly executed one. As a result, Clay was now sitting in the detention center of the Imperial Security Directorate, and Las had no way to get him out of there, despite his high position and rank as a General. The rival agency would only have grimaced at any inquiry on this subject coming from the Ministry of Defense security services, in addition, it would not fail to hint to Admiral Dier that his subordinates go beyond the established unspoken norms in the relations of the Imperial secret services.
As far as Las knew, the Empire’s new allies were just now having some very serious problems of a purely military nature. Their adversaries were strong enough, as was clear from the fact that Clay’s squadron, which returned from the Federation space, had lost a battleship in combat. In such circumstances, the departure of the Imperial ships looked like an outright betrayal and could only be justified by a real military disaster taking place in the Empire. But there was no catastrophe, and instead there was only loud verbiage on the subject, and Las was faced with the question of why did the forces that had deposed Marshal Klink, imprisoned battle general Clay, and caused panic in the Empire need military defeat or even the death of the Earth Federation?
Las had a neutral attitude toward the new allies. In the General’s opinion, a contact between the Federation and the Empire was beneficial to both sides, and he did not yet understand why any of the Imperial leaders would want to completely mess up relations with an albeit weaker, but very useful human civilization from another galaxy. Nevertheless, Las had no doubt that breaking off relations with the Earth Federation could only do the Empire harm, and very significant harm. The General was also sure that the key to understanding the motives of those who started all this is hidden exactly in the relationship between the Empire and the Federation.A direct conversation with former Brigadier General Dean, now Admiral Lavroff, could probably clarify a lot, but now the Imperial Security Service had all the access codes to the portal linking the galaxies, and only they could contact the Federation. The other two people directly involved in Dean’s operation, namely General Clay and Dr. Silk, could have known these codes, as well as the hyperspace coordinates of the gates located in the Earth Federation space, and almost certainly they did know them. But Las couldn’t gain access to Clay, and as for Silk, the Doctor had vanished without a trace, and there has been no news about him for almost a month.
When the General was told about this, at first he did not even believe it. In the Empire, it is not easy for a citizen to escape the control of the state, especially when he is not a specially trained agent, but an ordinary scientist. But the fact remained that Dr. Silk had disappeared. His personal communicator was not responding to calls or being tracked by police and army scanners, and his bank accounts had not been used since his disappearance. It is true that Las’s analysts discovered several large purchases while checking the doctor’s accounts, which led them to certain thoughts. Silk clearly knew he would be looked for. Perhaps Clay somehow managed to warn him of his arrest and told him what to do, or maybe they had everything prepared in advance, just in case, and as soon as Clay didn’t contact him at the appointed time, Silk knew it was time to act. This option seemed even more likely to Las.
In principle, the General knew where to look for the Doctor. Silk must have escaped to a frontline area. Many star systems changed hands several times, and control over civilian movements in them was severely weakened. If the Doctor used someone else’s identification card and special means to falsify biometric data, then the easiest place for him to hide was where the population control system was temporarily disorganized. Las also knew something else – surely his opponents in the Imperial security service had come to the same conclusions and now they were working hard to be the first to find the escaped Doctor. So if Las wants answers to his questions, he should move his limbs very briskly.
Nelson summoned me to his office the day after my visit to the Tobolsky’s residence. I don’t know what the President said to him after our conversation, but the Minister of Defense looked somewhat puzzled. In addition to the Admiral there was General Knyazev in the office, this did not surprise me at all. These two officers once fought over a girl they both liked while on leave, back in their cadet days, and they’ve hardly parted ways since, despite serving in different branches of the military. Nelson lost his fight that time, but in the end that girl became his wife, and Knyazev… In general, the future chief of staff was not too upset by this fact, because very pretty candidates for girlfriends regularly appeared in sight of the brave commando cadet.
“Igor Yakovlevich,” Nelson began the conversation as we were seated at the conference table, “the President is very determined. He tasks the army and fleet with preparing a joint strike against the toads’ planets as soon as possible. The quargs’ representatives got excited about the prospect and are ready to send their entire fleet, down to the last ship. The lizards are somewhat more restrained. They have all their occupied planets back, and they have never fought a war on another’s territory. Nevertheless, they, too, are ready to take part. So the decision to invade toads’ space can be considered made. It is only a question of developing a plan of operation and timing. I’m sure you already have some thoughts on that, and we’d like to hear them.”
I was a little puzzled by this start of the conversation. It hasn’t surprised me for a long time that Nelson and Knyazev are willing to listen to my opinions, but still, they were both my supervisors, and, in theory, they should have given me the task first, and then ask my thoughts on the method of accomplishing it. But since this is the case, let’s lay it out…
“We know too little about the enemy’s defense system, Mr Minister,” replied I, picking out my main doubt from the pile of thoughts about the upcoming operation, “Our scouts, even those equipped with imperial camouflage fields, are still unable to gather information on the composition of the cover forces of the toads’ planetary systems. Apparently, their planets and orbital fortresses have scanners that are superior to imperial models.”
“But then why didn’t they use them on their ships?” wondered Knyazev.
“I asked myself the same question," I nodded to the General, “I think this is stationary equipment, too cumbersome to use even on battleships. There is one more point. From the interrogations of the captured toads, we know that there are some weapons on their planets and in the orbital defense system, inherited from their ancestors. All this is so classified that even the commanders of warships can’t properly describe these weapons and their capabilities. Their fleet commander, of course, had this information, but he died in the Delta Trianguli system with his flagship.”
“So we may encounter something very serious when we try to hit the metropolitan toads’ system?” Knyazev rubbed the bridge of his nose with his bent index finger.
“It is difficult to say,” I shrugged my shoulders, “the same prisoners claim that the state of these weapons systems is not well known. In their memory there have been no exercises on their use, which means that it is a perfect pig in a poke. But of course, we must take into account that this pig can be very toothy and clawed. In my opinion, we should not start with hitting the planets, but with reconnaissance-in-force. Since we can’t even send unmanned probes into their systems, we’ll have to go in with a strong squadron, not to take over the planets, but to find out the combat potential of the enemy defenses.
This operation has another purpose. As far as we know, the key toads’ star systems are connected by transport rings, or hyperportals, as they are called in the Empire. We need to find and destroy these devices. Modern toads can’t build them, and if we succeed in destroying the portals, we will deprive the enemy of mobility and gain a decisive advantage in this matter.”
“I see another plus in this version of the plan,” added Knyazev, who clearly liked the suggestion, “that such a strike can be prepared quickly. It would not require a giant fleet. After the defeat in the Delta Trianguli system, the toads are clearly short of ships, which means that they can only counter us with stationary defense systems, as a result, they are unlikely to be able to effectively protect their transport rings, always located far away from the planets.”
Nelson was silent for a while, and then he grinned faintly at the corner of his lips and abruptly changed the subject adopting an official tone.
“Late last night, a conference of the heads and top military leaders of the Allied nations was held via hypercomms. It was about our future plans together, but the operation that ended with the battle in the Delta Trianguli system was also discussed. Your actions, Fleet Admiral, Sir, were highly appreciated by all participants of the meeting. The President of the Earth Federation, the Senior Lizard and the Headman of the Quargs have instructed me to inform you of their joint decision. You have been appointed Commander-in-Chief of the Combined Fleet by the Council of Heads of State. You are tasked with planning and executing a strategic operation to capture enemy star systems and force the adversary to surrender. During the preparation and conduct of the operation, the general staffs of the armed forces and the heads of military-industrial complexes of the allied states are ordered to give you every assistance as a matter of priority. Congratulations, Igor,” Nelson suddenly switched back to his usual tone, lowering his voice slightly, “It really is an honor and a great trust. However, you know it as well as I do.”
We had a meeting of the Chiefs of Staff and the Allied war industry ministers the very next day. I knew the military-industrial potential of the Federation and the lizards quite well, but the capabilities of the quargs really shocked me. After listening to Head Kosh who led the military-industrial complex of our former enemies, I clearly understood the danger we had got rid of by avoiding further confrontation with the quargs. Now I understood how the quargs managed to rebuild their defeated fleets at such a fast rate. Yes, technologically they lagged behind the Federation in many respects, but they far exceeded us in production and shipbuilding capacity. The amount of extracted and processed resources they produce, our industry could not even dream of. This is what can be achieved when the economy is fully mobilized for military purposes. About this I once told Tobolsky, but at the time the highest officials of the Federation were not too inclined to listen to me. Well, all that power was now ready to work for us, willingly and enthusiastically, and I wasn’t going to pass up opportunities that fell into my hands.
According to my calculations, ten to 15 Black Dragons accompanied by a large unit of «Invisibles» and other drone torpedo carriers would be enough to raid the toads’ systems. At this point we only had two Black Dragons, and they were under repair, but with our newfound capabilities, we could build the right number of ships in a couple of months. Unfortunately, the discontinued supply of components from the Empire reduced the combat characteristics of the new ships somewhat, but just somewhat, because we were already quite capable of producing the protective field generators and plasma weapons ourselves, albeit less advanced than the Imperial ones.
The situation was worse with the camouflage field generators. We managed to get quite a few of these generators from the Empire, enough to equip many dozens of ships, but we also used imperial generators for drone torpedoes, and torpedoes, as you know, are disposable. So now the torpedoes will inevitably have to be equipped with camouflage devices of our own making, which were very inferior to the imperial ones, and that meant their consumption will be much higher than in the last battle. However, I planned to solve this problem by using giant quarg aircraft carriers as torpedo carriers.
The quargs were also to take over 70 percent of the torpedo production. The Federation was left with the sole responsibility of manufacturing electronic warfare systems and warheads with disposable plasma weapons. The lizards supplied the auxiliary engines, and everything else, including the final assembly of the torpedoes, was taken care of by the quargs.
With this approach, we could have provided our entire fleet with torpedoes in the time we had left.
About a week after the first part of the operation plan was approved, I got a call on my tablet from Lit-ta.
“Good to see you, Admiral,” I smiled at the image of the lizard on the screen.
“Hello, Igor,” Lit-ta was very serious, but that didn’t stop her from addressing me by my name, “you’ve climbed so high now, so I’m tempted to ask if you can give me some of your time.”
That was an astonishing politeness for the lizards, who simply do not accept such curtsies. But knowing this cunning reptile quite well, I guessed that she was just slightly mocking me, not maliciously, but just for fun.
“I always have time for you, Lit-ta, you know that,” I grinned back.
“Who can understand you, people,” the lizard showed me her forked tongue, “sometimes you get so blown away by the career ladder that you become unrecognizable.”
“Isn’t that how it works with the lizards?” I was genuinely interested.
“It happens. It’s true, mostly in males, but it’s a rare phenomenon for them, too. Don’t get worked up, I’m just in a good mood.”
“Yeah, I see it”
“I have something new for you to look at,” Lit-ta nodded her head, “Especially since your woman had a hand in it.”
So that’s where Inga has been for the past week. She was begging Jeff for a business trip to the lizards, but she didn’t tell me much about it. Her acquaintance with Lit-ta seems to have had an unexpected sequel.
“Are you inviting me to visit again?”
“No. You don’t have to use the portal this time. Your Inga told me that you would enjoy flying to Ganymede to visit Colonel General Schiller. For old time’s sake, he agreed to provide Major Lavroff with the Academy’s range and a unit of cadets to test our innovations.”
“Lit-ta, didn’t Inga tell you how the last such event on this range ended?”
“Of course she did, she was a direct participant in those events. We and the humans have a very similar sense of humor, Igor, and your woman has a very talented way of telling army tales. Honestly, I would love to see the place where all this was going on and the General who allowed this whole circus to take place on his training ground.”
“Lit-ta, I owe a lot to this General.”
“I see,” Lit-ta showed me her tongue again.
I last saw the Chief of the Planetary Commando Academy when I was still at the rank of Lieutenant General. In fact, I was very grateful to Inga for the chance to see again this now old officer, who had done so much for me during a very difficult period in the beginning of my military career and the first steps of the Lavroff Weapons Company.
In all the whirlwind of preparation for the raid on the star systems of the toads, I had somehow lost sight of the changes that have occurred around my humble person in connection with my new assignment. And changes, as it turned out, did take place.
Colonel General Schiller, of course, has not forgotten how once Igor Lavroff stood before him for the first time in the company of four other similar candidates and tried to prove to the Head of the Academy that he was worthy of becoming a cadet at the Planetary Commando Academy. But now from the Admiral’s boat, which had landed on the edge of the school’s plaza, emerged not a cadet, but Fleet Admiral Igor Lavroff, Commander-in-Chief of the combined allied forces, accompanied by Admiral Lit-ta, who had led the lizard squadron in the last battle.
And as he was visited by such guests, the Colonel General was not going to miss the opportunity to squeeze the maximum pedagogical benefit out of this visit for the cadets of his Academy, which had long been his life’s work.
The parade of cadets and military equipment, the Academy anthem, the appearance of the color guard… In general, I didn’t remember being greeted like that anywhere else.
But I haven’t forgotten anything, either: my assignment as an instructor when I was a first-year cadet, the provision of the guarantee in court when my fate hung in the balance, the assistance in the development and testing of the first samples of new weapons, I remembered a lot more as I was going to Ganymede.
I remembered, and for the first time exercised the right that President Tobolsky had once granted me by his personal decree. After looking at my reflection in the mirror, I came to the conclusion that the uniform of a commando general suited me better than that of a fleet admiral.
We walked along the frozen line of cadets. I didn’t know what Inga was thinking, and I certainly couldn’t imagine how Lit-ta was looking at this action, but just now I clearly realized that everything I said about being no longer an Imperial general, but a citizen of the Earth Federation was true. I felt like I was back home.
General Schiller marched out to meet me, but I was not going to wait for his report, as a senior in rank and position should. I stood at attention and was the first to salute the Colonel General.
They fell silently right out of the clear midday sky. There was no howling of engines, no roar of air being torn, and no clouds of plasma around the nose fairings. Only fuzzy blurry points, poorly distinguishable even in the visible spectrum, rapidly increasing in size as they were getting closer. When they were detected by the scanners of the commando company, which held the defense of the conventional fortified area, it was too late – a dense volley of light plasma cannons has already hit the positions of the cadets.
“60 percent of the defensive personnel and equipment have been taken out of action,” unemotionally stated the range computer. The attackers suffered no losses. I couldn’t even name what was falling from above onto the Planetary Commando Academy range, though the word «creatures» flashed in my mind at the first glimpse of the attackers’ battle lines.
Inga wasn’t there; she was commanding the landing party, just like last time, and Lit-ta was just staring impassively at the projection screen, with occasional brief glances in my direction. General Schiller seemed at a loss for words and only gloomily watched the continuing beating of the cadet company. The best company in his Academy, by the way. Two-thirds of his men and robots had already been computed into losses and were frozen motionless in the places where they had met their conventional death or destruction. But the Head of the Academy did not teach his cadets for nothing. The remnants of the company remained combat-ready and now met the attackers with heavy fire, trying to organize a flexible mobile defense of the fortified area.
I wasn’t too interested in the outcome of the battle, especially since, despite the cadets’ stubborn and quite skillful resistance, they didn’t stand a chance. I looked at the attackers with interest. This, it turns out, is what my wife has been so enthusiastic about lately at the lizards’ planet, which Jeff and Professor Stein have also visited several times. For some reason they did not tell me about their venture, though, perhaps they were right, as I was frankly not up to it lately.
I’ve seen a similar equipment before. When we first came into contact with the lizards, it was such «dinosaurs» that met in a deadly battle with quarg combat robots on the planets of Iota Persei, the star system of Lit-ta, then Governor General. But they were not exactly the same. Those biological machines didn’t have the plasma cannons, camouflage field generators, or even the light force shields that were present here. These beasts were as big as our Bisons, but they were not machines by human standards. Their hulls were grown rather than manufactured in factories, but the flexible and malleable living tissue, covered with thick segments of organometallic armor, coexisted in them with the smooth metal of the plasma cannons and with the grids of the force-field emitters. Technogenic elements fused with living tissue to form a single whole, and this symbiosis formed the strange and terrifying creatures now rushing toward the positions of the cadet company. As it turned out, these were only visible combinations of the technologies of two, or rather, even three races, representatives of one of which we had never seen. The interior of the «dinosaurs» concealed even more surprises.
“Why didn’t they burn up in the atmosphere during the landing?” asked the slightly recovered Colonel General, “They entered the atmosphere directly from space, without dropships or any protective gear.”
“Their bodies have a special organ for correction of gravitational attraction,” explained Lit-ta, “Approximately the same are used as engines for drone torpedoes and hybrid Black Dragon-class battleships. Only here they are very small and therefore low-power, otherwise they would take up too much space. So the ‘Theropods’ can’t fly, but they have enough power for controlled landings, as well as for long and high jumps during combat, as you may have already seen.”
“What did you call them? ‘Theropods’?” asked the General.
“Yes. This name was suggested by Major Lavroff. It seems that such predatory dinosaurs once lived on Earth.”
“it is quite suitable," agreed the General, as he continued to watch the gradually waning combat. In fact, only one commanding robot of one of the cadets and a pair of his surviving drones continued to operate. The robots skillfully used the folds of the terrain and the remnants of the defensive fortifications, they constantly changed positions and hit the encroaching ‘Theropods’ with all available weapons. Actually, they should have been clamped and destroyed long ago, but the cadet managed to slip away, he broke wawy himself each time and led his drones out of the shrinking ring of enemies.
“You train great fighters,” I smiled at General Schiller.
“It used to be easier,” the clearly flattered General grumbled back, “but now, after one troublesome cadet came in six years ago, I don’t have time to retrain the men on the new types of combat equipment. I’m not complaining, though, as I don’t get the news of my graduates’ deaths very often anymore.”
“Lit-ta, are these drones or manned machines?” I switched to another topic with a nod to Schiller.
“Neither, ” the lizard replied with a little hesitation, “It’s a pack with a leader.”
I didn’t expect such an answer. “Can you tell me more about that?”
“This is one of our latest developments,” Lit-ta turned to me and the General, “In principle, we have been developing the topic of artificially grown multilayer neural networks for a long time, but the real breakthrough came only recently, after our contact with you. You are also working in this direction, only you don’t grow neural networks, you simulate them with your computers. As it turns out, your theoretical work goes well with our pseudo-living neural clusters. Professor Stein, when we showed him our products, invited his former colleague from the Colonial Tech… However, these details are not so important. The bottom line is that the ‘Theropods’ are indeed unmanned, but they don’t require a constant, sustained communication link like your drones do. Their pseudo-brain consists of a very dense neural network grown by our bioengineers and trained in many thousands of training fights according to techniques compiled by your mathematicians. The result is an artificial brain with the rudiments of imitative intelligence. Of course, it is not a mind, but if you compare it to your animals, approximately it reaches the level of a very intelligent wolf, only obedient and perfectly trained. A wolf, as far as I know, is a pack animal, and any pack needs a leader. In the battle we just witnessed, Major Lavroff acted as the leader.”
“So a pack of ‘Theropods’ is capable of fighting on its own, even in conditions of complete suppression of communication channels?” General Schiller was interested.
“For a while, definitely. Even an individual ‘Theropod’ will continue to follow the last order received, or a predetermined sequence of orders. The set of these orders, of course, is limited, but the list is quite extensive. For example, you and I have seen the pack perform the task of capturing and mopping-up the territory. After receiving the order, the Theropods fought on their own. Major Lavroff did not interfere in the actions of her subordinates.”
“But the latest models of our drones can also continue to perform the received task in the absence of communication," I reminded Lit-ta, “This function is especially developed in boarding robots. How are the ‘Theropods’ better?”
“They’re better because we can produce millions of them a month, Admiral, as long as we have enough plasma cannons and protective and camouflage field generators," Lit-ta replied softly, “But now we have the quargs with their fantastic industrial power, so there won’t be a problem with that, I suppose.”
I nodded silently to Lit-ta and pulled out my communicator.
“Mr. Minister of Defense? Admiral Lavroff speaking. Do you have an opportunity to come to Ganymede? How urgent? Well, I think you should see this. I believe what we want to show you can make a big difference in the coming campaign. General of the Army Knyazev? Undoubtedly! His presence is also highly desirable. Thank you. We’ll be expecting you.”
“Nelson, Knyazev, Lavroff, Kotova, I beg your pardon, Major Lavroff…” General Schiller said thoughtfully, running his hand over the gray hair at the back of his head and taking out his communicator, “it surely reminds me of something… I think I’ll warn the Academy’s supervisor, General of the Army Vasnetsov, and the civilian administration of Ganymede as well, because, you know, anything can happen.”
General Las once again carefully reread his agent’s report. Dr. Silk’s trail was discovered in the Kappa Giyan star system, recently overrun by the toads but retaken from them during a counterattack, planned by Marshal Klink. The central planets of the system survived two landing parties, first by the toads and then by the Imperial forces, which knocked the «frogs» out of the cities and industrial areas they captured with heavy losses. To say that the infrastructure of the planets has suffered is to oversimplify the facts. Actually, all that was left there was ruins. The detritus of the multi-level cities were to be cleared and rebuilt for many months.
It was there, in the chaos and confusion of the front-line zone, that the elderly volunteer was found, succumbing to the wave of patriotic enthusiasm, caused by the hysteria in the media. He arrived from the central worlds of the Empire to help the authorities of the system to rescue people trapped in ruins and to rebuild destroyed cities and military facilities. It was quite reasonable, by the way, and plausible.
But Dr. Silk did not hold back, he could not keep away unnoticed, engaged in some low-key debris removal, when millions of affected civilians were in urgent need of medical care, and medical personnel and equipment were woefully lacking. The doctor remembered his younger years, when as a field medic he used to pull guys and girls back from the brink of death, those, who had been cut with plasma cutters from the warped armored compartments of the walking tanks after the battle.
The doctor opened himself up. He was still listed as Colweg, a service systems engineer, but the medical knowledge and experience of an unremarkable volunteer suddenly surfaced. He explained that he gained this knowledge while maintaining medical equipment, but it nevertheless drew the attention of the local security officials and, through them, of the General Las’ agent. After that, the issue of identifying the missing doctor was no longer a problem, and now Las knew exactly where to look for Silk, but it looked like the head of the Ministry of Defence security was too late after all.
A general toads’ offensive – a real one, not that invented by Shun’s journalists – struck the Empire’s peripheral systems entirely unexpectedly. The online clamor, extinguished by the assurances of the new acting commander-in-chief, has just subsided. There was even talk of a large-scale counterstrike by Admiral Dier’s staff, which again required a mobilization of all forces and reserves. But the toads were unwilling to play along with these plans. A simultaneous attack on seven star systems shocked the Empire’s fleet and army. Kappa Giyan had not yet been attacked, but Las was well aware that if this continued, its turn would come very soon.
“Major Tealc,” said the General into his communicator, “Get my ship ready for takeoff immediately. We’re going into the front zone, so provide an escort.”
“Three destroyers?” asked the Major.
“No,” Las hesitated for a second, “considering the situation, add an escort cruiser to them.”
It was a mess around the toads-attacked systems and nearby stars. The Empire’s best warships, which over the past month had been gradually concentrating in initial positions for Admiral Dier’s planned spectacular counteroffensive, were now being rushed to battle sites to plug more and more holes in the defenses. The hyperportal network could not cope with the enormous flow of ships and cargo, making battleships and aircraft carriers wait for hours for their turn to make a jump. Those hyperportals whose coordinates the toads’ scouts managed to determine before the strike were attacked and were either destroyed or severely damaged, and all standby mobile portals have already been engaged by the fleet in the most critical areas.
It was not for nothing that the toads had been relatively quiet for almost three months, allowing Dier and those behind him to weave their intra-imperial plots in relative comfort, but, unlike the imperial officials, they were not engaged in simulation of ceaseless activity, but were actually preparing a powerful strike.
Despite General Las’s high status, his small squadron found it very difficult to get into the Kappa Giyan system. The stationary hypergate emplaced in the system were jammed for days ahead with transports of urgent military supplies and the wounded rescued from the ruins of cities. Of the three backup portals placed one jump away from the system, two were severely damaged after toads’ attacks, and the third portal was completely unable to cope with the endless stream of ships seeking to enter or leave the system.
“Do you have any idea who you’re talking to, Colonel?” Las could hardly contain his emotions, looking at the image of the tired and frenzied officer in the uniform of the military transport service, “I’m the head of the Ministry of Defense Security Department! And you claim you can’t find a slot in the transfer schedule for my ships?!”
“I can, General,” answered the Colonel with utter hopelessness in his voice, “but not before 12 hours. I have shipments with «super urgent» status waiting in line for hours. And this includes stasis pods with women and children with complex injuries that can no longer be helped here. People die every minute on these transports without any help. What can I do? Make them wait any longer?”
Las gritted his teeth. He did not know how to explain to the Colonel, who was certainly right in his own way, that by rescuing the inhabitants of Kappa Giyan, he was jeopardizing the operation on the outcome of which the lives of billions of the Empire’s inhabitants might depend.
“All right, Colonel,” the General finally made up his mind, “There’s no need to change the schedule. Put my squadron in line to jump in 12 hours, all but one ship. My medium recon ship will fit in the hold of the evacuation transport going into the system. Give me the coordinates of the portal where they jump to you, and alert the commander of the next ship in line that he’s going to Kappa Giyan with the cargo.”
Las was taking a risk. He was well aware that his escort would not be able to join him for at least 15 hours. Anything could have happened in that time, from an invasion of the toads in the system to the appearance of heavily armed rivals from the Imperial security service. In either case, having warships behind him wouldn’t hurt the General, to say the least, but Las saw no other options.
The star whose planetary system we chose as the first test object of attack, or rather, reconnaissance-in-force, did not have its own name in the Federation catalog. It was a classic yellow dwarf, which received an unofficial name ‘Star G’ from one of the analysts, whether by the first letter G in the name of its spectral class, or maybe by the first letter in some other word, the author did not specify.
The beginning of the operation followed a pattern that we had already worked out many times. The escorted mobile transport ring segments arrived in the vicinity of the attacked system and docked. This time, given the scant information about the enemy, I decided to take precautions and chose a point to set up the portal two linear jumps away from the star.
15 Black Dragons, a hundred «Invisibles», 24 huge quarg aircraft carriers, and a light force of two dozen destroyers and an entire squadron of recon ships under the command of Rear Admiral Yoon Gao came through the hypergate and fell into a marching formation, preparing to accelerate to make two successive jumps to the system’s borders. This time I did not plan for long combat operations and capture of planets, so the supply transports and landing ships have remained on the bases.
We came out of the jump in the outer asteroid belt. The system met us with a complete lack of any reaction to the appearance of an impressive enemy fleet on its outskirts. And it was despite the fact that a few days ago our reconnaissance probes could not even get close to its borders. There was only one conclusion: they were waiting for us. It was unpleasant to realize this fact, but at least it became clear that we were not wrong about one thing: the toads did not have enough warships to directly confront our squadron in open space.
“Commander, Sir, the system is saturated with industrial and mining infrastructure,” the senior analyst reported looking at his screen, “but there is no transport fleet activity typical of such systems. There is a high probability that the enemy detected us at a distance of one jump from the system and had time to evacuate the shipyards and factories. It is also possible that we were discovered even earlier, but this means that the toads know the coordinates of the transport ring.”
“Pass the order to Commander Somov to undock the portal and jump immediately,” ordered I, knowing that we could not afford to lose the opportunity to quickly return to the Federation space. The transport ring, of course, still had its guard ships, but I didn’t want to take any chances anyway.
The tactical projection was gradually replenished with scan data, but compared to the usual picture seen when entering an enemy star system, the degree of detail of the picture left a lot to be desired. Our scanners were clearly countered by something very powerful, far superior to our scanning and electronic warfare systems.
“Rear Admiral Yoon Gao, what measures have been taken to scout enemy defense systems?”
“Unmanned probes have been sent to the three central planets, Commander, Sir. They are escorted at some distance by five medium recon ships and three Ghost-class destroyers, so the toads don’t try to shoot the probes down with some little thing like patrol corvettes. With their help, they used to prevent us from even approaching the boundaries of the system.”
“The Ghosts don’t have enough firepower, Rear Admiral. Even an attack by two or three enemy corvettes could be a problem for them.”
“There’s no counteraction so far, Fleet Admiral, Sir," objected Yoon Gao, "and sending Black Dragons to cover the probes…”
“I agree," I nodded, "it’s a completely unnecessary risk.”
Meanwhile, the picture was beginning to become clearer. As the distance to the enemy decreased, the probe scanners began transmitting more and more detailed information to the squadron ships.
“How many of them are there…” said Admiral Fulton in amazement as the tactical projection displayed the largest sites of the orbital defense of the fourth planet.
I understood the Admiral well. This was really the first time we saw anything like this. Even Earth was protected by only 15 orbital fortresses, and it was thought that this number was even excessive. There was something unimaginable going on here. A dense network of hundreds of large marks surrounded the planet in a sphere. It was not yet possible to examine these sites in detail, but their size unambiguously indicated that they were not analogues of relatively weak rocket and artillery monitors, with which we dealt at Luyten-5, but full-fledged orbital fortresses.
“Rear Admiral, continue reconnaissance of the fourth planet’s defense system, and assign several groups to search for a hyperportal,” I ordered Yoon Gao, “According to the prisoners’ statements, it should be in this system, and somewhere near the boundaries of the star’s zone of influence, but so far our scanners don’t see it.”
“Doin’ it,” Yoon nodded and disappeared from the channel, switching to giving orders to his subordinates.
I did not like what I saw. I had no doubt that my squadron was no match against the network of orbital fortresses of the toads, but to turn around and fly away would be unforgivably stupid. In order to come back here later for a real assault, we needed to understand what the enemy’s defenses were capable of. Based on what we saw in the battle of the Delta Trianguli, the range of our drone torpedoes was longer than that of the toads’ guns, but we’ve never dealt with their orbital fortresses before, so I couldn’t say anything with certainty.
The destroyers accompanying the reconnaissance probes approached the orbital fortresses within torpedo launching distance. They had no torpedo weapons on board, but the enemy could not know that, and I hoped that if the toads had something more long-range than the main batteries of their battleships, they would use it. However, our provocation was not successful, the fortresses remained silent.
“«Invisibles» One through 30, prepare to accelerate towards the fourth planet. Commander Klitch,” I addressed to the squadron commander of the quargs, who had miraculously survived in the melted wreckage of his flagship at the Battle of Delta Trianguli, “Assign five of your aircraft carriers to join up with the «Invisibles».”
“Doin’ it.”
“Seven destroyers from the first division and battleship Denver, escort the drone torpedo carriers to the attack line and cover their retreat after the salvo. The squadron’s task is a torpedo strike on three enemy orbital fortresses – the 75th through the 77th.”
The fleet split up. The main force remained behind the orbit of the sixth planet, without entering the star’s zone of influence, and one Black Dragon and seven destroyers began approaching the toads’ planet, escorting the ‘Invisibles’ and aircraft carriers. The enemy was bound to react to such a threat, of that I had no doubt.
We have never been able to see in detail what the orbital fortresses of the toads are. Even at maximum proximity to them, probe scanners gave only a fuzzy, blurry picture. But at least we could see the fortresses, and the surface of the planet was not scanned in any way.
“The fortresses combine their camouflage fields into a common veil through which our scanners are unable to penetrate,” reported Yoon Gao, “I’m afraid that when it comes to the assault, the force fields will also form a single spherical shield over the planet.”
“If things are so bad, then why did some captive toads agree to work for us in exchange for promises of high positions in the occupation administration after our victory? So they don’t really believe in the indestructibility of this defense,” answered Fulton with a doubt in his voice, scrutinizing the image on the screen.
“We’ll know everything soon enough, Officers, Sirs,” I replied as I watched the «Invisibles» and aircraft carriers approach the torpedo launching line, “If the toads are able to surprise us with something, it will happen now.”
A wave of ripples went through the image on the projection screen. For a fraction of a second it blurred and then became clear again. The eight orbital fortresses closest to the ships approaching the opening fire line were enveloped in purple protuberances, and after ten seconds a blob of energy resembling a small but brightly flaring artificial sun formed above each of them. The envelopes of the just-born luminaries, reaching an unbearable brightness, burst and fell in themselves, collapsing into dots, and from these points to the seven destroyers and the Black Dragon rushed lightnings of absolute darkness, slightly illuminated in some places by a dark gray, making them distinguishable against the blackness of space.
The destroyers disappeared in bright flashes. No debris, no internal explosions, nothing. Just a spherical wave of scattering photons. Denver was a little luckier, although I couldn’t really call it luck. The battleship’s protective field flared up and instantly went out. It was able to absorb some of the energy of the enemy salvo, but not all of it. The volley of toads could not completely destroy this Black Dragon-class battleship, but what was left of it could no longer be called a warship. A pathetic melted fragment barely a quarter of its original size remained of the once formidable fighting machine.
“Break off the attack! «Invisibles» and aircraft carriers, withdraw immediately from the battle!”
My order was too late. The drone torpedo carriers had already fired a salvo and were now laying down on a course to diverge from the planet, and nearly nine thousand torpedoes were rushing toward the enemy orbital fortresses, which had just destroyed eight of our ships, including the newest battleship, whose superiority over the enemy we had all pinned such hopes on, with the first shot.
The enemy managed to fire 13 more times, and now other orbital fortresses were firing. Apparently, it took a long time to recharge that unknown weapon. We lost two quarg aircraft carriers and 11 «Invisibles», and the rest of the ships managed to escape. And then a wave of our torpedoes hit three orbital fortresses.
Yoon Gao’s fears were not in vain. The network of fortresses really formed a single wall of energy protection. Perhaps if the torpedoes had been equipped with old-style warheads, few would have reached their targets. But now the torpedo was not required to make direct contact with the target. The disposable plasma cannon sent its charge to the target from a very respectable distance, so that anti-aircraft guns and short-range missiles largely lost their effectiveness against torpedoes, which simply did not approach the target at a dangerous distance.
For 15 seconds, the shield that covered the orbital fortresses was ablaze with continuous bursts of plasma blasts, and when the last flashes of fire went out, it was clear that the enemy defense was not absolute after all. Two of the three fortresses we attacked survived. At any rate, their markings remained in place, and we could not assess the damage the enemy had received as the camouflage fields were in the way. But the third fortress was gone. Its shapeless wreckage and fragments of armor and internal structures were pulled out of orbit and partly scattered in the surrounding space, and some fell to the planet, trapped by its gravity.
It was in grim silence that we watched the outcome of the battle. The exchange of a Black Dragon and two dozen other ships for one enemy orbital fortress looked depressing. We could console ourselves with the fact that we were cautious enough not to try to approach the planet with the whole fleet.
“The second search team found the enemy transport ring,” Yoon Gao reported over the hypercomms, and a new marker flashed on the tactical projection.
The toads had positioned a hypergate in the asteroid belt beyond the orbit of the seventh planet. They had not evacuated the portal personnel and seemed seriously intent on protecting such a valuable facility, now that the enemy had discovered it.
But here the situation turned out to be quite different. The hyperportal of toads was guarded in an unprecedented way for a autonomous space structure. Ten asteroids, put into circular orbits, orbited slowly around it. The enemy had turned them into a kind of orbital fortress, and I feared that it was not modern «frogs» who did this, but their distant ancestors back when the portal was built, so we could expect about the same kind of nastiness from these defenses that we already had the dubious pleasure of encountering near the fourth planet. And besides, three cruisers covered the hypergate, though, judging by some of the details of their construction, they were modern ships, far inferior to those built by the toads’ ancestors.
“The asteroids are close enough to each other, most likely, the protective field will be unified here, too,” Admiral Fulton suggested, “but, by all appearances, our fleet is quite capable of overcoming this defense.”
I agreed with the Chief of Staff in his assessment of the situation, but we were all getting very tired of losses. This endless war has taken the lives of the best, the most energetic and dedicated people and our allies, and lately I have seen it as my primary goal to stop this massacre. Yes, wars are not won without casualties, but the main question is what the commander sees as his main goal – a victory or saving the lives of his soldiers. Almost always this choice results in a compromise, but each time the compromise is left to the conscience of the commander ordering the attack.
“Commander Klitch,” I called the commander of the remaining aircraft carriers, “Are your ships capable to move automatically to the torpedo launching range, fire a salvo, and then proceed to a predetermined rendezvous point?”
“Yes, Commander, Sir, we can program our computers to perform such a task,” replied the quarg with a doubt in his voice, “but in this case the ships will not be able to react to changes in the combat situation and will carry out the order regardless of the actions of the enemy. It is impossible to control them remotely, this was done on purpose to prevent the enemy Electronic Warfare systems from intercepting the control in combat.”
“Commander Klitch, in the next five minutes you will receive the attack vector, as well as the coordinates of the torpedo launching point and the assembly point. Leave two aircraft carriers in reserve and order the crews of the others to prepare to evacuate to your ships that participated in the previous attack. They don’t have any torpedoes left anyway, so they’ll work as transports.”
“Yes, Admiral, Sir,” the quarg did not object or ask any clarifying questions. Apparently, the tradition of unquestioning obedience to a commander was deeply ingrained in his society. But I didn’t abuse it and explained my order.
“The enemy’s mobile forces are extremely weak. The toads will not be able to mount an active defense and do anything that might make it necessary to change the original order. As the previous attack has shown, your aircraft carriers, Commander Klitch, will be priority targets for the enemy’s new weapons in the coming battle. I see no point in sending your crews to certain death. It’s better to risk just the ships, even if we lose them all.”
I paused for a moment, giving the quarg a chance to respond, but Klitch only tilted his head slightly, and I continued with my mission statement to the fleet.
I ordered 56 of the 70 «Invisibles» not yet involved in the battle, to have their crews removed, and to prepare to attack in automatic mode, along with 17 quarg aircraft carriers. I divided the rest of the fleet into two equal groups. In the initial phase of the operation, they were to move with the ships left without crews, but long before they reached the torpedo launching line both groups were instructed to perform a flank maneuver in the ecliptic plane and simulate an attack on the toads’ portal from opposite sides. Except that I forbade them to go closer than two torpedo launch distances, at least until the results of the main torpedo strike are clear.
When planning the attack, we had to put too many unknowns into the calculations. Not only did we not know the physical principles upon which the enemy’s previously unknown weapons were based, we had no idea how long it would take to recharge before it could fire another salvo. But combat reconnaissance is designed precisely to get the missing information directly in combat, forcing the enemy to reveal their defense system and fire capabilities.
Half an hour later, during which time the disposition had not changed at all, I gave an order to begin the attack. The «Invisibles», rearranged in battle order, moved in an extended line ahead of our squadron. The quarg aircraft carriers stayed behind for now, as I wanted to provoke the toads to spend the charge of their ancient weapons on the «Invisibles» in order to give the aircraft carriers a chance to shoot off in peace. The death of even one of these huge ships would significantly reduce the density of our salvo.
“Squadron separation point,” Fulton reported, looking at the tactical projection.
