A Dark and Hungry God Arises (62 page)

Could Davies hear her? If she called her son's name into her pickup, would he be able to receive her voice?

Could she warn him?

She didn't try. Her throat locked, holding her silent, when she saw Nick stop suddenly.

Planting his feet, he raised his arms to the dark. His helmet tilted back.

'Do it!' he cried. Fury and desperation made him frantic. 'You little bitch, I gave you an order! I want you to do it!'

The dark didn't answer.

Mikka and Sib came up beside Morn; they drew her with them toward the harsh light. For a moment or two, however, she could hardly move her legs. The intensity of Nick's cry closed around her chest like a clutch of panic.

She was wrong about him.

Oh, God, what was he doing? What was he doing?

'I wish Liete didn't worship him, ' Mikka muttered bitterly. 'She should have better sense. '

'What did he tell her?' Sib gulped.

'You ask him, ' she retorted. 'I've got too many other things to worry about. '

Without warning the light changed color. Morn saw sulfur lick like yellow flames across the side of Mikka's suit.

At the same time she felt the rock under her boots rumbling.

'Nick!' Mikka yelled. 'Get down!'

Morn turned toward the new glow.

The hatch of the shuttle port was in motion; it ground open like a window, spilling yellow illumination and a froth of atmosphere frozen to ice in an instant.

Simultaneously Mikka and Sib called, 'Morn!' Mikka caught her arm, dragged her flat on the serrated knuckles of the rock.

A heartbeat later, the blast of thrusters shook the surface like an explosion, and a shuttle shaped like a g-stretched ball rode atmospheric ice out of the port. At full burn the craft hurled herself upward.

Morn and her companions were too close. Thrust dispersion hit them so hard that it might have torn their suits. Fortunately the vacuum leeched most of the force away. She felt the pressure wave slam along the length of her body and pass on.

All the status indicators inside her helmet showed a reassuring green.

Through her teeth Mikka hissed, 'Now!' She sprang upright. 'Let's go. '

Panting raggedly, Sib hauled himself to his feet.

Morn stayed where she was.

For some reason, she couldn't take her eyes off Tranquil Hegemony.

Right in front of her the ship's running lights came on.

'Morn?' Sib choked out. 'Are you hurt? Do you need help?'

'Oh, shit, ' Mikka moaned as she saw what Morn was looking at.

Batteries of searchlights stabbed abruptly off the sides of the warship. For a moment they wandered aimlessly; then they pulled into focus and swept toward the airlock bunker and the docks. Almost immediately they began to quarter the surface.

They were looking for the people who'd attacked their installation.

Morn saw the ship's guns swivel as they came to bear.

Tranquil Hegemony intended to blast her enemies off the face of the rock.

Controlling herself fiercely, Liete resisted the impulse to demand premature reports from the bridge crew. She could feel a pressure building in her chest, an inchoate frenzy accumulating like the force of a storm. G had simplified since Captain's Fancy lost thrust. Nevertheless she had difficulty breathing.

Nick had been inside the Amnion sector too long. If he stayed there much longer, the strain of holding her emotions down would rupture the lining of her lungs.

At last her restraint failed. She couldn't wait out the silence. Like a poised whip, she asked, 'Status?'

Lind looked over at her. His board was already putting out all the garbage it could; he had little else to do but listen. 'Tranquil Hegemony and Calm Horizons are talking to each other. Soar is in it, too. They've turned up the gain so much they sound like they're yelling, but we don't know the code. ' Lamely he added, 'I'm no cryptographer. ' Then he finished, They're going to do something, that's for sure. But I can't guess what. '

Liete nodded. She didn't care what answers she received. All she wanted was the distraction of hearing people speak.

'Malda?'

'I've got a twenty-five percent charge on the matter cannon. ' The targ first sounded stretched too thin, near her breaking-point. Her hair straggled past her eyes, but she didn't have the energy to tie it back. We can fire one gun hard, or let all of them dribble. '

'Pastille?'

Pastille snapped his fingers as if he resented the interruption. 'Maneuvering thrust, that's it. I can take us back to dock like this, but we can't burn. '

'Good enough, ' Liete asserted. The point is, it's more than they think we can do. Keep at it. The longer they wait, the more we'll be able to surprise them. '

Abruptly Malda swung her g-seat to face Liete.

'Liete, we can hit Soar right now. She's our target, isn't she? If we fire at this range, we can blow her guts out.

Why don't we do it now and get it over with?'

Liete started to say, Because I'm hoping we can find a way to do this and stay alive.

She started to think, Because Nick went into the Amnion installation in an EVA suit, and he hasn't come back yet.

But Carmel interrupted her.

'Liete!' Rigid in her g-seat, the scan first stared at her readouts while her fingers ran commands which focused instruments and sifted their data. We've got people coming out of the Amnion sector. One, two -I see four of them. They look like the same four who went in.

'I can't be sure, ' she muttered apologetically. 'Our scan isn't that precise. But their suits reflect the same way. '

Where are they headed?' Liete fought down her urgency, struggled to keep her voice calm. What about the three who went to the dish?'

At the same time Pastille demanded, What in hell did he go there for? I thought he wanted Morn back. He's been sick ever since his gonads got a taste of her. '

Liete was instantly furious at him for asking the question she most wanted answered herself. But Carmel didn't let the helm third deflect her.

'Back toward Trumpet,' she reported. 'One of them's ahead of the others, moving faster. The other three are staying together, but they're going in the same direction.

The three from the dish are back at their ship. Just standing there. I assume they're waiting to cover the others. '

Four people entered the domain of the Amnion: four came out. Had they failed to get what they went in for?

Or had someone been lost?

Had Nick been lost?

Deserts and doom filled Liete. She refused to believe that Nick had been lost.

As if she were prescient, she asked Malda, 'Have you got targ on Tranquil Hegemony?'

Malda nodded just as Carmel announced sharply, 'The Amnion are opening their shuttle port!'

At once Liete sat forward, began pulling data from scan, helm, and targ to her board; getting herself ready.

'Now what's going on?' Pastille growled. 'Are they abandoning the installation? Did Nick do them that much damage?'

Fortunately he didn't appear to expect an answer.

'You want targ on that?' Malda asked. 'If we hit it now, we can cripple the port. Or we can get the shuttle when she blows dock. '

'No, ' Liete ordered. 'Leave her alone. She's not our target.

'Tower up faster. Pastille, do the same. Now, while Calm Horizons and Soar have something else to think about. '

'Port open, ' Carmel reported. 'Here she comes. ' An instant later the scan first barked, 'Jesus, she's in a hurry!

That's a full burn launch. ' Almost immediately, however, she reverted to stolidity. 'She's coming right at us. If she doesn't correct, we're going to collide. '

A heartbeat later, Carmel added, 'She's correcting now. ' Liete saw the figures on her own readouts. 'She doesn't want us - she's heading for Soar. Or Calm Horizons. But she won't miss by much. They must really believe we're paralyzed.

They can't abandon the installation that way, ' she continued steadily. 'She isn't big enough. I estimate she only carries ten of them.'

Liete called for status again.

Matter cannon charge had reached forty percent.

Thrust was up to thirty-five.

'Message from Calm Horizons!' Lind gulped.

'New orders. Complete shutdown - everything, even maintenance. They want us to stop putting out all this noise. '

Too much, it was too much, Liete couldn't think about so many conflicting priorities. The wind in her head had become a swirling buffet, full of confusion -

'Oh, shit, ' Carmel breathed. ''Tranquil Hegemony just put on her running lights. She's powering up. '

Liete could hardly breathe; pressure seemed to pull all the air out of her lungs.

Where was Nick? Where was Nick?

One thing at a time, she told herself. Just one. You can do it if you take one thing at a time.

'Is she undocking?' she demanded. 'Are they using her to abandon the installation?'

'No, ' Carmel responded quickly. That's not thrust emission, that's matter cannon. ' In shock she pulled away from her board, faced Liete across the bridge. 'She's charging her guns. And she's using searchlights. She's going to blast those people down there. She's going to blast Trumpet. '

Just for a second, Liete's courage failed.

Blast.

Those people.

And Trumpet.

Nick was a dead man -

Her whole body flinched as if a stun-prod had been fired into her chest.

- unless she found a way to save him.

In that instant the long black wind swept all her fears and conflicts out of her.

Steadily she asked the scan first, 'How long before she's ready to fire?'

'How should I know?' Carmel gritted. 'I'm no expert on Amnion warships. ' Then the passion in Liete's eyes stopped her. Abashed, she murmured, 'A minute? Two at most?'

Liete nodded. 'How long before that shuttle passes us?'

'At that acceleration?' Carmel consulted her board. 'A minute and a half. But she won't keep burning - she'll cut thrust any second now. Otherwise she won't be able to brake in time for Soar. Maybe not even in time for Calm Horizons'

Liete couldn't wait that long. Calm Horizons was trying to shut Captain's Fancy down: Liete's subterfuge was about to be discovered. And her target was Soar. Nick had ordered her to kill that ship. At any cost. No matter what else happened. Somehow he'd maneuvered Sorus Chatelaine into this position, so that she and her ship would be vulnerable. If Liete didn't attack now, Soar or Calm Horizons would realize they'd been duped; they would understand their danger and open fire.

But Tranquil Hegemony was charging her guns to smash seven people and their ship off the face of Thanatos Minor.

And one of them was Nick. He was out there, exposed like a dummy in a practice range. He couldn't survive against those guns — couldn't survive without Trumpet —

Liete Corregio considered his life more important than his orders.

'Pastille. ' Her voice was only a whisper, but it carried like a cry. 'I want braking thrust. Stop us - head us back the way we came. '

'What the hell for?' he objected. 'I thought you said we're after Soar. '

To silence him, she explained, 'I want us closer to that shuttle. We'll use her for cover. '

Pastille glared back at Liete, then turned to his console.

Swallowing protests, he went to work.

At once braking g slammed Liete against her belt as Captain's Fancy's thrusters roared.

She shrugged off the stress. 'Malda, targ on Tranquil Hegemony. Aim for her guns — hit her with everything you've got. On my order. '

Malda's hands shook. Fighting to control them, she pounded her keys vehemently, as if she were furious.

'Carmel, how far away is that shuttle?'

The scan first understood combat: when it came, she had no hesitation in her. 'She's cut thrust - she's coasting.

Alongside in thirty seconds or so. Depending on Pastille. '

Thirty seconds. Liete snapped a look at her chronometer. Calm Horizons didn't have a clear field - Soar was in the way - but Soar could fire at any time. If Sorus Chatelaine feared hitting the shuttle, she might hold off.

On the other hand, if she thought Captain's Fancy was about to ram the shuttle, she would certainly attack.

At this range and speed, evasive maneuvers would be useless.

And Carmel wouldn't be able to give any warning.

Liete would know that Soar had fired when Captain's Fancy took the hit, not before.

Carmel and Lind had been with Nick for a long time: in their separate ways, they had come to terms with death and desperation. And Malda loved Nick with her own private urgency. Liete could rely on them all. Only Pastille would fail her.

When he realized what she meant to do, he would try to stop her.

The black wind blew like a song through her heart.

Everything that held her back was gone: she was alive with scorched fidelity and doom. As if she were inspired by music, she began dummying helm function to her board; secretly routing control of Captain's Fancy away from Pastille.

So that she could save Nick.

Morn watched helplessly as Tranquil Hegemony's guns came into line as if they'd already found her; as if she were as distinct as a beacon against Thanatos Minor's dark stone. Matter cannon at, this range - She told herself that if she'd had the strength she would have climbed to her feet and fled; she wouldn't have given up; while she could still draw breath and move her legs she would have done her best to survive.

Nevertheless she knew it wasn't weakness which held her down.

It was futility.

From her dedicated berth, Tranquil Hegemony could destroy everything between her and the planetoid's horizons. One barrage would reduce the docks to rubble: it would be more than enough to wipe out four people in EVA suits and a single gap scout.

'Run!' Mikka shouted as if she were raging.

Sib didn't move. Like Morn, he seemed to have come to the end of his strength; his will. 'We can't outrun that, '

he said softly.

'They're starting cold!' Mikka yelled. They need a minute to bring up power, maybe two!' She grabbed at his arm, at Morn's, tried to heave them into motion.