Old Man's War Boxed Set 1 (95 page)

“Tell them that we acknowledge their message and that we are ceasing fire,” I said, to Jane. “Tell them we look forward to their arrival to discuss terms of surrender.”

“Done,” Jane said, a moment later. I turned to Savitri, who was standing next to Beata. “You’re on,” I said.

“Great,” Savitri said, in an entirely unconvincing tone of voice.

“You’ll be fine,” I said.

“I feel like I’m going to throw up,” she said.

“I’m afraid I left the bucket back at the office,” I said.

“I’ll just throw up on your boots,” Savitri said.

“Seriously,” I said. “Are you ready to do this, Savitri?”

She nodded. “I’m ready,” she said. “Let’s do it.”

We all went to our positions.

Some time later a light in the sky resolved itself into two troop transports. The transports hovered over Croatoan for some small amount of time before landing a klick away in an unsown field. The field had originally been sown; we had plowed under the early seedlings. We’d planned on troop transports and we hoped to convince them to land in a particular spot by making it more appealing than other places. It worked. In the back of my head I imagined Jane smiling grimly. Jane would have been cautious about landing in the one agricultural field that didn’t have plants sticking out of it, but that’s one of the reasons we did it. I would have been cautious, too, when I was leading troops. Basic military competence was going to matter here, and this was our first clue as to what sort of fight we had on our hands.

I took my binoculars and peered through. The transports had opened and soldiers were piling out of the bays. They were compact, mottled and thickly skinned; Arrisian, all of them, like their leader. This was another way this invasion force differed from General
Gau’s fleet. Gau spread the responsibility for his incursions among the entire Conclave; Eser was saving the glory of this attack for his own people.

The soldiers formed into platoons; three platoons, thirty or thirty-five soldiers each. About a hundred overall. Eser was definitely feeling cocky. But then, the one hundred soldiers on the ground were an illusion; no doubt Eser had a few hundred more back on his ship, not to mention that the ship itself was capable of blasting the colony from orbit. On the ground or above, Eser had more than enough firepower to kill us all several times over. Most of the Arrisian soldiers slung the standard Arrisian automatic rifle, a slug-thrower known for its velocity, accuracy and high rate of fire. Two soldiers in each platoon carried shoulder-mounted missile launchers; given the incursion, this looked like they were going to be for show more than anything else. No beam weapons or flamethrowers as far as I could see.

Now came Eser, flanked by an honor guard. Eser was dressed in Arrisian military gear, a bit of show because he’d never served, but I suppose if you’re going to try to show up a general in a military mission, you’d best dress for the part. Eser’s limbs were thicker and the fiber tufts around his eyestalks were darker than those of his soldiers; he was older and more out of shape than those who were serving him. But inasmuch as I could figure out any emotion from his alien head, he seemed pretty pleased with himself. He stood in front of his soldiers, gesticulating; it looked like he was giving a speech.

Asshole. He was only a klick away, motionless over flat ground. If I or Jane had the right rifle, we could have taken the top of his head clean off. Then we might be dead, because then his soldiers and his ship would flatten the colony. But it would be fun while it lasted. It was moot; we didn’t have the right kind of rifle, and
anyway, no matter what happened, we wanted Eser alive at the end of it. Killing him was not in the cards. Alas.

While Eser talked, his guard was actively scanning the environment, looking for threats. I hoped that Jane, in her position, was making note of that; not everyone in this little adventure was entirely incompetent. I wistfully wished I could tell her to make a note of it, but we were in radio silence; we didn’t want to give away the game before it had begun.

Eser finally stopped with his talk and the whole company of soldiers began to walk across the field toward the road that linked the farm to Croatoan. A squad of soldiers took the lead, looking for threat and movement; the rest moved in formation but without much discipline. No one expected much resistance.

Nor would they find any on the road to Croatoan. The entire colony was awake and aware of the invasion, of course, but we warned them all to stay in their homes or in their shelters and not to engage while the soldiers passed into Croatoan. We wanted them to play the part of the cowed and frightened colonists they were supposed to be. For some of them, this wasn’t going to be a problem; for others it was going to take effort. The former group we wanted to be safe as possible; the latter group we wanted contained. We gave them tasks for later, if there was a later.

No doubt the forward squad were scanning the surroundings with infrared and heat sensors, looking for sneak attacks. All they would find are colonists up and at their windows, staring into the darkness as the soldiers marched by. I could see in my binoculars that at least a couple of colonists stood on their porches to see the soldiers. Mennonites. They were pacifists, but they sure as hell weren’t scared of anything.

Croatoan remained as it was when we had begun: a modern-day take on the Roman legion camp, still ringed by two sets of
cargo containers. Most of the colonists who had lived there had long abandoned it for homes and farms of their own, but a few people continued to live there, including me and Jane and Zoë, and several permanent buildings stood where the tents used to be. The recreation area at the center of the camp still remained, in front of a lane that passed along it and behind the administration building. In the center of the recreation area stood Savitri, alone. She would be the first human the Arrisian soldiers and Eser would see; the only one, hopefully, that they would see.

I could see Savitri from where I was. The early morning was not cold, but she was clearly shivering.

The first of the Arrisian soldiers reached the perimeter of Croatoan and called a halt to the march as they examined the surroundings to be sure they weren’t walking into a trap. This took several minutes, but eventually they were satisfied that there was nothing there that could harm them. They restarted the march and the Arrisian soldier tromped in, piling up in the recreation center, keeping a wary eye on Savitri, who stood there, silent and now shivering only a little. In a very short amount of time all the soldiers were within the cargo container-lined borders of Croatoan.

Eser came up through the ranks with his guard and stood before Savitri. He motioned for a translator device.

“I am Nerbros Eser,” he said.

“I’m Savitri Guntupalli,” Savitri said.

“You’re the leader of this colony,” Eser said.

“No,” Savitri said.

Eser’s eyestalks jiggled at this. “Where are this colony’s leaders?” he asked.

“They’re busy,” Savitri said. “That’s why they sent me out to talk to you.”

“And who are you?” Eser said.

“I’m the secretary,” Savitri said.

Eser’s eyestalks extended angrily and almost banged together. “I have the power to level this entire colony, and its leader sends his
secretary
to meet me,” he said. Clearly any hint of magnanimity Eser may have been planning in victory was flying right out the window.

“Well, they did give me a message for you,” Savitri said.

“They
did
,” Eser said.

“Yes,” Savitri said. “I was told to tell you that if you and your troops were willing to get back into your ships and just go back where you came from, we’d be happy to let you live.”

Eser goggled and then emitted a high
screee
, the Arrisian noise for amusement. Most of his soldiers
screed
along with him; it was like a convention of angry bees. Then he stopped his
scree
and stalked right up to Savitri, who like the star she is, didn’t even flinch.

“I was planning to let most of your colonists survive,” Eser said. “I was going to have this colony’s leaders executed for the crimes against the Conclave, when they helped the Colonial Union ambush our fleet. But I was going to spare your colonists. You are tempting me to change my mind on that.”

“So, that’s a
no
, then,” Savitri said, staring directly into his eyestalks.

Eser stepped back, and turned to one of his guards. “Kill her,” he said. “Then let’s get to work.”

The guard raised his weapon, sighted in on Savitri’s torso, and tapped the trigger panel on his rifle.

The rifle exploded, shearing vertically in the plane perpendicular to the rifle’s firing mechanism and sending a vertical planar array of energy directly upward. The guard’s eyestalks intersected that plane and were severed; he fell screaming in pain, clutching what remained of his stalks.

Eser looked again at Savitri, confused.

“You should have left when you had the chance,” Savitri said.

There was a
bang
as Jane kicked open the door of the administration building, the nanomesh suit that hid her body heat covered by standard Department of Colonization police armor, same as the others of us in our little squad. In her arms was something that was
not
standard Department of Colonization issue: A flamethrower.

Jane motioned Savitri back; Savitri didn’t need to be told twice. From in front of Jane came the sound of Arrisian screams as panicked soldiers tried to shoot her, only to have their rifles shear and erupt violently in their arms. Jane walked right up to the soldiers, who had begun to wheel back in fear, and poured fire into their midst.

“What is this?” I asked Zoë, when she directed us into the shuttle to look at whatever it was she wanted us to look at. Whatever it was, it was the size of a baby elephant. Hickory and Dickory stood next to it; Jane went to it and started to examine the control panel on one side.

“It’s my present to the colony,” Zoë said. “It’s a sapper field.”

“Zapper field,” I said.

“No,
sapper
,” Zoë said. “With a
ssss
.”

“What does it do?” I asked.

Zoë turned to Hickory. “Tell him,” she said.

“The sapper field channels kinetic energy,” Hickory said. “Redirects the energy upward or any other direction the user chooses and uses the redirected energy to feed the field itself. The user can define at what level the energy is redirected, over a range of parameters.”

“You need to explain this to me like I’m an idiot,” I said. “Because clearly I am.”

“It stops bullets,” Jane said, still looking at the panel.

“Come again?” I said.

“This thing generates a field that will suck the energy out of any object that goes faster than a certain speed,” Jane said. She looked at Hickory. “That’s right, isn’t it.”

“Velocity is one of the parameters a user may define,” Hickory said. “Other parameters can include energy output over a specified time or temperature.”

“So we program it to stop bullets or grenades, and it will do it,” I said.

“Yes,” Hickory said. “Although it works better with physical objects than with energetic ones.”

“Works better with bullets than with beams,” I said.

“Yes,” Hickory said.

“When we define the power levels, anything under that power level retains its energy,” Jane said. “We could tune it to stop a bullet but let an arrow fly.”

“If the energy of the arrow is below the threshold you define, yes,” Hickory said.

“This has possibilities,” I said.

“I told you you would like it,” Zoë said.

“This is the best present you ever got me, sweetheart,” I said. Zoë grinned.

“You should know that this field is of very limited duration,” Hickory said. “The power source here is small and will only last a few minutes, depending on the size of the field you generate.”

“If we use it to cover Croatoan, how long would it last?” I asked.

“About seven minutes,” Jane said. She had figured out the control panel.

“Real possibilities,” I said. I turned back to Zoë. “So how did you manage to get the Obin to give us this?” I asked.

“First I reasoned, then I bargained, then I pleaded,” Zoë said. “And then I threw a tantrum.”

“A tantrum, you say,” I said.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Zoë said. “The Obin are incredibly sensitive to my emotions. You know that. And the idea of every person I love and care about being killed is something I could get emotional about pretty easily. And on top of every other argument I made, it worked. So don’t give me grief for it, ninety-year-old dad. While Hickory and Dickory and I were with General Gau, other Obin got this for us.”

I glanced back at Hickory. “I thought you said you weren’t allowed to help us, because of your treaty with the Colonial Union.”

“I regret to say that Zoë has made a small error in her explanation,” Hickory said. “The sapper field is not our technology. It is far too advanced for that. It is Consu.”

Jane and I looked at each other. Consu technology was generally breathtakingly advanced over the technology of other species, including our own, and the Consu never parted lightly with any technology they possessed.

“The Consu gave this to you?” I asked.

“They gave it to you, in point of fact,” Hickory said.

“And how did they know about us?” I asked.

“In an encounter with some of our fellow Obin, the topic came up in conversation, and the Consu were moved to spontaneously offer you this gift,” Hickory said.

I remembered once, not long after I met Jane, that she and I needed to ask the Consu some questions. The cost of answering those questions was one dead Special Forces soldier and three mutilated ones. I had a hard time imagining the “conversation” that resulted in the Consu parting with a piece of technology like this one.

“So the Obin have nothing to do with this gift,” I said.

“Other than transporting it here at the request of your daughter, no,” Hickory said.

“We must thank the Consu at some point,” I said.