04 Dark Space (41 page)

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“Set down over there,” blue cape said, pointing to a broad, grassy square at the base of the Zenith Tower. The tower was fine to all outward appearances—no sign of turmoil or conflict—but there were crowds of people in the square, most of them wearing flowing white robes
.

Ethan set the
Trinity
down gently to one side of the square. “Now what?”

Blue cape turned and stalked toward the entrance of the bridge. “Now, you wait here while we resolve this crisis.”

“Hoi, I didn’t bring you all this way just to sit on the sidelines and wait,” Ethan said.

“You cannot enter the tower. Only Celestials are allowed in, and even then, only those who have the proper clearance. I will have enough trouble getting in myself without you there to make matters worse. Stay here and wait for us to return.”

“You said all of your weapons have been deactivated,” Ethan said, not ready to give up just yet. “
Ours
haven’t. If there’s some kind of revolution going on, then don’t you think it would help for your men to be armed?”

Blue cape stopped in mid stride and turned back to look at him.

Ethan stared into the man’s blindingly bright visor for a moment before going on, “I could arm your men and teach them to use our weapons. Take me along as a weapons tech. Maybe you need to blow open a door or cut through a wall. I can do that just like I cut open your cruiser and found you sitting in a corner picking your nose.”

Ethan felt Alara grab his arm in a suddenly tight grip. She obviously thought he should show more respect, but as far as Ethan was concerned, they had to earn his respect just the same as anyone else.

Blue cape said nothing for a long moment, and the other Avilonians gathered round, as if waiting to pounce.

“As you wish,
martalis
. Take care that you do not get yourself killed.”

Ethan unbuckled from the pilot’s station and stood up with a wry grin. “Your people have no weapons. What are they going to do, beat me to death?”

“With an attitude like yours, that seems a fitting end,” blue cape said. “Lead on,
martalis
.”

Alara squeezed his arm even more insistently, her nails biting into his skin even through the tough weave of his flight suit. “Hoi, Kiddie, take it easy,” he said. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“What about me?”

Ethan briefly considered the danger in leaving her behind to face the Sythians versus the danger in taking her with him. Turning back to the Avilonian in charge, he said, “One more thing—my wife comes, too.”

“Very well, but
hurry
.”

Ethan raced from the bridge, dragging Alara through the living area and past the crew cabins. Upon reaching the ship’s lift tubes, he keyed in the lowermost of the ship’s five decks. That was where the storage and utility rooms lay. Avilonian soldiers crowded in around them and then the lift tube dropped swiftly through the ship. As soon as it arrived, they rushed out into the corridor beyond. This one was painted a utilitarian gray with conduits, pipes, and wires exposed. Unlike the lavish living area, this part of the ship had been left untouched since the vessel’s service with the Imperial Fleet.

Ethan led the way down the corridor to a pair of doors marked with hazard symbols and warning signs. A glowing plate on the first door read
Sentinels’
Armory
. Ethan waved the door open with his wrist and stepped into a broad corridor. The walls were lined with recessed panels. For each panel there was a glowing red identichip scanner and keypad. Ethan stopped by the first scanner and waved his wrist over it. The wall panel slid away soundlessly to reveal a rack of plasma rifles. He began handing them down the line of Avilonians who had crowded into the armory with him. When the next panel opened, it revealed belts and bandoliers of plasma grenades and timed explosives. Ethan took one of the latter for himself before passing on to the next compartment. This one revealed sidearms. Selecting a pair of stun pistols, he explained that they wouldn’t kill like the rifles, but they would knock an enemy unconscious.

Blue cape responded to that with a shake of his head. “It will take much to penetrate our armor. Stun weapons will not.”

“Take them anyway,” Ethan said. “You never know if we need to subdue a few civilians.”

“We?” Blue cape echoed, an incredulous note creeping into his voice. “I agreed to let you come with us. I did not agree to let you come armed.”

Ethan’s eyes narrowed swiftly. “Hold it right there you incandescent tin man.”

“Do you wish to join us or not?”

“Ethan . . .” Alara began, shaking her head. “We’ll be safer with them than flying around in the middle of a war zone.”

Ethan hesitated. He thought about taking the
Trinity
and running as far and as fast as they could until the battle for Avilon was over, but the chances of their being tracked and followed by cloaked Sythian fighters were very high. At this point, nothing was going to blast off from the surface of Avilon without catching the Sythians’ attention—particularly not when the Avilonians’ own outbound ships numbered exactly zero. “All right, let’s go,” Ethan said.

Chapter 27

A
tton saw the Zenith Tower rising on the horizon, a glittering mountain of transpiranium and reinforced castcrete, or whatever passed for those materials in Avilon.

“My scopes are clear out to the tower. So far so good,” Guardian Eight said.

“They could be cloaked,” Atton replied. “We have to assume they’re right behind us, or worse—already waiting for us at Epsilon.”

“What’s so important about that building?” Guardian Five put in.

“Need to know, Razor,” Gina replied. “We don’t need, so we don’t know.”

“I’m picking up a big crowd at the base of that building . . .” Ceyla said. “Upwards of ten thousand. That’s a lot of innocents. If we end up dog fighting over their heads, someone’s going to get hurt.”

“Frek it,” Atton muttered. He keyed his comms for the command channel and then said, “Control, this is Guardian Leader; be advised Epsilon is overrun with civilians. The Avilonians would do well to get their people under cover before the Sythians get here.”

“Acknowledged, Guardian Leader; we’ll pass on your message. Orders are to defend Epsilon at all costs. We’re going to lead them away and hold them off as long as we can.”

“Roger that, control.”

Atton passed along the news to his squadron just as they reached the Zenith Tower and began circling the vertiginous spire in a holding pattern. Atton couldn’t help but admire the building; it was massive, over three kilometers high, not counting any foundations hiding below the shield layer. The skyscraper sprawled out in all directions, luminous from within, and glowing gold. It lit up the night for kilometers in all directions, a city within a city.

“Hoi, my scopes just went skriffy . . . is it just me or is there some massive interference around here?” Razor said.

“Likewise,” Gina added. “I’m down to a radius of just 25 klicks. We’re practically blind.”

Atton eyed his sensors with a frown. His gravidar was the same, having auto-limited itself to scanning the immediate area.

“What do you think it is?” Ceyla asked.

“Frekked if I know,” Gina replied. “Where are those blasted Renegades? Did anyone have eyes on them before we reached Epsilon?”

“I did,” Atton replied. “They were right behind us. I sent them our flight path so they could follow us in.”

“They should be here any minute then,” Gina said.

“There’s still a lot of activity on the ground,” Ceyla put in. “Both soldiers and civvies, but I don’t see any kind of conflict.”

Atton pulled up a view from his Nova’s nose cam and magnified the footage for a better look. Ceyla was right. No one was shooting down there; they were just milling around the base of the tower as if there to admire its grandeur. Platoons of armored soldiers were busy trying to clear a path to the entrance. A moment later, Atton saw why. A small hole had opened up in the hexagonal shield layer and a stream of assault mechs were marching out into the square. Clearly the Avilonians were regaining control of at least some of their weaponry. Swiveling his nose cam for a better look, Atton zoomed in again, and then he realized his mistake. Those weren’t assault mechs. They were load lifters and constructors, not built for war at all.

“What are they planning to do with those?” Guardian Eight asked.

Atton watched them heading straight for the base of the Zenith Tower, and he had an idea about their intentions. “I think they’re trying to break into their own building.”

“What, someone locked them out?” Gina asked.

“Guess so,” Eight replied.

“Why don’t they just blow a hole?”

“Maybe they can’t,” Atton replied.

“What are they going to do, beat the doors down?”

“Hoi, incoming!” Guardian Nine interrupted.

Atton’s gaze snapped back to the grid, but the only
incoming
he saw was the Renegades and a trio of assault transports which they’d escorted down to the surface. The Renegades raced into the square at the base of the Zenith tower and then peeled away and pulled up to join the Guardians in their holding pattern overhead.

Atton watched on his magnified view of the ground as the assault transports settled down in the grassy square below. That was when he noticed that another ship had already landed there. Off to one side of the square sat an old imperial seraphim-class corvette.

“Did the
Intrepid
send a corvette down here?” Atton asked.

“What?” Gina said. “How would we do that? We didn’t have any corvettes on board.”

“Well, we have one on the ground. Check it out.” Atton swiveled his nose cam to follow the ship and get some close-up footage. It was painted white and blue—ISSF colors, but not in ISSF style. There were too many stripes and blue accents, and that blue was the wrong color—too bright. The ship was almost certainly civilian.

“It’s not one of ours,” Gina confirmed.

“So we’re not the first ones here,” Razor said. “So much for Avilon being a closely-guarded secret, hoi?”

“Right . . .” Atton said, keeping half an eye on that corvette as a growing suspicion formed in his gut. The ship was powered down and not broadcasting any SID codes which would confirm his suspicions, but he was almost sure he knew whose vessel it was. His father owned a corvette like that. It had been a gift from the admiral. It seemed like too much to hope for, but how many other civilians owned old navy corvettes? And how many of those civilians would ever have a chance to find out where Avilon was? Only Ethan might be let in on a secret like that, and only because he already knew that Avilon existed.

Atton let out a long, slow breath, feeling somehow relieved to know that Ethan was here with him. The big question was, what was his father doing in Avilon?

“Hoi! I’ve got Shell Fighters incoming!” Gina called out, and suddenly Atton had bigger problems than idle curiosity. “They’re cloaked, but they’re lighting the atmosphere on fire with their approach.”

“Mark your targets, Guardians!” Atton replied. “I don’t think they know we can see them, so let’s catch ‘em with their shields down. Switch to lasers, set to single fire for rapid cycling. On my mark we break and shoot!”

Click. Click. Click-click,
came the affirmative responses from his squadron.

“Roger that!” someone else commed.

“Targets set?”

Atton listened to the handful of affirmative clicks which came over the comms once more, and then he called out, “Mark! Break and fire! Break and fire!” Atton lined up his target, visible only by the crescent of superheated air which preceded it. A dozen matching crescents were flying in formation with that one, revealing the phenomenon for what it was to anyone watching. Atton pulled the trigger and held it down. A brilliant red stream of laser fire stuttered out. Half a dozen matching streams of fire crossed his, drawing dazzling X’s in the sky. The lasers kissed their targets, and three separate fireballs bloomed out of thin air, sounding in quick succession with a muffled
b-b-boom!

“Three down!” Ceyla crowed.

“Ruh-kah!” Razor added.

“They’re on to us,” Atton said, watching on the grid as the enemy disengaged their cloaks and activated their energy shields, already veering off from their flight paths to greet the Guardians head-on. When Atton noticed how much red had suddenly appeared on his scopes, his mouth went suddenly dry.

“Oh . . . frek me . . .” Gina said, obviously noticing the same thing. “There’s hundreds of them!”

“Stow that, Tuner!” Atton replied. “Stick to your wingmates, Guardians. We’re faster than they are, and we have better aerodynamics, so we can fly circles around them down here. We don’t have to take them all down; we just have to hold them off until the planetary defenses come back online.”

“What if they don’t come back online?” Ceyla asked in a small voice.

“They will,” Atton insisted.
They have to.

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Simulated thunder rumbled through the bridge speakers, and then real thunder boomed below decks and the lights flickered. Captain Caldin saw on the grid that the cruiser they were using to shield their keel had just been eliminated, and part of the next volley had broken through to hit them instead.

“Find me another derelict to cover our flanks!” she roared.

Another muffled
boom
rumbled underfoot and Delayn called out, “Hull breach on deck one! Ventral shields are critical.”

“Equalize! Helm get us out of here! Head for the planet.”

“Yes ma’am!”

“Comms update our transports on the situation up here. Make sure the Avilonians know the battle is over. We’re going to try to draw the Sythians away from the Zenith, but whatever they’re trying to do down there, tell them they’d better hurry it up!”

“Understood, Captain.”

Caldin looked up from the captain’s table to watch with her own eyes as the remainder of the Avilonian fleet was torn apart. Sythian missiles spiraled out in bright purple streaks, exploding against their targets with brief, intense bursts of light. Vast clouds of debris now floated wraithlike in the dark void between them and the glowing night side of the planet.