by Max Glebow
“That's for certain, Lit-ta, at the very first opportunity. I have one last question. You gave a very impressive speech in your meeting with the Federation President. I liked the way you treated our relationship after the victory. I want a lasting peace, too, for personal reasons of late, as well,” I smiled. Lit-ta already quite understood why I’m making up faces and showing her my teeth, “and I want to offer you an idea that I think will help.”
“Lissstening with great interrressst,” Lit-ta tilted her head to the side, which meant increased attention to the words of the interlocutor.
“Our paths of development are too different. Technologies are very different, they are so different that it’s going to be very difficult for us to take them from each other. But that’s a good thing, it’ll make us work together and depend on each other. Isn't it a unifying factor?”
“Sssoundsss rrreasssonable. What'sss next?”
“Next, I’d like to suggest to create a fleet of ships based on a mixture of our technologies. At first, of course, it’ll be rough stuff, but we need to learn to combine our technologies and get them to work together, and, very importantly, ships should have mixed crews. People will be responsible for their share of the equipment, and lizards for their own.”
“We can considerrr it,” Lit-ta nodded her head, “I’ll passss it on to the sssuperior leaderrr...”
“I guess I didn’t explain it very well,” said I, “it’s not an abstract idea for the future. I want to start right now. I need a perfect reconnaissance ship. I was very impressed with your engines. They’re weaker than our engines, but when they’re working they’re not lowering the ship’s camouflage, which is more than important to a recon ship. I want to prepare a ship with a hybrid propulsion system, more simply, with two engines, yours and ours. Why do you think I asked you to work with the quarg prisoners? I needed information. I wanted to know where the enemy was holding the captured humans and lizards and what they were doing to them. One way or another, I’m gonna get that information out of them, and then I’ll need a ship on which I can get to the right points in the quarg rear without being spotted, and find out everything in detail. Lit-ta, I do not know about you, but we, humans, have lost nearly ten billion prisoners in 20 years of war, if you count not only the soldiers, but also the civilian population of the conquered planets. If any of them are alive, I want them out of there.”
“You want to smuggle billionsss of people and about as many lizzzarrrdsss out of the quarrrg rrrear? But that's impossible...”
“I know a general..., I’ll introduce you someday. Now, he can do almost anything in terms of cargo and passenger transportation, as well as supplying troops with everything they need. You may not believe this, but I don’t know the problems in this area that this man can’t solve within a reasonable time frame.”
“I think I’ll ssstick around forrr a few more daysss,” said Lit-ta after a small pause, “Your people will benefit from my help in extracting the information we need from our captive enemies. And... my ship. I’ll leave it to you, Rrrearrr Admirrral, along with the crrrew and my ssspecialistsss who repaired your crrruiserrr. I’m sssurrre you’ll be able to give me comforrrt aboard yourrr ssship when I go home.”
***
The assistant entered the President’s office as always without a sound.
“Ignat, when will the full English report be ready?” asked Tobolsky.
“Work is still going on, Mr President,” replied the assistant in low voice, “Too much material fell into the hands of our operatives.”
“Tell them I’m not happy with the speed of the work.”
“There aren’t enough people with the right security clearance, Mr President, There’s a lot of information, and it’s never clear in advance what it's level of secrecy is.”
“Anything important found yet?”
“Nothing to respond immediately. But... there’s information on Rear Admiral Lavroff. It’s very ambiguous.”
“More specifically?”
“It’s a report of an illegal investigation that spanned almost his entire life. Most of the data is obtained by illegal means, but we have to admit, this is the work of high quality, both operational and analytical.”
“Did something come up that we didn’t know before?”
“Yes and no, Mr President. The basic facts were known to us, but this report contains details that raise difficult questions. In addition, these materials contain the results of an analysis of Lavroff’s behaviour made by highly qualified psychoanalysts. Their conclusions sound fantastic, but they seem well founded.”
“What do they say?”
“You should see this document in person, Mr President,” said the assistant while sending the file to Tobolsky, “I am not an expert in this matter and I do not wish to distort the substance of the information that we have in our hands.”
For about ten minutes Tobolsky carefully examined the file, then looked up at the assistant.
“The information is classified by level A-O. Lavroff is not touched, I will decide what to do with it.”
“Mr President, don’t you think it’s dangerous to leave Rear Admiral Lavroff with the powers he has now?” The assistant was allowed to ask such questions, moreover, Tobolsky appreciated Ignat for the ability to ask them at the right moment.
“I don’t think so, Ignat. Even if Lavrov is not who we thought he was, he’s not the enemy. This man has already done so much for the Federation that it is foolish to suspect him of harboring any hostile agenda. Had it not been for his actions, I do not even know what the situation on the fronts would be.”
“Such analysis has been carried out, Mr President. Which is why I didn’t report this investigation to you immediately, and I was going to hand it over as part of the final report.”
“And what stopped you?”
“Analysis showed that if Lavroff did not exist, the Solar System would have been captured by the quargs eight months ago.”
***
I escorted Lit-ta to the cabin specially equipped for her aboard battleship Bangui. The guest of honor was to be brought home with maximum comfort and in the shortest possible time, and two more battleships, an aircraft carrier, a dozen destroyers and three 'Invisibles' were assigned as escorts. No one wanted to lose such a valuable ally to the Federation because of some stray squadron of quargs.
“Admirrral,” said Lit-ta in the doorway, showing me her split tongue and sort of accidentally promoting me, “Our sssuperrrior leaderrr loved the idea of a fleet of hybrrrid ssshipsss with mixed crrrewsss. Contact me thrrrough your beaconsss, and I’ll sssend you the expertsss and everrrything you need to grow our ssshipsss.”
Lit-ta flew home, and I went back to Earth, where Jeff and Professor Stein were waiting for me. They just couldn’t wait to dig into the lizard technique. I’ve given them the task of creating a hybrid reconnaissance ship from Kruger 60, as soon as I heard from security specialists that the information I needed was starting to be collected in their database.
The heads of the captive quargs whom we managed to remove the block were a complete mess. The craftsman who twisted their brains out knew his business. The most important information to us has been destroyed in the quargs' memory in the first place. They didn’t get senile or become something like a vegetable. The functions of the brain, which are responsible for everyday activities, have not been disrupted. Short-term memory also functioned well, but in long-term memory, it was as if a tornado had passed through, not tearing everything down, but selectively destroying what was needed.
But there was something left, the process of information self-destruction did not always get started in time to get to the end.
It seems that information about the captured humans and the lizards was considered important enough by the block developer, moreover, this information was not available to all prisoners. But when we successfully removed over a thousand blocks, and the security officers were already struggling to move with fatigue, constantly in
terrogating more prisoners, something started to emerge.
“Rear Admiral, Sir,” Major Karjalainen has contacted me via hypercommunication, it was the same officer from the Department of Defense Internal Security who was investigating the trap that was set up for us by Global Weapon Industries' lobbyists during the Gliese 338 operation. He was a Senior Lieutenant at the time, but apparently that investigation helped his career.
“I’ve been ordered to send you an information packet on the possible locations of the prisoners and lizards in the quarg rear,” my tablet vibrated announcing the receipt of the file, “As a direct participant in the interrogation of prisoners, I may add that the information is incomplete and quite contradictory,” continued Karjalainen, “It appeared that they were places of temporary detention, but they had been in operation for many years. What’s going on out there, none of the prisoners know or remember because of the memory loss.”
“Thank you, Major, you’ve been very helpful, tell me how the quargs have behaved after the removal of the block?”
“They behave very differently, Rear Admiral, Sir. Some of them don’t talk, and then we have to use chemicals. Others speak for themselves, sometimes without even waiting for questions. There have been four cases in which the quargs have volunteered to help us and have expressed their willingness to cooperate if this would help to remove the blocks of other prisoners.”
“Who gave them these blocks?”
“Their authorities. This is done in special centres, which are quite numerous throughout the territory of the quargs. The block needs to be renewed every ten years, otherwise it kills the host. They told me why it was done. If a quarg deviates from the correct behavior, the blocks of such a quarg and his whole family are not renewed. Surrender is also considered to be a deviation, with all the consequences, if it becomes known. Therefore, quargs surrender only when they realize that the information will not reach their superiors.”
“The blocks are for ordinary quargs only?”
“No. All the prisoners have them, and many of them are officers, but they’re not above the average of a major.”
“Thank you, Major, I look forward to the completion of your work.”
“Rear Admiral, Sir, if we learn anything of real importance, I will contact you immediately. The order to keep you informed comes directly from our Chief.”
***
As we flew to Earth, I had time to think about the situation. A lot of things have happened recently, so it was clearly necessary to think them over carefully. Despite the seemingly good overall picture, I didn’t feel comfortable. There's been too many unknowns in this equation called the war on the quargs.
I tried to analyze what was most haunting me. First of all, I didn’t like the calm on the front lines. There were no preconditions for it. Of course, our encounter with the lizards and the collapse of the quargs' capture of another star system of reptiles could not be pleasant news for the enemy, but these events were not catastrophic for the quargs, at least in the short term.
Our recon ships have been snooping around the outskirts of the quarg rear systems, not too afraid of the mass detectors that the enemy has been actively using in recent months to defend their possessions against the sudden attacks of our ships. The recon ships could feel relatively secure, as the mass detector network could only detect ships larger than the destroyer. However, our intelligence has seen nothing extraordinary. Although the scouts did not venture into the central parts of the star systems because they were patrolled too tightly, and unmanned reconnaissance probes, even those launched from a long distance, were usually intercepted by the quargs before they could gather and transmit the necessary information.
Every day, I grew confident that the enemy was preparing something big and unexpected that could make us all very sick.
The second thing that was of no less concern to me was our failure in the Delta Trianguli system. I am not saying that we failed, but we did not achieve the planned result. The quargs have found truly effective means to combat the drone torpedoes. Of course, the torpedoes remained a formidable weapon, but they could no longer give us a decisive advantage, because too many of them were destroyed as a result of employment of unmanned scanner networks and the massive use of pursuit planes to shield heavy ships from a torpedo strike. And the enemy battleships and cruisers themselves have become different. The density of anti-aircraft weapons tripled, making heavy enemy ships difficult targets for torpedoes. It was time to bring something new to the stage that could make up for the shortfall seen in the number of battleships in the Federation Fleet, especially those like Titan. We have not yet learned how to build such ships. In this regard, I had some hopes for cooperation with the lizards, but we haven’t even started it yet, and the fleet desperately needed to replenish the heavy ships now, already yesterday.
The Federation industry has not been able to make up for the shortage of ships quickly. The recent Tobolsky's Decree on Enhancing the Role of the State in the Management of the Military Industrial Complex was only the first step towards the militarization of the economy, but we still had a long and arduous road ahead, and the results were urgently needed.
The only thing that could be done relatively quickly was to increase the production of rather simple 'Invisibles', drone torpedoes and unmanned pursuit planes, hoping to solve the problem if not by improving product quality then at least by increasing the quantity of products. At the same time, these ships needed commanders capable of responding flexibly to frequent changes in the environment that forced constant modification in the tactics of using drone torpedoes.
Stein’s call caught me before the last jump to the Solar system.
“Igor, I have good news,” the Professor smiled, “a prototype of a full-size transport ring is almost ready. We can start testing in a couple of days. It is true that we have not yet managed to overcome the limitations of the range, but everything is much better regarding the size and mass of the object being transferred. We’ll try to transfer a small recon ship. What’s wrong, Igor? You don’t seem happy with my message.”
“I'm happy, professor,” I forced a smile, “You guys are great, and I’m proud to have people like that working with me. We just don’t have time. Something’s about to happen. Do you remember what I said when I told you about the ten superbattleships almost completed by the quargs? I said at the time that it was a sure defeat for our fleet and I could feel the threat looming over us. Now I’m feeling something similar, but the difference is, I don’t know what’s coming over us. I urgently need a reconnaissance ship capable of penetrating the central areas of enemy star systems without being detected, but what we need now even more, that's a transport ring capable of passing battleships and large troop transports through itself. The quargs outnumber us in quantity of ships, especially of heavy ships. The only thing to counter the quarg fleet supremacy is the previously impossible mobility of our fleet, which will allow us to be everywhere and nowhere, to concentrate all our forces at the right point for a powerful strike and to respond just as quickly to emerging threats, moving ships instantly to the systems under attack. But we can only do that with transport rings.”
The word 'hyperportal' somehow did not take hold among scientists and officers of the Federation. No one remembers who first called it a transport ring, but the term was well established and no one has called our new development any different.
“Igor, nothing is impossible in what you say,” Stein said after some thought. “We are ready to speed up the work, but we need to significantly increase staff, equipment and, of course, funding. We’re already working on a reconnaissance ship, but we can’t begin to integrate allies' technology into its design until you and the lizard ship arrive in the Solar System.”
“Ivan Gerkhardovich, please prepare a list of everything necessary to speed up the work by the time I arrive. The rest is my concern. But don’t forget, in about a month, a group of ships will arrive from the Allies with their scientists, engineers an
d military specialists, and with a large supply of the substance from which they grow all their products. We’re going to build hybrid ships using technology from both races, not recon ships anymore, but battleships and aircraft carriers, and our department will be directly involved in the process.”
“Chief Engineer Jeff will be thrilled,” grinned the Professor, “if, of course, he survives after giving this good news to Lieutenant Yakovleva.”
***
The Minister of Defense frowned at me, looking up from the tablet.
“Rear Admiral, this is getting out of hand.”
“I agree, Mr Minister, this is an intolerable amount of insolence and defiance of all the bases of the chain of command. Except... I’m afraid we’re too late anyway.”
“Well, you stopped paying attention to chain of command when you were a captain, or maybe even before, I just don’t know, I guess. But do you have any idea what you’ve done this time? The authorized representatives of the Federation conducted the most difficult official negotiations with the Allies for ten days, they were building up a system of taking into account the interests of each party, a scheme of mutual balances that gave the system sustainability, they were preparing a package of proposals for the Lizard ruler. The reptiles, for their part, were also working hard on the subject and politely bargaining. To the mutual satisfaction of the parties, a consensus seemed to be emerging. And then Rear Admiral Lavroff came, snatched the main lizard from the diplomatic residence, took her arm, I beg your pardon, her fore limb, dragged her off to Kruger 60, whatever the hell he was doing with her there, only to give security notice after the fact, and then casually negotiated a hybrid warship fleet with mixed crews. And all of this without any kind of coordination with anyone. Are you in the army, Rear Admiral, or do we have an anarchist fellowship here?”
“My faults are heavy indeed, Mr Minister, I admit it. I'm ready to carry out any punishment, including demotion to private and dispatch to Kapteyn to patrol the desert, but I’m asking you to read my report carefully, forgetting for a while about the scoundrel Lavroff.”