False Colors wc-7

by William R. Forstchen

  ‘There were some other things we were developing,“ he said softly, ”other things that at times I’m not really sure of, but they would never have been ready in time.“

  “Such as?” Richard’s asked casually.

  Tolwyn looked up, smiled and shook his head. “On hold now, so of no consequence unless they might be needed later on.”

  That made Bondarevsky frown again. It seemed so out of character for Geoff Tolwyn, one of the most decent men he’d ever met, to be involved in a project that would have led to mass genocide. Behemoth, a massive weapons platform designed to destroy an entire planet, would have killed countless noncombatants on Kilrah if it had been unleashed. The Temblor Bomb had done the same thing in the end, but that had been the brainchild of General James “Paladin” Taggart of Special Operations, an outfit that fought under the unofficial motto “Any Path to Victory.” Tolwyn had always seemed more like a gentlemanly officer of the old school, willing to do what had to be done to win, but always trying to stay on the right side of the line that marked the difference between civilized warfare and mere slaughter.

  “Well, Geoff, you’re past all that now,” Richards said softly. “You’ve got a new start to look forward to out in the Landreich.”

  “I thought I saw in the news, sir, that you didn’t take retirement,” Bondarevsky ventured, feeling unsure of himself. It was awkward trying to make small talk with Admiral Tolwyn. The man had been his mentor and patron for years…but he’d also committed some terrible blunders lately, and it was hard to know which of his two sides he was talking to now. “Did you change your mind?”

  Tolwyn shook his head. “Not exactly. I’m officially still on the Admiral’s List, but it’s been made very clear that I’m not likely to see so much as a Supply Depot command for the foreseeable future. I’m on an extended leave, as it were…very extended. And free to take up other positions, so long as I’m available if our lords and masters should suddenly decide I’d be useful. I feel like a fighting Admiral after Napoleon was defeated, beached on half-pay.”

  “Don’t you figure that’s just what they’ll do, if they hear you’re heading out to Landreich?” Richards demanded. “You’ve made a lot of enemies over the years, Geoff, and you could be handing them the perfect opportunity to land you in some real trouble.”

  Tolwyn shook his head. “Not bloody likely,” he said. “First off, I’ve accumulated enough leave that I can take my time coming back even if I do get orders to report. But the fact is, even the ones who’re out for my blood will be just as happy to see the back of me.” He gave a quiet sigh. “I’m just not that important any more, Vance. I spent all my clout on Behemoth, and then I blew it.”

  “Then you should make the break final and resign, Geoff,” Richards told him. “Come out to the Landreich and get a brand new start in life.”

  “You know me, Vance,” Tolwyn said. His broad, weathered face had the stubborn expression Bondarevsky had seen a dozen times in the middle of a battle, the look of a man determined to see it through his way or not at all. “I like to keep my options open. Right now there’s nothing to tie me to the Confederation. I’m as effectively retired as I would be if I’d sent my papers in. But some day things could be different…” and his voice trailed off.

  “So you’re telling me you’re still not really committing to the FRLN, is that it?” Richards’ voice held a note of irritation. “Kruger isn’t going to be happy, Geoff. He doesn’t like people with divided loyalties.”

  “Well, he doesn’t have to like me,” Tolwyn said. “But that’s the only way I come aboard, Vance. If you guys really want me, those are the terms. I won’t run out on you when you need me…but I have to be able to keep my options open. I’m still loyal to the Confederation. Someday there might be something I can do to make up for what happened with Behemoth, and I aim to be able to be there for it.”

  Richards shrugged. “If that’s the way you want it, Geoff,” he said. “I just wish I understood what it is you think is going to change around here.”

  Tolwyn gave him a tight-lipped smile. “You’re the intelligence man, Vance. You find out, and I’ll tell you if you’ve got it right.”

  Bondarevsky looked from Richards to Tolwyn, sensing the strong undercurrent of unspoken thoughts and emotions. He agreed with Richards…he wished he knew what it was that Tolwyn was holding back. After the Behemoth disaster, he was worried about Tolwyn s possible performance. His management of that last campaign had been a poor job compared to the operations Bondarevsky had seen him involved in previously. If he’d lost his edge, would he be able to get it back? And how did his secret plans for the future enter into it all?

  As if aware of the younger man’s scrutiny, Tolwyn turned to meet his gaze with ice-blue eyes. “You’re quiet, Mr. Bondarevsky,” he remarked. “How much do you know about the situation out in the Landreich?”

  “Not much, sir,” he said. “I’ve learned to take the news reports with enough salt to fill up a hangar deck, but aside from a few dark hints from Admiral Richards I can’t say I really know what’s going on out there…or how we’re supposed to be a part of it all.”

  “You’re smart to ignore TNC, at least,” Richards commented. “Did you catch that report by Barbara Miles last night?”

  “The pirate raid story?” Tolwyn asked.

  “Yeah.” When Bondarevsky shook his head Richards leaned forward in his chair with an intense frown creasing his forehead. “According to the news channels, there was an attack on Ilios last week. Heavy casualties in the district of Dardania, property destroyed, several industrial centers put out of operation for weeks, maybe months. All very deplorable.” His frown deepened. “And it’s true, too…except that what they described as a ‘pirate raid’ was actually an attack by Kilrathi operating out of the Hralgkrak Province. We have proof, damn it, and we’ve shown it to the Confederation ambassador and sent details to the Joint Chiefs and the Office of Confederation Security and the goddamned Confederation Peace Commission. But they’ve passed the word to TNC news to play up this ‘pirate’ angle, and the Kilrathi don’t get into the reports at all.”

  “You told me once that you’ve had some real pirate problems, too,” Tolwyn said. He shifted in his chair. “I suppose there’s just enough truth in their stories so that they can justify their position. And they’ll tell you it’s no good rocking the boat with the Kilrathi, or some such. Right? They’ve staked everything on the Treaty. If anyone outside the government got the idea that the whole Treaty was virtually a dead letter, the President wouldn’t stand a chance. I doubt he’d get the luxury of impeachment proceedings.”

  “Maybe so,” said Richards. “But Ilios was the most recent colony to join the Landreich. And it’s one of our leading industrial worlds. Damn it, Geoff, things are getting serious out there. Except for a couple of raids back and forth, the Cats never saw any reason to press the attack against us. Our stretch of the frontier was too far away to be important to the main course of the war. But now that the Confederation’s knocked out Kilrah, independent clans all through Cat space are striking out on their own-and their side of the frontier is as fresh and untouched as ours. Which means they have the strength to be a real threat, and they see the Landreich as easy pickings without the Confederation to back our play.”

  “So some Cat clan chief is playing at empire-building,” Bondarevsky said. “And he’s chosen the Landreich to be his first big conquest.”

  “Exactly,” Richards said. “We’re pretty sure the Haka Clan is behind the troubles we’ve been having. Ukar dai Ragark, the Governor of Hralgkrak, was no friend to Thrakhath and the Emperor when they were alive. He owed his particular position at the edge of nowhere to the fact that he was openly critical of the way Thrakhath conducted the Battle of Earth. Now that they’re dead he’s been turning up the propaganda to claim that the Empire only lost in the end because of incompetence and cowardice in the Imperial Palace.”

  “ ‘We were stabbed in the back,’ ” B
ondarevsky said.

  “What’s that?” Tolwyn asked.

  “Just a line out of the history books,” he answered. He glanced over at Richards. “After World War I…the argument Hitler used to rally Germany behind his call for a new government that would restore the country’s greatness.”

  “That’s just about the line Ragark is taking,” Richards said. “And pretty damn successfully, too, according to the reports we’ve been seeing. Ragark has a fair-sized battle fleet, plenty of ships that didn’t see much combat action during the war. Fortunately they’re mostly about the same as what we have in the Landreich, older ships that weren’t good enough for Thrakhath’s command. But they’re enough to give Ragark some muscle, and I he’s set himself up as the warlord who can give the

  Kilrathi something to replace what they lost with Kilrah, a new spirit of victory. It’s even taking on religious overtones… Kilrah perished because the Emperor lost touch with the old ways, the Word of the Codices, all that. It’s powerful stuff…and with neither an Emperor nor a homeworld, a lot of Kilrathi are eating it up.“

  Bondarevsky looked down at the tabletop for a long moment. “Something doesn’t make sense, though,” he said. “Why should the government shift the blame to human pirates? I mean, all our dealings have been with Melek, haven’t they? He formed the caretaker government after Kilrah was destroyed and negotiated the treaty afterwards. Why can’t the Confederation take action against this Ragark as a renegade Kilrathi?”

  “Who knows what goes through the minds of those bastards?” Richards said with a shrug. “Could be they’re afraid the great unwashed masses can’t tell a good Cat from a bad Cat. Lord knows the propaganda effort for the past few decades has certainly been devoted to peddling the message that the only good Cat is a dead one. Hell, our one genuine Cat hero turned out to be a traitor in the end.“

  Bondarevsky saw a spasm of emotion pass over Tolwyn’s face. Ralgha nar Hhalles, the Kilrathi pilot who had joined the Confederation years ago, had been the spy who betrayed the secrets of the Behemoth to the enemy. And Tolwyn had trusted the renegade completely…

  “I think it goes deeper than that,” Tolwyn said quietly. “I think there are elements in the Confederation who would be quite pleased to see a Kilrathi warlord absorb the Landreich.”

  Richards gave him a look. “Now, Geoff, you know I’m no fan of the government. But, come on! You don’t really think they’re setting us up deliberately?”

  “Well…maybe not,” Tolwyn said, but he had that stubborn look again. “But you have to admit that the way things are going there’s not much chance of Confederation intervention out in your stretch of space. And I’ve seen the same intelligence estimates you have, Vance. Ragark’s forces can gobble up the Landreich for breakfast once he gets moving. The only thing that’s likely to save your hides right now is the Cats’ lack of cohesion without the Imperial system directing things. So whether it’s deliberate or not, I’d say you’ve got plenty to worry about.”

  “We’ve got plenty to worry about,” Richards corrected him. “We’re in this thing together…unless you’re backing out after all.”

  “I’m with you, Vance,” Tolwyn snapped. “I’ve got just as many good reasons for wanting to help the Landreich as you do. Maybe one or two more.”

  There was an awkward moment of silence as the two strong-willed admirals regarded one another thoughtfully. Bondarevsky took the opportunity to change the subject.

  “Couldn’t you take your evidence straight to the people, Admiral?” he asked Richards. “Let them know about the Kilrathi involvement? Surely the Confederation government doesn’t control every news channel.”

  “Maybe not all of them, but all the ones that matter, son,” Richards told him gruffly. “And at any rate, the propaganda effort’s being stepped up against us, lately, too. We’re agitators, troublemakers, a threat to the success of the Treaty. When we complain about Kilrathi violations, we’re simply trying to stir up trouble on the border. If we take any kind of aggressive action ourselves we’re deliberately provoking an interstellar incident. So any evidence we presented would be discredited as a fabrication before the report was off the air.”

  “Then what’s Kruger planning?” Tolwyn asked.

  “What you’d expect from Old Max,” Richards told him with a grin. “He’s going to take the bull by the horns. Fight the Cats with everything he’s got, carry the war across the frontier into Ragark’s territory if he has to…anything he needs to do to keep them off-balance until the Landreich can deal with them. And Confederation protests be damned.”

  “But if this Ragark’s naval force is so much better than what the Landreich has, how can Kruger hope to fight and win?” Bondarevsky fixed a questioning stare on Richards. “Even Kruger’s not crazy enough to buck the odds if the outcome’s certain defeat.”

  “Well, he’s building up the Navy as fast as he can. We’ve been buying up every warship we can get our hands on as fast as the Confed decommissions them. We’ve got an experienced team of salvage experts working on each ship as it comes in. And we’re recruiting officers who can make a difference…in case you hadn’t noticed.”

  “It isn’t much, sir,” Bondarevsky said, frowning.

  “Old Max has some other schemes in hand, son,” Richards told him. “Believe me, we’re going to hand out some surprises. You’ll find out more once we get to Landreich. Max’d skin me alive if I let out any of his little secrets, especially here. You know what he thinks of the Confederation.”

  “Kruger always plays things close to his chest,” Tolwyn said. “But whatever he has in mind, it isn’t likely to be easy…or safe. You know, don’t you, Jason, that this campaign’s going to be dicey. Maybe more dangerous than anything you’ve been in before…and you were in a couple of the worst fights the Confederation faced. I hope, when everything’s said and done, that you won’t hold anything against me.”

  “Against you, sir?” For a moment, Bondarevsky thought Tolwyn was referring to the Behemoth battle and the wounds he’d suffered aboard Coventry, but Richards quickly set him right.

  “Didn’t you know, son?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “It was Geoff here who first brought your name up as a possible recruit. Max and I both liked the idea, of course, but we wouldn’t have even known you were available if he hadn’t suggested you be brought aboard.” He raised his glass. “So…here’s to comrades in arms.”

  “May we all gather together again when the fighting’s done,” Tolwyn added, touching his own glass to Richards‘.

  As Jason Bondarevsky silently joined in the toast he wondered just how much chance there might be of Tolwyn’s wish coming true. Facing a powerful new enemy on Mankind’s most distant frontier, outnumbered and without Confederation backing, this time it didn’t look like there was much hope of coming out alive.

  But at least he could go out fighting, doing something positive instead of wasting away, one more retired hero in a society that didn’t want his kind reminding them of the dangers they’d so recently faced.

  Bondarevsky found himself looking forward to a chance-any chance-to see action once more.

  Warrior’s Hall, Brajakh

  Kar Baka Kar, Baka Kar System

  1855 hours (CST), 2670.277

  “The last one is here, Lord Haka.”

  Ukar dai Ragark lak Haka turned from his contemplation of the scene outside the window to return his young aide’s arm-to-chest salute. “Very good, Nerrag. I will be there shortly. See to the refreshments.”

  “Yes, my Lord.” Nerrag jaq Rhang saluted again and hastened to the door. As the young officer left him alone, Ragark permitted himself a brief baring of his fangs. How they all feared him!

  He turned back to look out the window again, savoring the thought of eight-eights of the fleet’s senior officers kept waiting for his arrival in the chamber below. In the days of Thrakhath and his idiot grandfather the Haka hrai had been in disfavor, and Ragark had been forced to lead by compromise,
conciliation, and petty chaffering with other leaders whose status might be lower but whose favor in the eyes of the Imperial Court made them too powerful to ignore or overawe. Now the Emperor and his heir were dead, and Ukar dai Ragark ruled his province of the Empire with unbreakable talons.

  Power at last. After too many eights of years the Haka Clan had the power it deserved… Ragark had the power he deserved. With the Imperial Family gone, the clans would start the age-old scramble for control all over again, and this time the Haka would be poised to win the Imperial Throne itself.

  To think that there were religious-minded fools who believed the loss of Kilrah meant the end of the Kilrathi as a people! The Kilrathi had traveled the stars when the dirty apes of Terra had lived in wattle-and-daub houses and fought with blunt-edged weapons. They were the rightful inheritors, not of a single world but of the entire Empire, and if orange Kilrah was gone, they could make any world the new hub of a glorious imperial state. This one, now…he had viewed Baka Kar as a place of exile when Thrakhath had “awarded” him the governorship of Hralgkrak, but it would make a suitable capitol for the Haka Dynasty.

  The view through the window showed him a world not unlike Kilrah. The vegetation was a deep purple, rather than the red-brown of Home, but the jungles that surrounded Brajakh Kar-the Fortress of the Dark-were just as lush and full of game. The planet was an old colony, with everything needed to be self-sufficient…and it was the center of a province of eight-eights of other worlds all replete with the resources to fuel his lunge to destiny.