Conquerors' Legacy

by Timothy Zahn

They knew better now. The Human-Conquerors had allies in this war. Terrible, dangerous allies.

  The Yycromae.

  Supreme Warrior Commander Prm-jevev stepped over from his quiet consultation with the Elders. "We can do it," he told the Prime. "It'll mean stripping warships away from some of the beachheads, but we can put together a quick-strike assault fleet."

  "Which beachheads?" the Prime asked.

  "We'll take three of the five ships currently at Massif," Prm-jevev said, consulting his list. "Plus four of the six at Pasdoufat-those are already on their way. One of the three at Kalevala, and three of the four at Dorcas."

  The Prime felt his tail twitch. Dorcas. The young searcher Thrr-gilag was on his way to that world, at the Prime's private request. "You're only leaving one at Dorcas?"

  "Yes," the Supreme Commander grunted. "And only because that particular ship isn't in any shape to fly or fight. If the technics can repair it before the Phormbi attack, I'll pull it out, too. Why? Is Dorcas a problem?"

  "I suppose not," the Prime said reluctantly. It probably didn't matter whether or not Thrr-gilag's proposed biochemical tests on the Human-Conqueror prisoner turned up anything. Matters were moving too fast now for that.

  And there was certainly no reason to tie up precious resources at insignificant beachheads like Dorcas now that they knew they'd failed to trap any of the CIRCE components. "What do you think of the Mrachani plan?" he asked the Supreme Commander.

  "I suppose it makes sense," the other said. "I agree with Valloittaja that knocking out the Human-Conqueror surveillance center on Phormbi should definitely be the first strike."

  "Assuming Valloittaja's data on the range of these Human-Conqueror ship detectors is accurate," the Prime said.

  "Assuming that, of course," Prm-jevev growled. "I'll want hard numbers on that before I'll commit my warships to any attack."

  The Prime nodded, studying the map. "We may also want to request further confirmation that these are indeed the correct locations for the Phormbi bases."

  "Most definitely," Prm-jevev agreed. "Searcher Nzz-oonaz is far too willing to take the Mrachanis' word for everything, in my opinion."

  "Interesting," the Prime murmured. "I've been thinking the same thing. Do you suppose the Mrachanis could be using something on them?"

  "Chemicals?" Prm-jevev asked doubtfully. "Would they know enough yet about our biophysiology to know what they could safely use?"

  "I don't know. No, probably not," the Prime conceded.

  "Still, it wouldn't hurt to mention the possibility to Nzz-oonaz," the Supreme Commander said. "If they aren't using chemicals now, there's no guarantee they won't in the future."

  "True," the Prime agreed. "Whom have you chosen to command the attack force?"

  Prm-jevev flicked his tongue. "Actually, I thought I'd take a flash-ship out to Mrachani space and take command myself."

  The Prime frowned. "Isn't that rather unusual?"

  "It is, but it shouldn't be," the Supreme Commander said flatly. "After all, Warrior Command is supposed to be made up of the best warriors in the eighteen worlds."

  "Yet your expertise would be temporarily lost to us if you're raised to Eldership," the Prime pointed out. "The anchoring shock at such a distance is deep and profound. You could be twisted uselessly for many fullarcs."

  "I admit it's a risk," the Supreme Commander agreed. "But it's also a risk to try to run a battle from here with only Elder reports to tell me what's going on. There's no substitute for seeing something with your own eyes." He grimaced. "Besides, if the Mrachanis are lying about any of this, I want to know about it."

  An Elder appeared. "Searcher Nzz-oonaz and the others have reached theClosed Mouth" he reported. "They're going inside. Several Mrachani are loitering in the area."

  Hoping to learn something about the miraculous Zhirrzh interstar communication method, no doubt. Well, they could poke around all they wanted. Any microphones the Mrachanis might have trained on theClosed Mouth would be unable to pick up the Elders' voices; and the delegation had already been instructed to gather around one of the ship's cookstoves while they held their conferences with Oaccanv. If the Mrachanis wanted to steal it and take it apart, they were welcome to do that, too. "I presume we'll tell Searcher Nzz-oonaz to conditionally accept the Mrachanis' proposal," he said.

  "Yes," Prm-jevev said. "At least the first part, the attack on Phormbi. We'll need more time to pull together the ships necessary for an attack on Earth."

  "Yes," the Prime murmured. An attack on the Human-Conqueror surveillance center would tie up a lot of warships. Warships no longer in prime combat readiness; warships that the precariously stretched Zhirrzh forces could hardly spare. But they had no choice. With the Human-Conquerors in the process of assembling CIRCE, the only course of action left to Warrior Command was to hit them as quickly and aggressively as possible. "How soon?" he asked Prm-jevev.

  "Depends on how quickly the warships can be brought together and prepared for full combat," the Supreme Commander said. "Two fullarcs, perhaps three. Do I have your permission to personally command the attack?"

  "I trust your experience with that decision," the Prime said. "Do what you feel necessary."

  Prm-jevev bowed in old-world Cakk'rr style. "Thank you, Overclan Prime. I'll leave as soon as this conference is over."

  In front of them an Elder appeared. " 'This is Searcher Nzz-oonaz, speaking from the planet Mra,' " he quoted. " 'I wish to speak to the Overclan Prime.' "

  The Prime smiled tightly. Nzz-oonaz, playing his half of the charade for the Mrachanis' benefit. Valloittaja, he suspected, would be astonished to find out how these communications were actually being carried out.

  On some future fullarc they would tell him. But not yet. De facto allies they might be, but there was still something about the Mrachanis he didn't quite trust. "This is the Overclan Prime," he said to the Elder, playing the other half of the game. "Speak, Searcher Nzz-oonaz."

  11

  "You must understand the terrible danger we are all in," the Mrach called Lahettilas said, his voice low and earnest. "You, the Zhirrzh, and we, the Mrachanis. The Conquerors Without Reason have a terrifying device that they plan to use against us."

  "Yes, I know," Thrr-gilag said. "The one they call CIRCE."

  It seemed to him that Lahettilas's expression twitched at the weapon's name. "Yes," the Mrachani said eagerly. "Yes, indeed. We have been trying to warn your warriors about it, but no one would listen."

  "There was no need," Thrr-gilag said. "We know all about CIRCE."

  The Mrachani's eyes narrowed. "Really. Then why would your warriors not discuss it with us?"

  "The reasons are unimportant," Thrr-gilag said, trying to put some official loftiness into his voice, the sort that discouraged further questions. This conversation was supposedly a private one, with only Warrior Command's designated Elders listening in, but that didn't mean some of the base's other Elders weren't privately eavesdropping. And while the Overclan Prime had given Thrr-gilag permission to talk to the Mrachanis about CIRCE, he'd also made it clear that the details of the weapon were still to be kept secret. "What is important right now is to discuss what the Mrachanis suggest we do about the threat."

  The Mrachani blinked. "We must form an alliance, of course," he said, as if that were obvious. "Only together can we hope to defeat the Conquerors Without Reason."

  "I see," Thrr-gilag said. "What would the Mrachanis bring to such an alliance?"

  The second Mrachani, who up to now had been silent, took a step away from the wall where he'd been inconspicuously standing. "We can provide information," he said. "You fight valiantly against the Conquerors Without Reason; but you seem as yet unaware of an equally great danger lurking in the darkness. The Conquerors Without Reason have allies. Vicious, dangerous aliens called the Yycromae."

  Thrr-gilag frowned. The Yycromae had been listed on the maps of Human space that Warrior Command had created. They held four main star systems, if he remember
ed correctly, grouped together at one edge of Human space. But the impression he'd gotten from the captured recorder's information- "I thought they were merely another conquered race," he said.

  "That is what they wish you to believe," the second Mrachani said bitterly. "I urge you not to make the fatal mistake of believing that lie."

  The acrid taste of dread flowed over Thrr-gilag's tongue. A new threat, as dangerous as the Humans? "Yet they have only four worlds," he reminded Lahettilas, struggling to keep his growing fear from poisoning his reasoning. "How dangerous can they be?"

  "How dangerous would four worlds of the Zhirrzh be?" Lahettilas retorted. "You refuse to believe us at the risk of your people, Searcher Thrr-gilag."

  "I'm not refusing to believe you," Thrr-gilag protested, feeling himself floundering a little. "I simply need some proof that-"

  "Proof?" Lahettilas cut him off, his voice oozing with scorn. "What proof would you choose, Searcher Thrr-gilag? An attack by Yycroman warships at the flanks of your forces? The sudden destruction of all the warships orbiting over Dorcas? Or would you prefer a devastating attack on the Zhirrzh homeworld?"

  "No, of course not," Thrr-gilag said, his tongue flicking nervously. "Could the Yycromae really do that?"

  "Not yet," the second Mrachani said darkly. "They have been taken off guard by the strength of the Zhirrzh, as have the Conquerors Without Reason. But that will change." He jabbed a finger toward Thrr-gilag. "If you allow them time."

  "Yes," Thrr-gilag said, taking an involuntary step backward. The Mrachani's bearing was suddenly very intimidating. Or perhaps it was the underlying menace in his words. "I will pass your words on to our leaders."

  "Do so quickly." Lahettilas cocked his head to the side, studying Thrr-gilag's face. "If, that is, you intend to do so at all," he added, the edge of scorn back in his voice.

  "Of course," Thrr-gilag said, fighting back the taste of irritation as it edged through his dark fears. He'd said he would speak to the Overclan Prime-how dare this alien doubt his word? "I'll be back again soon."

  "We will await your return," Lahettilas said softly. "If you value the lives of your people, do not make the delay long."

  Thrr-mezaz was waiting outside when Thrr-gilag emerged from the Mrachanis' house. "How did it go?" he asked as they headed off across the landing field toward the beachhead command center.

  "Not particularly pleasantly," Thrr-gilag said. The sunshine flooding down through the cloudless Dorcas sky seemed somehow darker now than it had been when he'd gone inside. "Rather frightening, if you want the truth."

  "Are they still insisting we take them to Oaccanv to meet with Warrior Command?"

  "They weren't insisting on that with me," Thrr-gilag said, wondering how much of the conversation he should share with his brother. The Overclan Prime had given him permission to tell Thrr-mezaz about CIRCE, but only if absolutely necessary. "Mostly they were warning me that the Humans have taken on allies."

  Thrr-mezaz flicked his tongue. "The Yycromae?"

  "Yes," Thrr-gilag said, frowning at him. "How did you hear about that?"

  "The word came down from Warrior Command this premidarc," Thrr-mezaz told him. "Apparently the Mrachanis on Mra have been warning Nzz-oonaz about them, too."

  "Really," Thrr-gilag said. "Interesting."

  "How so?"

  "I don't know," Thrr-gilag said slowly. "It just feels odd, somehow. If these Yycromae are so warlike and dangerous, why haven't we seen them in combat yet? For that matter, why didn't that captured Human recorder identify them as Human allies?"

  "Maybe a deliberate lie on the Human-Conquerors' part," Thrr-mezaz suggested.

  "Or else it's the Mrachanis who are lying," Thrr-gilag countered. "I still don't trust them."

  "Frankly, I don't either," Thrr-mezaz said. "But Warrior Command seems to feel differently."

  "Meaning?"

  "Meaning they've apparently decided on an attack against the Yycromae," Thrr-mezaz said. "Supreme Ship Commander Dkll-kumvit has been ordered to head immediately to a rendezvous point in Mrachani space." His tongue flicked. "Taking our encirclement warships with him."

  Thrr-gilag felt his tail twitch. "All of them?"

  "All except theRequisite," Thrr-mezaz said, flicking his tongue again. "Which hardly counts as a ship, considering it no longer has a functioning drive. Unless the Human-Conquerors are considerate enough to fly into combat range, it's effectively useless."

  Thrr-gilag glanced up at the sky. "I don't like the sound of that."

  "Join the group," Thrr-mezaz said sourly. "If they're going to abandon Dorcas, I wish they'd do a clean job of it. Leaving us down here to get raised to Eldership at the Human-Conquerors' leisure is nothing but a waste of good warriors." Thrr-gilag flicked his tongue in a grimace. "Except that they can't afford to abandon Dorcas. Not with-"

  He stopped. "Something having to do with that underground room?" Thrr-mezaz asked.

  Thrr-gilag sighed. "I think so, yes," he said. "I think there may be something in there the Humans want. Something we can't afford to let them have."

  "Interesting," Thrr-mezaz said thoughtfully. "How big would this something be?"

  "No idea. Why?"

  "Because they had full access to the room for nearly four tentharcs before pulling back to their mountain stronghold," Thrr-mezaz said. "As far as we could tell, they didn't take anything at all out of it."

  Thrr-gilag frowned at him. "Are you sure?"

  "I've had the Elders monitoring the entrance since the beat we located the place," Thrr-mezaz said. "Two separate Human-Conqueror warrior teams went inside during those four tentharcs. Neither group brought anything out."

  "Interesting indeed," Thrr-gilag agreed. From everything he'd heard about the underground chamber and the Human warriors' attempts to get to it, he would have bet his ownfsss that one of the CIRCE components was hidden there. But if so, why hadn't they taken it back to their stronghold? Too big to move? "And now they've just abandoned the area?"

  "They've pulled back," Thrr-mezaz corrected. "That doesn't mean they wouldn't come down on us again if I tried sending in more Zhirrzh warriors. As long as any of those Copperhead aircraft are flying, I'm not trying it."

  "They're that dangerous?"

  "More than you'd believe," Thrr-mezaz said grimly. "They destroyed a complete ground defense laser and raised eight of my warriors to Eldership. Still, it could have been worse. They let the search team leave unharmed, Klnn-dawan-a among them."

  Thrr-gilag stopped short, staring at his brother. "You sent Klnn-dawan-a into a combat zone?" he demanded. "What in the eighteen worlds-?"

  "She's an expert in alien cultures," Thrr-mezaz snapped back, "and she insisted on going. And I've already had my fill of criticism about it, thank you, from every Dhaa'rr who has access to my Elders. From Speaker Cvv-panav on down."

  Thrr-gilag grimaced. "I'm sorry. You're right, of course-Klnn-dawan-awould insist on going to take a look at such a place."

  "Just as she insisted on taking the tissue samples you wanted while you talked to the Mrachanis," Thrr-mezaz said. "Come on, let's see if she's finished."

  The Human prisoner was lying stretched out on the examination table in the medical room, his arms and legs securely fastened down, his face set in expressionless lines as he gazed straight up at the ceiling. Beside him, Klnn-dawan-a was just withdrawing a sampling needle from the skin of his lower torso. Standing on either side of his head, two armed warriors stood ready for trouble, both looking just slightly queasy as they watched Klnn-dawan-a work. At floor level, out of the Human's line of sight, three Elders were also keeping watch. "Finished?" Thrr-gilag asked.

  "Almost," Klnn-dawan-a said, returning the sampler to its case. "I just need a couple more."

  "How's he behaving?" Thrr-mezaz asked.

  "Remarkably well," Klnn-dawan-a told him. "I can tell the sampling procedure is uncomfortable, but he hasn't struggled or even shouted at me."

  "Just as Pheylan Cavanagh was," Th
rr-gilag murmured. "Aggressive in groups, submissive as individuals."

  "Let's not talk as if that were already an established fact," Klnn-dawan-a cautioned him. "That's what we're here to find out."

  "Besides, most intelligent species get pretty submissive when they've got two laser rifles pointed at them," Thrr-mezaz added, clicking on the darklight relay and slipping a translator link into his ear slits. "You need the speaker set up?"

  "No, thanks," Thrr-gilag said, stepping to the prisoner's other side. "I'm Thrr-gilag; Kee'rr," he said, switching to the Human language. "This is Klnn-dawan-a; Dhaa'rr. We've come here to study you."

  "I got that impression," the Human said. His tone was very similar to the one Pheylan Cavanagh had often used while a prisoner, a tone Thrr-gilag had always associated with quiet mockery. "I'm Sergeant Janovetz of the Peacekeepers. How much more studying are you going to do?"