Then, suddenly, Rei knew why Yukikaze’s electronics had malfunctioned. It had to be the result of a powerful electromagnetic interference. The kind that could be generated by a forest of transmitters.
Yukikaze’s resistance to EM jamming should have been perfect. She was protected by a multilayered 120 dB shield, and her electrical components themselves had anti-EMI processing capabilities. Common sense said that his conclusion was highly improbable. Yet he couldn’t rule it out.
He felt his hair standing on end. It was fear of the unknown. A powerful fear born of instinct. He knew they had to get back to Yukikaze, and fast.
Lander wouldn’t hear of it.
“A little longer, Lieutenant. Just a little further on is — ”
“That cornfield of yours? Get real. We don’t have time for this. We have to go back, now.”
“Look, it’s right over there.”
He pointed to a yellowish area ahead of them. Rei looked to where Lander was pointing. A sudden sick feeling curdled his stomach. It wasn’t a field. It was a swamp. Involuntarily, the two men exchanged glances. A bizarre, carnal stench wafted from the scene that spread out before them, completely different from the sterile, inorganic environment they had just been in.
“Corn?” said Rei. “This is more like soup.”
As they approached, the increasingly foul odor triggered such a violent physiological disgust that Rei was sure he was going to vomit. The muddy liquid moved in sluggish swirling patterns. No matter how hard they strained their eyes to look, they couldn’t see anything below the surface of the sickly stew. The swamp was further veiled by a light opalescent haze.
Lander continued to narrate excitedly into the recorder.
“You’re wasting your time,” Rei said.
“What are you talking about?”
“I don’t think your recorder got anything. It’s probably just picked up radio frequency interference, which means there’ll be nothing but static.”
“What?”
Lander started to play back the recording. It was just as Rei guessed. Nothing but white noise.
“What do you suppose this is?” Lander asked as he switched the recorder off ruefully. He gestured at the swamp, seeking Rei’s opinion.
“It looks like the material the runway is made out of. I think this planet — although it may not be a planet, so let’s say area — is probably made of the same stuff.”
“Do you think it’s connected with the JAM?”
“Maybe. Maybe it’s some sort of raw material they use to build. Or maybe it’s waste material. I wonder...” Rei trailed off.
“What?”
“No, nothing.”
Rei had had a sudden, inexplicable impression that people had been melted down into the stuff in the swamp, or perhaps were formed from it. He struggled to understand why such an absurdly grotesque image would come to him, and then thought about the equally absurd leap of imagination he’d made in thinking that those trees were antennas. He considered the contrast of the two impressions and realized that it was the inorganic versus the organic, machines versus people...
“Stop!” he shouted.
Lander was reaching out to touch the yellow liquid, and Rei felt as though he were watching the other man reach out to touch a rotted corpse. But the sense of danger and revulsion was even more extreme, and as he realized this, Lander’s body jerked backwards and he screamed out in pain.
“What happened?”
“My hand...”
Rei ran over to him and looked down. There was nothing below Lander’s left wrist. Blood was pouring from the stump.
“The... the haze... above the liquid... it’s vibrating like a saw. God damn it... What the hell is this place?!” Lander gasped.
“We’re getting out of here,” Rei said and began tying off Lander’s wound, using the recorder’s carrying strap as a makeshift tourniquet.
“We can’t get... the engines... started on that damn fighter of yours... We can’t get out of here.”
“I’ll figure something out. If we can take off, we can find a way out of here.” Rei finished tying the tourniquet. “Okay, that’s got it. I’ve got painkillers in the first aid kit back at the plane. Keep your arm elevated.”
He picked up the survival gun and helped Lander get unsteadily to his feet. Sweat beaded on Lander’s forehead, his pale face contorted with the pain, but he didn’t pass out.
Rei wanted to get back to Yukikaze as soon as possible, but he couldn’t hurry the other man. Progress was slow. Lander’s huge shoulders heaved with each breath, step by painful step, but he refused Rei’s offers of help. Neither man spoke. The atmosphere was oppressive.
The space between the trees grew narrower. Their distribution seemed irregular, with denser areas coming in undulating waves. From above, Rei thought, it would look just like an energy distribution chart.
The straight-line distance they’d walked before must have been around 700 meters, half of which was in the forest, so there shouldn’t have been more than 500 meters to go. But there was no sign that the forest was ending. They may have been lost. Lander leaned against a thick tree to rest.
“Go on without me, Lieutenant.”
“We’re nearly there. I can’t leave you. We have no idea what could happen.”
Rei examined the wound. It wasn’t bleeding too badly now, but it needed proper treatment quickly.
Lander croaked out a hoarse laugh. “I just had a hand and now it’s gone. Kinda funny, don’t you think?”
Please, Rei thought, don’t start cracking up on me now.
“Listen up. The only way you’re going to get back to the plane is on your own two legs, and there’s nothing wrong with them, right? So move!”
“Right... Thing is, it’s the shock more than the pain that’s doing a number on me. Feels like it’s stabbing through my heart. Never noticed how much walking can take it out of you.”
“I’ll help you.”
“No, you need to keep your hands on that machine gun. I’m okay. Let’s go.”
Rei nodded. Lander walked forward unsteadily.
The spaces between the trees were widening again. It couldn’t be much further now. Their field of vision suddenly opened up, and Rei guessed that they must have accidentally — and luckily — taken a shortcut. They emerged at a point about 200 meters away from Yukikaze.
Lander stopped. “Lieutenant, wait.”
Rei saw it in the same instant: a strange object hovering directly over Yukikaze at a height of four or five meters. It was an absolute black, like a hole in the sky. There was no sense of it being a solid object. It was a bit smaller than Yukikaze and shaped like a boomerang. No, Rei thought. Like a sickle.
“JAM...”
“Dammit, I wish I had a camera.” Lander sounded like he’d forgotten all about the pain.
Rei clenched his fist, a cold sweat breaking out across his back. They wanted to capture Yukikaze intact.
“What do you think it’s doing?”
“It’s trying to decode Yukikaze’s IFF and other electronic systems. I may have to self-destruct her.”
“How? It’s not touching the plane.”
“I don’t know how, but I’m sure of it. The JAM have always seemed more interested in our planes than in us.”
Rei walked out of the forest and onto the runway, placing himself clearly in the enemy’s line of sight.
“Lieutenant, what’re you doing? Come back!”
“They’ll take Yukikaze over my dead body.”
Rei recklessly approached Yukikaze. About one plane length away, he raised the gun and took aim at the object. It made no reaction. He fired. Short.
Confirming the gun was set to full auto, he emptied the clip at it. Empty cartridges scattered around him. The last cartridge flew from the firing chamber and bounced onto the ground. As the echo of the gunfire faded away, he knew he was going to need more than small-caliber fire to take that thing out. He threw the machine gun down, frus
trated at his own powerlessness.
He walked toward Yukikaze. As he did so, there was a sudden movement overhead. The black shadow rotated with a jerk and withdrew from Yukikaze, moving in an irregular manner. It seemed to be out of control. Suddenly, the black camouflage peeled away. It was a silver, forward-swept–wing aircraft. A JAM combat reconnaissance plane. It fell toward the forest. The sound of an explosion followed.
“Lander! Get over here, fast!”
Pale blue sparks were spattering from an electrical discharge line on Yukikaze’s wing. As Rei secured it, Lander reached the plane. Black smoke was rising from the forest.
“They’ll send reinforcements, won’t they?”
“We’ll deal with that when it happens. At least they don’t seem to be interested in us.”
“Maybe they’ll change their minds.”
Rei grabbed the first aid kit from Yukikaze, along with the other survival gun that was stowed in the rear seat. He removed the makeshift tourniquet from Lander’s arm, sprayed the wound with a sealing agent to stop the bleeding, doused it with disinfectant, wrapped the stump with sterile film, and bandaged it.
“There’re painkillers if you need them. I don’t know if you can fire this gun one-handed, but I’m giving it to you anyway.”
“What about you?”
“Well, if I don’t get the engines started, you won’t get that real flight experience you’re here for, right?”
Rei settled into the cockpit, toggled the Jet Fuel Starter switch to ON, and pulled the starter handle. Nothing. He tried again, and then again. In the past, Rei had found this process amusingly similar to starting a motor bike or a lawn mower. In a way, that was exactly what he was doing: the JFS was a small combustion engine that moved the onboard fuel but didn’t have an advanced control system. Now, though, the humor of the situation escaped him. Come on, he pleaded silently.
It started on the fourth try. Engine master switch to ON. Throttle control to BOOST.
Rei got up and climbed along the canopy sill to slide into the rear seat.
Armament control system, ON. The ECM display flickered on momentarily, then faded out.
Rei wasn’t well versed in using the electronic armaments. His work in the front seat had little to do with what went on in the backseat, which was devoted entirely to data acquisition and electronic warfare. His EWOs took care of all that. He flew the plane.
But even with his lack of specialized knowledge, he knew enough to reason that the enemy must be using some specific force external to Yukikaze to arrest the plane’s systems. And if that force could jam Yukikaze’s systems, then chances were it could be jammed in return.
He assumed manual control to operate the dispersion jammer and began noise jamming as well. After a bit, symbols marking the enemy positions appeared on the display screen. The system immediately switched over to auto-jamming mode and the symbols on the display began to change wildly. The computer immediately deciphered the radar waves coded as “enemy” and activated countermeasures. The locations of the targets were determined and displayed.
What was impossible for a human, Yukikaze’s electronic armaments did with ease. With those now on the job, there was nothing left for Rei to do. He got back into the front seat.
He didn’t know if it would help get the engines started, but he threw the switch connecting the JFS to the right engine hydraulic motor and slid the throttle over. The tachometer sprang to life. The power supply to the electronic armaments was dropping because of the extra load that feeding the engine was placing on the JFS, but there was nothing Rei could do about that.
How were the JAM succeeding in keeping Yukikaze’s electronics off-line? Were they analyzing the timing impulses of all the systems and then sending in false data? If that were the case, how was Yukikaze resisting it now? Rei knew this was a battle beyond his level of comprehension, a battle of forces humans couldn’t perceive. He could only watch from the sidelines. Please don’t lose, he prayed.
When the tachometer reached 13 percent RPM the autoignition system switched on. Ignition, activated.
Turbine intake temperature and hydraulic pressure, rising. Fuel flow rate, increasing. The noise from the exhaust was rising to ear-piercing levels.
At 50 percent RPM, the JFS automatically delinked from the starter motor. The right generator caution light went out. All of Yukikaze’s electronic systems came back to life.
Rei connected the JFS to the left engine, reset the throttle, and climbed down from the plane to help Lander in. As he was straining under the weight of the man he was boosting up, Rei was struck with an odd thought: where in this body did Lander keep his ideas?
Ideas were invisible. Humanity had brought into being state organizations, national consciousness, religion... You couldn’t see them with your eyes, yet they were certainly real.
But what about machines? Yukikaze was here, like a monster from a dream materialized in the real world. Machines were the material embodiment of ideas springing from human consciousness. Could humanity continue to control the results of its ideas? Or would it be driven insane by them? Perhaps that was what the JAM were trying to do.
There was no time to reflect on it further. He got Lander’s helmet on, secured his oxygen mask, then connected the anti-G hoses, lap belt, and shoulder harness.
Seizing the handgrip, he hung down off of the plane and folded up the boarding ladder. He pulled himself back up and looked into the cockpit. Once he was sure the ladder caution light had gone out, he got in.
Canopy control set to CLOSE. Fire control power, on. Master arm switch set to ON. Left engine ignition, activated. Jet fuel starter, off.
He called back to Lander. “Whatever you do, don’t touch the ECM panel.”
“Got it.”
“Still think this is a secret Faery Base?”
“No, but I’m not giving up keeping an eye on the FAF.”
“Those painkillers look like they’re working for you.”
“Hey, what’s that beeping sound?”
“It’s a warning that an enemy’s been detected.”
“Where?”
Data appeared on the HUD. Gun mode. A motionless target. Range 2,100 meters, bearing three-nine-L. An aboveground installation? He couldn’t tell for sure without visual contact.
“Looks like it’s in the forest. I’m taking it out before we launch. If they stop our engines after takeoff, we’re screwed.”
He nudged the throttle forward. Parking brake, off. When the engine output reached about 80 percent, Yukikaze began to move. Just a slight motion and he could wring out the thrust. They rotated left, coming to a stop with the target dead ahead.
The target designator box appeared on the HUD, although all Rei could see before them was those weird trees.
The stores control display showed RDY GUN, the letters flashing. That was an abnormal sign for it to display, but Rei didn’t think it was malfunctioning. He got the feeling Yukikaze was urging him to shoot the thing, and fast.
The gun line on the cannon was at slightly above horizontal. If he fired now, he would overshoot the target.
Rei stepped on the toe brake and pushed the throttle forward to MIL. Yukikaze’s nose sank as she knelt forward, her front shock absorbers contracting as they held back the terrific forward thrust to keep her stationary.
The target was moving into the aiming reticule. Without a moment’s hesitation, Rei squeezed the trigger. The Vulcan cannon roared, throwing fifty rounds of ammunition at the target in 0.5-second bursts. He kept firing. Yukikaze shook. Before he’d exhausted his ammunition, the machine cannon drive system began flashing an overheat warning. He ignored it and continued to fire.
Ahead of him, flashes of light ran left and right along the forest edge, their centers forming expanding blue white hemispheres. The explosions merged into an intense ball of light, too bright to look at directly.
Cease fire. Check the displays. The standard radar remained silent, but the passive airspace radar de
tected something.
A bright point appeared in front of the symbol marking their plane’s position. The point became a disc, and then the disc rapidly expanded.
Outside the plane, it was getting brighter and brighter. A line was moving across the display toward the mark indicating the plane. The shock-wave front was sweeping toward them. There was no way to avoid it.
There was a violent impact. The engines stalled.
Yukikaze was in the air. She was in free fall.
The engines automatically restarted.
“Lieutenant? What’s going on?”
“It looks like I’ll be able to get you back on schedule.”
They were in the skies of Faery. It was near sunset. Rei checked his instruments. The warning tone and the HUD display were telling him to pull up, signaling that if he didn’t the system would automatically do so at four Gs. Air intake temperature had risen to nearly 700°C, but it was still running a little cold. Before exceeding an airspeed of 250 knots, he lifted his leg. No abnormalities. The only indication of the extra time they’d spent was on the onboard clock.
“It really was a fairyland,” Lander muttered. “If it wasn’t for this injury, I’d swear it was just a hallucination. I still can’t believe it.”
Rei felt the same way.
THE FAF SEEMED ready to believe that the incident had been real. As a TAF plane escorted them back, Rei told the authorities what had happened. Upon landing, Yukikaze was washed down with enormous amounts of water to neutralize any possible radioactive contamination while Rei and Lander were isolated for biohazard prevention. Lander’s hand was operated on by a surgeon wearing what looked like a space suit for protection. Rei used the copious time he spent in the tiny isolation room to finish up his written report and answer all sorts of questions.
It was three weeks before the two men were let out of the isolation chambers and released from the tedious examinations. They drank a toast, and true to his word, it was on Rei. Afterward, Lander returned to Earth and Rei returned to normal duty.
Rei was subjected to more psychological tests by Dr. Halévy. They were cognition games designed to produce mock abnormal events to tax his mental processes and then gauge his reactions. It seemed nothing more than child’s play to him. Compared to the actual abnormal events he’d just survived, the doctor’s tests seemed positively innocent by comparison, and so Rei played along as best he could out of a curious sympathy. As a result, the tests proceeded well and he was free of them sooner than he had expected.
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