Duty, Honor, Planet: 02 - Honor Bound

by Rick Partlow

  Most of the troops had heeded the warnings from Colonel Stark and General Kage and had abandoned their vehicles in time, but here and there were bodies and parts of bodies in scorched black armor. Even those not touched by the constant fall of the tungsten thunderbolts from orbit were huddled in the tall grass, frozen with shock, trying to shut out the explosions and the screaming.

  When Ari came to an intact vehicle, he leaped onto it, ignoring the shouted warnings of the CeeGee troopers around him, and dropped down through the open roof hatches to grab armfuls of shoulder-fired missile launchers from a rack in the back wall. With a heave that strained his back muscles, he threw the launchers out into the grass, then climbed out behind them, kicking free of the vehicle and taking the fall in a shoulder roll.

  Scooping up the anti-armor weapons, he jogged as fast as he could with the heavy load into the tall grass where the vehicle’s crew was lying on their bellies, hands covering their helmeted heads. Coming up on the designated squad leader-he could tell by the chevrons on the back of the man’s helmet-he dumped the launchers right in front of his face, startling the man into a crouch. Ari hesitated as he read the name tape across the man’s breastplate and saw that it was Lieutenant Matienzo.

  “Distribute these to your squad,” Ari told him, using the public-address speakers on the outside of his helmet, not trusting the comm channels that were still jammed by panicked reports from inexperienced officers. “Get them up and get them arrayed there,” he pointed down the road, where he could see several dozen other troopers getting into positions, led by General Kage and Captain Odawale. “If we don’t get into a defensive position, the enemy will run right over us!”

  “But, but…” Matienzo stuttered, eyes flicking back and forth.

  A tungsten rod sliced into the APC behind them and the explosion slammed Ari into the ground beside the CeeGee trooper, the overpressure flattening the dozen troopers into the hard-packed ground and stealing the breath from their lungs. Ari came up first, gritting his teeth and forcing his brain to work as he got his legs underneath him and pushed himself to his feet.

  “For fuck’s sake, you stupid shits!” He screamed at them, his PA speakers turned up to their maximum. “Do you want to stay here by the vehicles and die like bugs? Get your asses out there and die fighting!”

  Matienzo grabbed his rifle from where it had fallen and used the buttstock to lever himself to his feet. His eyes were wild through the slit of his faceplate as he looked at Ari, then turned back to face his squad. “Get up, Goddamn you!” he bellowed, half in anger and half in fear. “Grab the missile launchers and move!”

  Ari nodded in satisfaction and moved on to the next intact vehicle…

  Shannon crouched in the middle of the meadow, ignoring the instincts that screamed at her to take cover, trying to ignore the chaos and panic all around her as she concentrated on the voice coming over her helmet headphones.

  “…was Dominguez!” President O’Keefe was telling her. “We’ve just seen the security feed from the Control Center!”

  “How the hell did he do it?” she demanded. “I thought we had security measures in place to prevent this?”

  “He used them against us, Colonel,” General Rietveld said bitterly. “He didn’t take control of the weapons from the center; instead, he accessed the targeting system remotely, then manually inputted a virus at the center’s physical mainframe that shut out any remote access from that point on.” He paused, and she could hear him taking a breath to try to control his temper. “Then he destroyed the whole place with orbital weapons.”

  “Well, where is he now?” Shannon asked. “We have to get his tablet or whatever he’s using for remote access…if we get it, he’ll be shut out just like us.”

  “He took his flyer west, then it dropped out of sight near the Canadian border…” Rietveld began.

  “Shannon,” O’Keefe interrupted, “he went to Valerie’s lake house in Minnesota! There’s nothing else out there! She’s there, Shannon, with Natalia! Agent Klesko took her there…and he’s not answering his ‘link! Neither is Valerie! He’s got them, Shannon!”

  “Oh, Christ…” Shannon moaned, collapsing back to a seated position. “It makes sense…they’re his hostages. He knows we can’t just put a missile strike into wherever he’s hold up now.”

  “And if we try to send a team in to free her,” O’Keefe said in a voice filled with rage and impotence, “he can blow them out of the sky or take out any ground vehicle that gets close.”

  “We’ll get her back, sir,” Shannon assured the President. We have to, she thought. If we don’t get control of the defense satellites, the biomechs will slice right through us. “We need some sort of fire support though…what about orbital gunships?”

  “We can try,” Rietveld said a bit doubtfully. “But Dominguez controls the ground-based laser launch sites too…if he sees them coming, he can shoot them out of space with the lasers. Same thing for missiles, if the ships sit back and launch them from out of laser range. We could try Gauss cannons, but I doubt we can target them accurately enough for fire support from that far out.”

  “Dammit, there’s gotta be something out there that can help us!” Shannon said in frustration, flinching as yet another APC was destroyed by an orbital strike.

  “Perhaps there is,” another voice came on her communications link, identified on her heads-up display as Fleet Captain Di Ndinge. “Colonel Stark, I have a priority transmission waiting…someone would like to speak with you.”

  When the voice came over her helmet speakers, it hit Shannon like a wave, washing away a fraction of the constant tension that had been resting between her shoulders for months and bringing a smile to her lips despite the circumstances.

  “Hi, honey,” Jason McKay said, “I’m home.”

  * * *

  Joyce Minishimi clenched her hands on her restraint straps and tried not to fidget as the cramped lifepod jerked and shifted in the grasp of the hangar bay’s cargo arm. She’d never been claustrophobic before, but spending the last few hours crammed into one of the tiny Engineering Level lifepods with the corpse of a young Lieutenant. He’d still been breathing when she’d found him in a corner of the Engineering Bay, and she’d dragged him along to the lifepod, but he’d passed away only an hour after she evacuated the ship.

  He was barely twenty-five and she couldn’t even remember his name, but she’d never forget his face. She’d stared at it or tried not to for the last three hours, or watched drops of his blood orbiting around the small space, dreading the inevitable moment when they would splash into her. When she’d been pulled on board and the ship had gone back into one g acceleration, they’d spattered on the floor and seats like red rain. She’d endured it, telling herself over and over that this was surely not worse than nearly being killed by a knife to the chest…but now, when she was so close to being free of her prison, she felt a panic attack barreling down on her and she wasn’t sure if she could hold it back this time.

  Then the lifepod came to a shuddering halt and a telescoping airlock slid out to attach itself to the hatch with a deep, metallic tone. The atmosphere light on the interior control panel went green and Minishimi fairly lunged out of her seat to slam her palm into the panel that opened the hatch. Her hands shook as the hatch slid aside with painful slowness, teasing her with a glimpse of light and a taste of fresh air, until finally she pushed through the narrow gap, feeling the door scrape painfully against her lower back, squeezing her eyes shut against the pain and panic.

  Then someone took her hand and pulled her gently through the opening hatch, drawing her into a powerful hug. She sobbed quietly for a moment into a uniformed shoulder before she pulled herself back to control with deep, shuddering breaths. When she drew back, she realized that the one holding her was Commander Gianeto, and that he was crying as well.

  “Sorry, ma’am,” he said, letting her step back as he wiped at his eyes. “I thought you were dead.”

  “I was under th
at impression myself, Commander,” she laughed a bit maniacally, dragging sleeves across her face. “What the hell ship are we on board, anyway?”

  “It’s the Bradley, ma’am,” he told her. “But, ma’am…the Sheridan‘s back!” His face broke into a smile. “She just showed up during the battle! Colonel McKay sent you a message before the ship went back into the drive field and headed for Earth orbit…”

  “It’s actually General McKay now,” a voice said from behind them. Minishimi turned and saw a young-looking, redheaded Intelligence officer stepping into the hangar bay’s utility lock with them, trailed by a pair of medical techs. “Captain, I’m Lieutenant Drew Franks; I’m aid to General McKay and Colonel Stark-yeah, she got promoted too, while you were gone.”

  “Damn,” Minishimi said mildly, “I’m going to have to salute him now.”

  “Do you need medical attention, Captain?” Franks asked her, eyeing the bloodstains on her clothes.

  “No, Lieutenant,” she assured him. “I’m fine.” She caught the attention of the med techs. “There’s the body of an engineering officer in the lifepod,” she told them, gesturing back through the lock. “You should see to him.”

  The med techs nodded and moved past her, heading through the airlock back to the lifepod.

  “Ma’am,” Franks went on, “we’ve got a situation on Earth…it’s complicated and I’ll explain it later, but basically, the Sheridan had to head for Earth orbit, so it’s going to be up to the Brad to take care of the rest of the Protectorate ships.” Franks hesitated, looking around to make sure there were no crewmembers nearby. “Captain Perez is dead…that’s also complicated but he was out of his harness during a field collision and broke his neck. Commander Lee, his XO, has no combat experience before today. General McKay knows you’ve been through a lot, but if you can, he’d feel more comfortable with you in the command chair.”

  Minishimi closed her eyes and took a deep breath, leaning against Gianeto in utter exhaustion for a moment. A few hours ago, she’d been resigned to her own death, at peace with it. Unexpectedly surviving had been ten times as stressful as the acceptance of death, paradoxically. She dug down deep within herself, imagining the last mile of the Hokkaido marathon, then straightened and looked Franks in the eye.

  “Do I have time to take a shower?”

  * * *

  Admiral Patel, Jason McKay reflected, looked like hell.

  “Wait outside,” McKay told the security guard as he stepped into the Admiral’s cabin, which had become his prison since they’d emerged from g-sleep a few hours ago. The guard nodded and stepped back into the corridor, allowing the door to slide shut.

  Patel didn’t even look at him as he entered the room; he just sat motionless on the edge of his bunk, staring at the photo on the wall across from him. It was a hologram of the Admiral with his teenage son, who was a freshman at the Fleet Academy. The Admiral’s first marriage had fallen apart for the predictable reasons of being a starship captain, but he’d maintained a close relationship with his son. McKay had met him once, when the boy was just a freshman in High School.

  The Arvid Patel in that photo looked a million years younger than the man sitting on the bunk. His uniform jacket was unfastened, his face grey and his eyes sunken and lifeless, and there was a tremor in his lip: he looked as if he’d been weeping and as if he might start again at any moment.

  “Admiral,” McKay said quietly. Patel didn’t answer, didn’t move.

  McKay grabbed the Admiral’s desk chair, disengaging its magnets and moving it in front of the bunk, then reengaging them and sitting down across from Patel.

  “Arvid,” he said, putting a hand on the man’s shoulder.

  The Admiral seemed to wake up from his stupor then, and his eyes narrowed.

  “‘Arvid?’” he repeated hoarsely, a little shocked.

  McKay shrugged, grinning lopsidedly. “Sorry, just trying it on for size…I got promoted to General while we were gone.”

  “Of course you did,” Patel muttered with a humorless chuckle. “You know, for a while there, Jason, I hated you. I loathed myself for shunting the responsibility of command onto you there on Pallas, and since you can’t hate yourself for very long and still stay sane, I started resenting you instead. I especially resented you for the way everything kept going your way…even though that meant we won the war and a saved millions of innocent people.” He shook his head. “It was crazy, and I knew it; but after the war when you kept insisting we search for Antonov, I thought you were a huge pain in the ass. I only started to warm to you…after I returned from that mission to Aphrodite.”

  He paused to let that sink in and McKay’s eyes went wide. “That’s right, Jason. I don’t even know if we were really friends…or if the fucking Russians put the idea in my head. I don’t know if my marriage fell apart because I was a shitty husband, or because the conditioning they gave me made me a shitty husband.” He let his head sag, his hands massaging the back of his neck.

  “Arvid,” McKay said, squeezing the man’s shoulder, “we will be able to undo what they did to you. Everything we will be back to the way it was.”

  “You can’t be serious,” Patel murmured, almost too faintly to be heard, face toward the floor. “Nothing will ever be the way it was. I was the senior officer in the Fleet, McKay. They’ll never trust me to hold that position, not now.”

  “Maybe not,” McKay admitted. “I promise you that will do my best to make sure they do, and I have quite a bit of pull with the President, but maybe not. But I’ll give you my word: if you can’t keep your current position, I will do my damnedest to make sure you get whatever else you want besides that. The Senate has to approve the Fleet Admiral, but you can still captain a starship, if that’s what you want. Or you can finish your doctorate and get a teaching position at the Academy…hell, you can run the Academy, if you like. The point is, your life is not over.”

  Patel took a deep, shuddering breath and nodded, straightening up. “You’re right. God knows, now’s not the best time for self-pity, anyway.” He looked up, looking McKay in the eye for the first time since he’d come in the room, something of the old Arvid Patel coming into their glint. “What are you really doing here? I know you don’t have time to sit here and listen to me bitch about my problems.”

  “Things are pretty fucked up at home,” McKay told him, leaning back in his chair. “Worse than we could have imagined.” He quickly laid out the situation for Patel, finishing with Dominguez holding Valerie O’Keefe hostage.

  “Bloody hell,” Patel swore softly, a hint of his London accent coming through-it was usually undetectable. “What are we going to do?”

  “I’m going to be leaving the ship,” McKay told him. “Commander Nunez is a good officer, but he doesn’t have much combat experience. He wants you on the bridge with him.”

  Patel’s eyebrow arched. “He’d trust me on the bridge?”

  “There’ll be an armed security guard on the bridge with you,” McKay told him frankly. “If you do anything…hinky, he’ll stun you and throw you in a g-sleep tank. But he wants you there.” McKay grinned. “You can jostle his elbow the way I did yours. If you agree.”

  “It will be very strange,” Patel said, shaking his head. “Very awkward. But as I said, this isn’t a time to be feeling sorry for myself.”

  “Good,” McKay said, standing. “I’ll let him know before I go gear up.” He hesitated by the door. “Good luck, Arvid.”

  Patel stood, extending a hand. McKay took it and the two men shook hands warmly.

  “You will need the luck, I think,” the Admiral said. “As a General, shouldn’t you be leaving this sort of thing to your junior officers?”

  McKay shrugged. “I’ve always been a lead-from-the-front kind of guy.”

  “Really?” Patel barked a laugh. “I never noticed…”

  Chapter Forty-Two

  “Fire!” Ari swatted the CeeGee trooper on the shoulder and ducked aside.

  The woman-sh
e was technically a 2 Lieutenant, as she had just graduated the Officers Candidate School-touched the trigger on the missile launcher and the projectile kicked free of the front of the launcher with a hiss of coldgas, then fishtailed as the main motor lit. It streaked across the 500 meters of open field in less than a second and slammed into one of the lead APC’s in the Protectorate convoy, striking it just beneath the forward gun turret. Three more smoke trails joined it within a heartbeat of each other and the lead rank in the column disappeared in a huge fireball of hyperexplosives that stretched from one edge of the bridge to the other, lighting up the night.

  The short bridge forded a dry ditch where a shallow stream used to run, and the slope was too sleep for even the Marine APCs to take it without flipping over. Ari sprinted forward to the front of the defensive perimeter, taking a knee and bringing his carbine to his shoulder as the line of vehicles crawled to a halt barely 200 meters away. From so close, he could smell the chemical tang of the burning fuel cells and hear the loud, random bangs as ammunition cooked off or tires exploded. Billows of black smoke were already beginning to climb into the evening sky, sending a haze across the moon.

  Roza moved quickly from where she had been giving instructions to a small team of missile-launcher-equipped soldiers to crouch next to him. In the gathering darkness, he could only tell it was her from the IFF signal in his helmet’s Heads-Up Display.

  “They will either have to try to go off-road,” she said, a hand resting on his shoulder, “and try to find another crossing, or send troops out on foot to clear the wreckage.”

  “Targets of opportunity, independent fire,” Ari intoned to the Colonial Guard troops around him. “Only use your grenades if they cluster together.” He turned back to the missile-launcher team. “If they try to turn and go off-road, be ready to hit them at the choke points.”