Nova War

by Gary Gibson

  It said volumes that Sal waited for a nod from Briggs before replying.

  That used to be me, Corso realized – unquestioningly loyal. But so much had changed, and both Sal and the Senator seemed more like figments from some terrible, half-remembered dream.

  ‘I know you think I’ve betrayed our friendship, but there’s too much at stake here, Lucas,’ Sal replied tersely. ‘We can’t afford the niceties now. I’m sorry about what happened – really, truly sorry – but, given the magnitude of what’s happening here, we’re lucky the Freehold is being allowed to get involved at all.’

  ‘That’s enough, Mr Mendez,’ Hua said, sharply cutting him off. ‘Lucas, we’re sorry about what happened to you, but you should consider yourself lucky to even be alive. Immortal Light approached us – by “us” I mean the Consortium – and asked for our help in their interrogations, in return for partnership in exploiting the derelict starship located somewhere on this station. They needed what was lodged inside your head, and they needed it fast. However, we made sure they stuck to a more conventional approach in interrogations, rather than, say, dissecting you at the start.’

  ‘Is that supposed to reassure me?’ Corso demanded.

  Hua glanced at an aide seated by Corso’s other side. ‘Read him the second situation summary, Mr Cohen.’

  ‘Sir,’ Cohen replied, glancing down at a screen nestling in his palm. ‘The Nova Arctis expedition was monitored by in situ agents acting on behalf of the Consortium, following information received of the recovery of an artefact of unknown origin. They subsequently reported on events leading up to and immediately prior to destruction of the system.’ The aide looked directly at Corso as he concluded. ‘Your subsequent detainment on Ironbloom was with the explicit permission of a secret committee of the Consortium Central Administration, and on the recommendation of the Ministry of External Intelligence, following consultations with court advisers of the Queen of Immortal Light.’

  ‘Our presence in this system is a secret, Mr Corso,’ Hua added. ‘The Freehold have been permitted to join us simply because their new government offered their full cooperation when we demanded information about Nova Arctis. If things work out the way we hope they will, representatives of the Consortium as well as Immortal Light will soon be opening negotiations with the Emiss—’

  Corso couldn’t hold it in any more, and he dissolved into hysterical laughter.

  Briggs slammed the table with one hand, her face as red as the morning sun and a lot angrier. ‘Lucas Corso, you will pull yourself together.’

  Hua didn’t look happy either. He was about to say something, when one of the troopers hurried over. ‘General, we’ve secured this ring for now, but that’s about all we can manage without stretching ourselves too thin. The Immortal Light contingent appear to be fighting their own people here to get control of the station. There’s a lot of fighting on the alpha and delta rings as well.’

  ‘Do we even know where the derelict is yet?’

  The soldier nodded. ‘It’s on Ring Gamma, the central ring, and heavily defended by automated systems. Lieutenant Nairit suggests maintaining our command post here, and sending a force to rendezvous with the rest of the Immortal Light forces there.’

  Hua nodded. ‘Do it,’ he replied, turning back to Corso. ‘The only reason you’re here at all is because Immortal Light believed you were as important as Dakota Merrick. That was their mistake, and meanwhile she’s been taken by the enemy. Now we find the Emissaries have dropped all communications with us. The fact remains, however, that you did develop communications protocols that got the Freehold deep inside another derelict. We brought with us the same equipment you used back in Nova Arctis, and we’re going to want you to get us inside this derelict, too.’

  ‘Let me be frank.’ Corso shook his head. ‘You can’t hope to do anything with the derelict as long as Dakota Merrick is anywhere in this system.’

  ‘So she is here?’ asked Langley, leaning forward.

  Corso nodded. ‘She has a special affinity with the derelict, something I . . . I can’t quite explain. Unless you’ve brought your own machine-heads, you don’t stand a chance in hell of getting anywhere near that derelict.’

  Corso didn’t miss the sudden tension in the air, or the flash of alarm crossing Hua’s face before he recovered his carefully neutral expression. ‘You seem awfully well informed, Mr Corso.’

  Corso glanced over at Honeydew, who stood nearby, watching the proceedings.

  ‘I heard some things,’ Corso replied quietly.

  ‘Did she mention anything about . . . other people like herself?’ Hua asked carefully.

  Sitting next to Hua, Briggs wore an expression like an angry snake about to bite its victim to death. They’re hiding something, Corso thought, glancing again over at Honeydew. There’s something they don’t want Honeydew to know.

  For some reason his gaze next settled on Langley, the only apparent civilian present apart from himself and Sal.

  Other people? He wondered. People like Dakota?

  The more he thought about it, the more it made sense that the Consortium would have brought along other machine-heads to try and take control of the derelict.

  Perhaps even without Immortal Light’s permission or knowledge.

  ‘Sir.’ Corporal Roche approached Hua to confer quietly. Roche then pointed upwards, and Corso raised his head to gaze at the surface of the gas giant wheeling past the ring’s enormous windows. Then he realized the Corporal was actually pointing towards an Emissary ship, all sharp edges and jutting spines, which was currently docking with the station’s hub. Corso now saw with a start that two other Emissary ships had already docked, and another was on its way.

  ‘That’s an Emissary ship,’ Briggs muttered. ‘I thought the idea was they were going to hold back for now.’

  ‘Oh, Christ and Buddha in a whorehouse.’ Corso stared wildly around the table. ‘Listen, we need to get out of here. Now. I mean now.’

  Hua stared at him with open suspicion. ‘Why is that, Mr Corso?’

  ‘What do you mean “why?”’ Corso demanded. ‘Haven’t you ever met one of the damn things?’

  ‘As a matter of fact, no,’ Hua replied. ‘No human has – at least, not with anything beyond one of their client species.’

  Corso stared at the General in horror. ‘Well, I met one. And I hope to never meet another.’

  There was a muffled explosion somewhere in the distance. They all looked in the same direction, to see a thin trail of smoke rising from out of dense foliage less than a kilometre away – close to one of the ring’s external walls.

  ‘We just lost contact with perimeter station beta zero nine, General,’ said the Corporal. ‘That’s one of the ring-side spoke stations.’

  ‘Get our men there now!’ Hua ordered, standing as he spoke. ‘I think the rest of us should get ready to move in case we’re being specifically targeted. I think it’s time to head for Ring Gamma.’

  He turned to Corso. ‘What happened when you met the Emissary?’ he asked forcefully, while several troopers piled into a transport and roared down the hill towards the source of the explosion.

  ‘It asked me if I knew where God lived and, when I couldn’t answer, it ripped a Bandati in half in front of me. Ask Honeydew; he was there. Frankly, General, those things make the Shoal look like kittens by comparison.’

  Something roared in the distance, an enraged bellow that only Corso had heard before.

  ‘That’s an Emissary,’ he told the General, ‘and that means everybody has to get away from here before they come any closer. Believe me when I tell you that you don’t know what you’re dealing with.’

  ‘The only place you’re going is wherever we tell you to,’ Briggs snapped, but Corso could see the lines of apprehension evident in her face.

  ‘Sir, the transport just reported in.’ Another trooper, a tall, dark-haired woman, had stepped up to Hua. ‘They’re engaging—’

  At that moment there came a
scream from the humid jungle below them, followed by a brief rattle of gunfire, followed by an eerie silence. Something thudded loudly, then silence fell once more. Corso stood with the rest as something arced high in the air from the same direction the transport had gone, before crashing onto the ground not far from where they all stood.

  It took a moment for Corso to identify it as the mangled torso of one of the troopers.

  ‘Lucas.’ Corso turned to see Langley was addressing him. ‘I’d like to know how Dakota was the last time you saw her. I . . . knew her, some years ago.’

  Corso found it hard to stop his gaze wandering back to the trooper’s mangled corpse. All around them, people were barking instructions either at each other or into radios and T-net transceivers. ‘She’s fine, I guess,’ Corso replied, not quite sure what else to say.

  He glanced over at Honeydew, who alone apparently hadn’t moved. People raced all around, manning the pulse-cannons on the back of the remaining transport, or finding defensive positions and then training their weapons on the dense foliage at the hill’s base.

  Corso walked over to the alien and stared into its face. ‘You knew this was going to happen, didn’t you?’

  ‘I did not, Mr Corso. The Emissaries appear to have betrayed us all.’

  ‘And your Queen? What the hell is she going to do about it?’

  ‘It is with great shame I am forced to admit my Queen may be somewhat out of her depth in terms of the current situation. I’m sorry for the way things turned out, Lucas. I wish things might have been different.’

  All around them, people were shouting . . . and then something between a trumpet and a roar blared through the foliage at the foot of the hill.

  The sudden return to reality was jarring. One moment Dakota had been staring down at the shadowy Librarian, and now—

  Her senses rushed outwards yet again, but this time the fear was gone. She felt, instead, a burning sensation somewhere deep within her skull.

  The Emissary drones made a last dash towards the scout-ship. Something reached out from inside of Dakota, penetrating their communications networks and slipping inside their machine brains.

  Less than four seconds after Dakota found herself back in the scout-ship, the Emissary drones had run emergency deactivation procedures and shut themselves down for ever. They drifted, cold and inert, while the scout-ship continued on its way safe and unharmed.

  Dakota felt her mind continue to expand outwards until her consciousness encompassed all of the fleets converging on Leviathan’s Fall. She felt as if she were on the verge of splintering into a thousand pieces, as fragments of her consciousness were scattered across tens of thousands of computers and stacks all across Ocean’s Deep. She finally worked out how to rein herself in, and to focus her consciousness on the scout-ship.

  And only when she was ready did she reach back out again.

  Roses was now saying something to her, but his words were like a distant whisper on the very edge of her awareness.

  There.

  She then came across Hugh Moss, piloting a craft that looked like nothing ever built within the Consortium. He was almost at the station, his ship decelerating hard. The Librarian had shown her what he really was – a twisted experiment desperate for revenge.

  He was clearly going to reach the station ahead of her, which made it virtually certain she was going to have to confront him. She reached out and tried to tweak his ship’s engines and life-support, but pulled back when she found endless booby-traps and fail-safes awaiting her.

  At this point she lost control, her consciousness swept away. It was like being caught in a flood and struggling to reach air. Security alerts cascaded on board ships and vessels all across the system, as her consciousness touched on every one of them, boosted by the now unrestrained power of the derelict.

  She opened her eyes to see the scout-ship’s tiny cabin, and forced herself to take several deep, steady breaths. Her hands were shaking badly, and there was a persistent throbbing in her temples that wouldn’t go away. Roses had apparently given up trying to get her to respond to his questions, and was now more focused on negotiating the colony’s automated docking protocols displayed on a screen facing him.

  They were still on course – still on their way to a meeting that was millennia overdue.

  Dakota closed her eyes, and extended her mind outwards yet again, but this time she controlled the expansion, like a rider reining in a horse.

  She became aware of the coreship, now mere billions of kilometres distant and, as she focused on it more fully, it exploded into a tangled nightmare of trillions of interdependent primary and secondary systems and mechanisms.

  She dived in amongst them like a pearl diver plunging into cool deep waters, all the while plundering the Shoal vessel’s data stacks, and leaving a storm of priority alerts in her wake. Electronic doors came slamming down in front of her, only to slide open again moments later.

  Dakota fell into depths as startling as the very real waters buried deep beneath the coreship’s outer surface.

  She could see them all: species and civilizations she could never have dreamed of, each stuffed into its separate controlled environment within the enormous starship. None of them had any idea which system they were actually in, and all were unaware of the drama unfolding around them that would change the galaxy for ever.

  Dakota pulled back with infinite care and next turned her attention to Immortal Light’s secret colony, a huge multi-ringed station displayed on several screens within the scout-ship’s cabin. Its entire history was laid out before her as the derelict penetrated its computer networks.

  She was surprised to discover that the Piri Reis was already there at the station, apparently having been offloaded from an Emissary ship. More Emissary vessels were arriving, either landing inside station bays or drilling their way inside the rings.

  There were trillions of conduits now open to Dakota’s mind, and she was afraid of what might happen if she let her consciousness spread out among them too thinly. It was as if she’d been living all her life in one tiny darkened corner of a vast arena with only a candle to light her way, but had stumbled across a master switch that expelled the darkness and brought to light a plethora of wonders she couldn’t even have imagined existed.

  She turned her attention outwards, to the stars beyond the Ocean’s Deep system. She felt a powerful sense of elation – as if she could let her mind simply expand until it encompassed the galaxy. There were a thousand more Magi ships hidden throughout this same local spiral arm, and they had been waiting patiently for a long, long time. She tapped into their encrypted and long-dormant communications network, and fired out a greeting via the Ocean’s Deep derelict’s transceivers. Acknowledgement signals came bouncing back almost at once, even as the network began to wake from its long sleep – a sentient matrix spread over thousands of light-years.

  It had once been – in fact, still was – a fleet in the grandest sense of the word.

  On Dakota’s command, the first of these ancient ships began to rise from under the ancient dust that had covered it while it slept. It would be long months before it might reach the Ocean’s Deep system, but there were others only a few light-years distant, and it would take no more than another couple of days for the first of these to arrive.

  For the first time in a very, very long time, Dakota felt a sense of real purpose take hold of her. She glanced over at Roses, and smiled at him when he turned to face her.

  The entire remaining Magi fleet was now on its way to Ocean’s Deep; and they were going to need navigators – hundreds of them.

  Twenty-five

  Pandemonium reigned as an Emissary came charging out of a patch of dense foliage and thundered up the side of the hill, heading straight for the remaining ground transport. As ‘First Contact’ scenarios went, this was far from ideal.

  Both Briggs and Hua were fortunate enough to possess personal shaped-field generators, but nobody else there had the benefit of t
hat particular technology. The troopers went on instant defensive, firing round after round into the monster stampeding towards them.

  Corso hit the ground and watched as a field flickered on and off around the Emissary. He glanced up at the long windows high overhead on the ring’s ceiling, and saw bright beams and explosions that indicated a full-fledged battle was taking place in the station’s immediate vicinity.

  It was clear the Emissaries were launching an invasion, regardless of whatever promises they’d made to Hua or Immortal Light. He heard trumpeting and roaring from deep inside the jungle, heralding the approach of more Emissaries in full cry.

  ‘Do you seek God?’ the first Emissary screamed, as shocked troopers scattered out of its path. One had taken control of the pulse-cannon mounted on the transport, and Corso saw the beast slide to a halt as its shields started to overload under the assault. But then it moved with surprising swiftness, ramming into the transport and sending it crashing over on its side.

  ‘Take us to God’s ship!’ screeched a second Emissary as it came stamping up the hill to join the first. ‘We will seek out God, that we may punish him!’

  Corso noticed Hua’s aide, Cohen, stumble as he tried to avoid the second Emissary. He was trying to hide behind the overturned transport, while almost everyone else had run for the jungle fringing the base of the hill. The Emissary picked him up casually in its trunklike assemblage of tentacles, and then slammed him hard against the side of the vehicle. Cohen fell abruptly silent, and hung in the massive creature’s grip like a broken doll before being flung contemptuously towards the abandoned conference table nearby.

  A third Emissary made an appearance. Like the second, it was not visibly equipped with any kind of translation device, but its message was clear as it joined the first two. It did, however, carry a portable field-cannon, spraying a wide beam across the dense surrounding foliage and setting it on fire. The original Emissary now moved closer to the treeline, apparently determined to hunt out the concealed troops who were still firing at the intruders from under cover.