THE CRUCIBLE OF EMPIRE — Snippet 65

THE CRUCIBLE OF EMPIRE — Snippet 65

Chapter 24

Tully had had a fair amount of training using suit jets to maneuver in open space. “Fair amount,” at least, as his Jao instructors measured such things — which Tully himself thought woefully inadequate. But, there it was. Just one of a multitude of differences, some blatant and some subtle, between the way humans and Jao looked at things.

So, he spent a fair amount of his time passing from the assault craft to the Ekhat wreck cursing those same Jao instructors. He jetted over with the first group, as a display of leadership, although he mostly succeeded in delaying them. At one point, Mallu had to rescue him from one particularly ill-timed burst of his maneuvering jets.

Good thing he did, too, because otherwise Tully would have passed out of the shadow of the Ekhat wreck into full sunlight. That could have gotten dicey, very quickly. Theoretically, the suits could withstand solar radiation this intense for several minutes. But that was theory, and the theory of Jao engineers, at that. The suit was of human manufacture but much of the design was Jao — and Jao engineers had notions concerning “safety margins” that humans considered preposterous.

His jinau troops, along with the Krants, followed him silently, though he could just imagine the cursing that must be going on inside their heads also. But he didn’t have much sympathy for them. Every soldier in his unit, human and Jao alike, had had quite a bit more training in ship-to-ship assault than he had. What made the whole thing ironic, in a bitter sort of way that Tully didn’t find the least bit amusing, was that Tully himself had ordered the extensive training regimen. And had then — here he took some time to curse assorted civilian powers-that-be — been taken away from the training himself so that he could go play diplomat with the Resistance.

He saved a reasonable portion of his silent cursing for Terra-Captain Dannet, whom he’d enjoy giving a kick in the proverbial pants for placing his people in this situation. A few of the Lexington’s well placed sabot rounds could have sent this hulk spiraling down into the sun where anything still twitching in there would never have troubled Jao or human again.

But they wanted to freaking talk to them? Ekhat were howling mad. Even Tully, who had once been dragged along on a mission to parley with the maniac faction that called itself the Interdict, knew that. How could Dannet be deluded enough to think anyone could actually have a conversation with one?

He pulled himself through the opening they had spotted that seemed to lead into the wreck’s interior. It was a big, jagged tear in the alien ship’s wall. From the looks of the damage, the tear had been caused by a massive internal explosion. The walls had been blown outward, not inward. One or more sabot rounds must have ignited something inside the ship when they pierced the walls.

That wouldn’t have been hard to do. One of the vivid memories Tully had of his one visit to a functioning Ekhat vessel was the sheer stink of the thing. The interior of Ekhat ships were filled with organic compounds that no human or even Jao commander would have tolerated for a moment. Leaving aside the stench, such poorly-contained substances were dangerous. But leave it to the Ekhat to fly around the galaxy in what amounted to a gasoline-filled tin can.

And they wanted to talk to these maniacs?

About what? “Why are you crazy, Mr. Ekhat?” If they got an answer, it would be incomprehensible anyway.

A large number of his soldiers were already inside the wreck. Most of them, in fact; Tully’s “lead” had turned into a trail in the course of his clumsy suit-jetting across from the assault craft.

“The area is secure, sir,” said Lieutenant Miller.

Tully took a little time to look around. What seemed to be green emergency lights glimmered along the curving walls, providing a minimal sickly illumination. They appeared to be in a hangar of some kind, judging from the cavernous size of the room and its contents. The interior was littered with twisted hulks that might have once been small ships, all drifting in a giant mishmash because the artificial gravity had failed. It looked like an automobile junkyard put through a giant blender. Bodies of creatures floated here and there.

One of them was recognizably Ekhat, despite being very badly damaged. The sheer size of the carcass was enough to establish its identity. According to the Jao, no other sapient species that they’d ever encountered was even close to being the physical size of the Ekhat. But most of the corpses were obviously not Ekhat. They were the torn and mangled bodies of creatures smaller than humans. Gray bodies, from what Tully could see through tears in their covering; long torsos, stubby arms and legs. The one face he could see that wasn’t badly damaged reminded him of a weird cross between a caterpillar’s head and that of an English bulldog.

But, no matter the species, the corpses had all suffered severe decompression on top of a lot of battle damage and were, in a word, disgusting. Gore, some of it a viscous white, but mostly an unsettling off-shade of red, drifted in globules through the debris.

Even Tully, who had fought with the Resistance for years and seen his share of death and injuries, found his stomach queasy. Focus! he told himself.

“All right, people. Let’s move out toward that opening over there.” Realizing, as soon as he said the words, that many of his soldiers couldn’t see where he was pointing, he added: “Ten o’clock from the opening we came through.”

“What is ‘ten o’oclock’?” demanded one of the Jao, mangling the English term badly. It sounded like Kaln’s voice.

Tully tried to find a Jao equivalent but couldn’t. “Never mind,” he said. “Miller, take the lead. The rest of you, just follow.”

The redheaded lieutenant led her unit toward the distant opening. “Look for ones in spacesuits,” Tully added. “Nothing could have survived in here without one.”

“Yes, sir,” said Miller patiently. The tone of her voice, though, practically dripped exasperation for superior officers who insisted on stating the obvious.

Tully chuckled. Damn, he liked that woman. Too bad they were in the same chain of command.

A strobing green flash suddenly came out of somewhere. Near the dark opening, but not from within it. The laser blast charred a strut not far from Miller’s head. She ducked into cover immediately, behind one of the wrecked vehicles in the hangar, and so did the soldiers following her. Swearing, Tully jetted toward them and tried to spot the attacker in there amongst the flotsam.

“We got a live one!” someone shouted. The rest of the jinau took cover behind chunks of wrecked vehicles. That wasn’t always easy, because everything in there down to the smallest piece of scrap was in motion.

Before Tully could spot the location of the sniper, it all became a moot point. A wave of small white-suited forms wearing jet harnesses appeared from the far end. More green energy beams speared the dimness. A human screamed, but Tully couldn’t tell who was hit.

Tully took cover himself, behind a nearby half-destroyed… whatever-it-was. For all he knew, the Ekhat equivalent of an oversized toaster oven. His jinau were already returning fire. A lot of fire, way more than was coming at them.

Tully was pretty sure they weren’t facing anything worse than a hastily organized sally by a few survivors. They might all be slaves — Anj, they were called — with not a single Ekhat among them. But from this angle and distance, he couldn’t really tell anything. He kicked his jets back on and began working his way through the debris field, trying to get a glimpse of what, or who, had come at them.

He wasn’t any more adept at maneuvering the suit through an enclosed space cluttered with haphazard wreckage than he had been maneuvering it through the vastness of space. But at least his clumsiness wasn’t so blindingly obvious to anyone watching.

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5 Responses to THE CRUCIBLE OF EMPIRE — Snippet 65

  1. saul says:

    The L’s have a great potential plan here. They board the EK ship, present themselves to the new aliens as captured enemies of the EK’s. That way, they get to evaluate the new aliens, without revealing the fact that they were in a tiny ship thats probably local. Prisoners could have been captured anywhere, so it does not expose their homeworld. (barring gitmo style interrogations of course). Actually, to really do this, they should jettion their ship to get rid of the evidence….not likely I know :)

  2. Tabasco says:

    Thing is, do the Ekhat ever take prisoners? The Jao certainly don’t seem to think so, and I would think that anyone claiming to be one would be in for a fair amount of suspicion.

  3. saul says:

    Probably not. But then again, as far as the L know, the new aliens might not know that. Also, they don’t normally negotiate……but sometimes do. As long as there are some exceptions to the rules they might get away with it.

  4. dac says:

    if they saw the Jao and humans in “harmony” would they?

  5. robert says:

    Four part harmony might do it…a barbershop quartet?

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