The Insurrection

On the heels of that discovery came more bad news. While the survivors of the rebels' opening fighter strike returned to their hangars to rearm, the equally-strong second strike ignored Remko to converge on Stoner and his decimated fighters. A tidal wave of fighter missiles overpowered the point defense of Stoner's flagship, and a Code Omega message flashed on the plot with sickening sudde

He outlined the situation in a few brief sentences, then looked squarely at the face of his embattled screen commander.

"It's vital that you hit those carriers hard-preferably while their first wave is aboard rearming. That means close engagement. I repeat, close." He paused, then leaned closer to the pickup. "Scan, you're in command of the screen because I happen to think you're the most aggressive combat commander in the Fleet. Now prove it!" Remko stared back at him unmovingly for long, long seconds as the transmission winged through space.

His face reminded Trevayne of one of Kevin's quotes from the American Civil War--a description of General U. S. Grant: "He habitually wears an expression as ff he had determined to drive his head through a brick wall and was about to do it." Remko wore that kind of expression as he rumbled "Aye, aye, sir." Then he blurted out, "Admiral, I'm go

"Well." Trevayne turned to Yoshinaka and smiled. "Whoever said Scan isn't eloquent?" Then he shook himself as the rebels approached SBM range.

"See if you can pick Kevin's brains while you're there." The intelligence center was Sanders' battle station.

"And hurry back. Things could get a bit tight in the next few minutes." Yoshinaka nodded again and stepped into the car. The doors closed, and Trevayne turned back toward his command chair and the battle as the first rebel SBM salvos began to launch. Most seemed targeted on Nelson. Yes, he thought, they'll try to begin by destroying one supermonitor, to show their people it can be done.

"Message from Admiral Petrovna, sir.

The Rim screen isn't breaking off. She's taking heavy missile fire." "Thank you, Bob." Han said calmly, watching the plot. She'd hoped the screen would fall back, for her ruse had been intended to destroy Trevayne's fighters and get her own battle-line in range of his without being devastated by long-range missile fire--not to match Magda against the screen in a ship-to-ship action. But it wasn't working out that way. The bickering fight had turned suddenly even more vicious, and that screen commander had kept his wits about him. The worst thing he could possibly do, from her viewpoint, was get in among her carriers and wreck those launch bays. Well, it had always been a possibility.

That was why Magda held that command. Anyone who went after her in close action was reaching into a buzz saw.

Hah only hoped that Magda wouldn't be among the chips chewed off by the blade.

"Signal to Admiral Windrider," she said suddenly. "Launch reserve strike immediately." The escort carri tilde ers and hangar "barges" hidden among the asteroids were supposed to be the final reserve as well as the rear jaw of the trap, but the Rim screen was doing too good a job of closing with Magla; she would need to retain most of her fighter strength to fend off those cruisers, and the diver- sion had to be made up from Jason's units.

"Aye, aye, sir." "Coming into SBM range, Admiral," Tsing Chang said calmly. "Captain Parbleu has a good setup." "Then you may open fire, Admiral." "Aye, aye, sir. Opening fire now." And Arrarat bucked as BG 9's XO racks emptied in a single massive volley.

The vast majority of the SBM'S targeting Nelson were stopped by BG I's awesome array of datalinked point defense stations--comb the laws of chance dictated that some would always get through, and the incoming salvos were massive. Nelson's dying shields were centered in a vortex of nuclear flame, and under those torrents of energy, the supermonitor's massive rmor boiled.

Her shields went down, and more salvos scorched in, seeking to exploit her weakening defenses.

Again, most were stopped. But dozens slid through the lattice-like intricacies of her point defense lasers and immolated themselves against her drive field in fireballs which gouged at her gargantuan hull.,, Glowing craters pitted her armor, snapped structural members, wiped away weapons... and perso

Profiting from the confision caused by the hit, a second missile from the same salvo drew dangerously close before it detonated--not a hit, but a near miss which flooded adjacent space with lethal radiation. The rent armor of the stricken flag bridge couldn't shield the survivors from death, but again, Trevayne was lucky. The chair behind which he lay gave him some protection. The radiation poisoning he received was not fatal... instantly.

Genji Yoshinaka gasped as his suit pressurized. He'd been thrown against the wall of the intraship car by the concussion, but he was dazed only briefly and he heaved himself upright and slammed his fist on the override button. The buckled doors were jammed, and his hand went to the laser pistol by his side. He blasted the doors aside, cutting his way back onto the flag bridge the car had only just begun to leave... and into a scene from Hell.

Bodies sprawled amid the twisted, blackened metal Acrid smoke streamed toward the hungry rents through which atmosphere screamed into space, and severed cables lashed the escaping air like bullwhips, crackling and spitting and fountaining fire.

Yoshinaka's body responded before his numbed mind could understand. He snatched the nearest emergency kit and flung himself at the crumpled figure beside the admiral's chair. His hands moved with machine-like efficiency, slapping seals on the partially collapsing vac suit, and even as he worked he spoke calmly to the battlephone microphone in his helmet.

"Doctor Yuan to the flag bride! Damage control to the flag bridge! Use the emergency bypass route. Captain Mujabi, have corn raise Admiral Desai. Inform her she's in command.., details to follow." And then there was nothing he could do but wait, kneeling at the side of the semi-conscious figure in the IsvaRwcror fleet admiral's vac'suit with the blood-misted faceplate. He was still there when Doctor Yuan arrived.

"More hits on the primary target, sir," Tomanaga reported. "Her drive field is weakening and her fire's almost ceased. Permission to shift target?" "Granted." "Parnassus reports critical HBM damage, sir. She's withdrawing." "Acknowledge." Hah glanced at the' blinking data codes under the crippled superdreadnought's blip. Parnassus was done for--ff she had time to withdraw before she went Code Omega it would be a miracle.

"BG 14 reports loss of both escort destroyers, sir. Admiral Iskan requests additional fighter support." "Denied. We don't have it to spare. Tell him to tail in behind BG 16 aeaful, use them for cover." "Aye, aye, sir.

"External ordnance exhausted, sir. Closing to energy range. Force beams and primaries in range in two minutes." "Very well. Signal Admiral Kanohe: "Destroyers attack enemy line of battle." Signal all battle-lines units: "Stand by to engage with beams."" "Standing by, sir." "Admiral Tsing, your group will engage the enemy's lead battlegroup." "Aye, aye, sir." Sonja Desai was speaking to her chief of staff when Joeaa, quin Sandoval almost ran onto Togo's bridge.