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“End of one warpdrive generator,” Inskipp said, a sneer in his voice. “They order up another one and that is that.”
“That is not that. Generators are complex and not easy to build. There are very few factories that turn them out because most people are satisfied to buy them from someone else. I am sure the Cliaand have at least one factory, but that can be found and knocked out from space.”
“So they get one from the warehouse.”
“There is a limit to the number they can have, and quite soon the warehouse will be empty. Because we are going to have agents on every planet now ruled by the Cliaand and they are going to blow up every warpdrive generator on every ship on those planets. We won’t have to go anywhere near the home planet. The warpdrive will be knocked out of cargo ships, war ships, any and all within the Cliaand area of control. Nor will they be able to get any from the outside since this is one embargo that it will be easy for the Corps and the cooperating planets to enforce. End of an empire.”
“How?”
“Think, Inskipp, age couldn’t have withered your brain as much as your leathery hide. Angelina gave me the clue. The Cliaandians must keep expanding or perish. They don’t have enough food or raw materials on their single planet to carry on this kind of continual expansion. So they conquer a planet, put it to work on their behalf, then restored and re-supplied go on to bigger and better things. Only not any more. They still have the planets and the materials—but what good are they if they can’t be transported to where they are needed? The expansion will have to stop, and as the ships grow scarce they will have to pull back. Further and further back until they are on their home planet again and that will be the end of that. Any single planet can support itself with raw materials and food, at least enough to survive. But an empire ca
“I think you did it again, my boy, as I knew you would.”
He beamed at me and I winked at Angelina and we drank to that.
Chapter 22
We were standing at the i
“Tear it up.” she said. “If that is from foul Inskipp canceling the one little vacation we have ever had…”
“Relax,” I said, glancing through it quickly. “Our holiday is still safe. “This is from Taze…”
“If that topheavy hussy is still chasing you she is in for trouble.”
“Have no fear, my love. The communication is of a political nature. The results of the first election to be held since the Cliaandian withdrawal are in. The men’s Konsolosluk party has been swept from office and the girls are back at the helm. Taze has been appointed Minister of War, so I don’t think future invasion will be as easy as the last. The psigram further states that we have both been awarded the Order of the Blue Mountains, First Class, and there will be much ceremony and medal pi
“Just see you don’t try going there on your own. Slippery Jim.”
I sighed as the massive outer lock of the spaceship ground open and the militant oompah of band music was carried in by the outside air. The sky was clear and empty of anything other than the puffy white clouds and a copter towing a ba
“Very nice,” I said.
“Urgh urgh,” Bolivar said, or something like that, or was it James who had spoken? They were hard to tell apart and Angelina took a very antipathetic view towards my suggestion that we paint a B on one little forehead and J on the other. Just for a while. She bent over their tiny forms in the robopram, tucking in blankets and doing other unessential maternal things. Only I knew that she had a gun in her girdle and a knife in the nappies. My Angelina is just as motherly as any female tiger: she takes care of her cubs but also keeps her claws sharp just in case. Pity the poor kidnapper who tried to swipe the diGriz babies!
“That’s an improvement over the usual rattling escalator,” I said, pointing to the platform outside.
A shipyard repair stage had been polished and decorated with flags and turned into a passenger elevator. It not only held all the people disembarking but there was plenty of room left over for the military band. Who were now thumping and trumpeting and generally having a good time. We strolled out onto the platform and the robopram rolled after us. James—or was it Bolivar?—tried to hurl himself out of it but a padded tentacle pushed him back to the pillows.
“It doesn’t look so bad,” Angelina said, looking out across the spaceport to the city while the stage slowly descended. “I can’t understand what you were complaining about.”
“Let’s say the reception was a bit different last time I was here. Isn’t that a pleasant sight?”
I pointed to the row upon row of abandoned spaceships, the streaks of rust on their sides visible even from here.
“Very nice,” she said, not looking, tucking in an infant that the robopram had already done an excellent job on. Like all new fathers I was more than a little jealous of the attention lavished on the kiddies, and I looked forward to the next joint assignment when I might get a little closer to center stage in her affections. I was being broken to the marriage harness and, despite my basic loathings and thrashings, was begi
“Isn’t that dangerous?” Angelina asked as we reached the ground and the double row of soldiers of the honor guard snapped to attention with a resounding crash and clatter. There must have been at least a thousand of them and each one was armed with a gaussrifle.
“Weapons have been incapacitated, that was part of the agreement.”
“But can we trust them?”
“Absolutely. One thing they know how to do is take orders.”
We strolled on towards the reception buildings, between the rows of gaudy glittering soldiers, erect as statues with their rifles at present arms.
“I’ll show you,” I said and led her over to the nearest soldier while the pram turned to follow us. He was tall, erect, big-jawed, steel-eyed, everything a soldier should be.
“Right shoulder-HARMS!” I barked in my best parade ground ma
“Inspection… wait for it… HARMS!”
He snapped the weapon down across his chest and with a double clack-clack opened the inspection port and extended the rifle. I seized it and looked inside the receiver. Spotless. I held it up to the sky and looked down the barrel and saw only unrelieved blackness.
“There’s something blocking the barrel.”
“Yes, sir. Orders, sir.”
“What is it?”
“Lead, sir. Melted it and poured it in myself.”
“An excellent weapon. Carry on trooper.” I hurled it back at him and be caught and rattled it efficiently. There was something about him.
“Don’t I know you, trooper?”
“Perhaps, sir, I’ve done duty on many planets. I was a colonel once.
There was a distant glint in his eyes when he said this, but it quickly faded. Of course. I hadn’t recognized him without his beard. He was the officer that Kraj had watching me, who tried to shoot me when we first landed on Burada.
“I knew that man, high ranking officer,” I told Angelina as we strolled on.
“Very little chance for that kind of work now. He should be happy he has a job that keeps him out in the fresh air. It’s amazing that they all seem to be taking it so well.”