Mutineer's Moon

“Check,” she said, and he blinked. “Stand thou by … Captain.”

It was the first time she’d responded to one of his readiness reports. That was what he thought first. And then the title she’d finally given him registered.

He was still wondering what her concession meant when their fighter launched.

Chapter Fourteen

Jiltanith was good.

Colin had recognized her skill and, still more, her natural affinity for her task, even in the simulator. Now she took them up the long, carefully camouflaged tu

The stars burned suddenly, like chips of ice above them, and a strange exhilaration filled Colin. There was a vibrant new strength in the side—band trickles of his computer links, burning with Jiltanith’s bright, fierce sense of flight and movement. For a time, at least, she was free. She was one with her fighter as she roamed the night sky, free to seek out her enemies, and he felt it in her, like a flare of joy, made still stronger by her hunger for vengeance and aptness for violence. For the first time since they’d met, he understood her perfectly and wondered if he was glad he did, for he saw himself in her. Less driven, perhaps, less dark and brooding, not honed to quite so keen an edge, but the same.

The mutineers had been no more than an obstacle when he returned from Dahak … but Sean had been alive then. He had lost far less than Jiltanith, seen far fewer friends and family ground to dust in the marooned Imperials’ secret, endless war, but he had learned to hate, and it frightened him to think he could so quickly and easily find within himself so strong a shadow of the darkness that he’d known from the start infused Jiltanith.

He cut off his thoughts, hoping she’d been too enwrapped in the joy of flight to notice them, and concentrated on his own computers. So far, they’d remained within Nergal’s stealth field; from here on, they were on their own.

The Imperial fighter was half the size of a Beagle, a needle-nosed thing of sleek curves and stub wings. Its design was optimized for atmosphere, but the fighter was equally at home and far more maneuverable in vacuum, though none of Nergal’s brood had been there in mille

They swept out over the Pacific, settling to within meters of the swell, and Jiltanith goosed the drive gently. A huge hand pressed Colin back in his couch, and a wake boiled across the water behind them as they streaked south at three times the speed of sound. The G forces were almost refreshing after all this time, like an old friend he’d lost track of since meeting Dahak, but they also underscored Jiltanith’s single glaring weakness as a pilot.

Atmosphere was a less forgiving medium than vacuum. Even at the fighter’s maximum power, friction and compression conspired to reduce its top speed dramatically. There was one huge compensation—by relying on control surfaces for maneuvering rather than depending entirely upon the gravitonic magic of the drive, the same speed could be produced for a far weaker energy signature—but there were always trade—offs. In this case, one was a greater vulnerability to thermal detection and targeting systems as a hull unprotected by a drive field heated, but that was a relatively minor drawback.

The real problem was that the reduced—strength drive couldn’t cancel inertia and the G forces of acceleration. Flying on its atmospheric control surfaces, the deadly little ship was captive to the laws of motion and no more maneuverable than the bodies of its crew could stand, and that was potentially deadly for Jiltanith. If she found herself forced into maneuvering combat against a fully-enhanced Imperial in this performance envelope, she was dead, for she would black out long before her opponent.

Still, MacMahan was almost certainly right. If it came to aerial combat, stealth would not be in great demand. It would become a matter of brute power, cu

Yet the whole object was to avoid any air-to-air fighting. If they were forced to full power, all the ECM in the world couldn’t hide them from Anu’s detectors … which meant they dared not return to Nergal unless they could destroy or shake off any pursuit and drop back into a stealth regime. Trade-offs, Colin thought sourly, checking their airspeed. Always the trade-offs.

They were up to mach four, he noted, and gri

They ought to hit their target in about another seventeen minutes. Strange. He didn’t feel the least bit nervous anymore.

“Coming up on our final turn,” Colin said eleven minutes later.

“Aye,” Jiltanith said softly.

Her voice was dreamy, for Colin wasn’t quite real for her just now. Reality was her dagger—sleek fighter, for she was one with it, seeing and feeling through its sensors. Yet he felt the intensity of her purpose and the cat-sharp clarity of her awareness through his own feeds, and he was content.

They swept through the turn, settling into the groove for the attack run, and Geb and Tamman fell astern, increasing their separation as pla

The huge private estate in the deep, bowl—like valley north of Cuernavaca was the true HQ of both Black Mecca and the Army of Allah in the Americas, though only a very few terrorists knew it. That made it a major operational node, one of the three juiciest targets MacMahan and Jiltanith had been able to identify. Over forty southerners and two hundred of their most trusted Terra-born allies were based there, coordinating a hemisphere’s terrorism, and the estate’s seclusion hid a substantial amount of Imperial equipment. A successful attack on such a target would certainly seem to justify an immediate strike report to their own HQ.

But there was another fractor in MacMahan’s target selection. The “estate’s” geography made it an ideal target for mass missiles, for the valley walls would confine the blast effect and cha

Yet the very importance of the target also meant a greater possibility of serious defenses. If enemy fighter opposition appeared, it was up to Geb and Tamman to pick it off if they could; if they couldn’t, theirs became the far grimmer task of playing decoy to suck the southerners off Colin and onto themselves, and…

“Shit!” Colin muttered, and Jiltanith stiffened beside him as he shunted information to her through a side feed. There were active Imperial sca

Colin tightened internally as he and his computers raced to determine what those sca