Mutineer's Moon

But a whispering quiet returned at last, and Hector MacMahan stood at Colin’s gesture.

MacMahan would never forget the guilt and grief of Operation Stalking-Horse’s civilian casualties. There were fresh lines on his face, fresh white in his dark hair, but he was not immune to the catharsis that had swept the hangar deck. It showed in his eyes and expression as he faced the others.

“All right,” he said quietly, “to business,” and there was instant silence once more.

He touched buttons on the Terran-made keyboard wired into the briefing console, and a detailed holo map glowed to life between the stage and the front row of seats. It hovered a meter off the deck, canted so that its upper edge almost touched the deckhead to give every observer an unobstructed view.

“This,” MacMahan said, “is the southern enclave. It’s absolutely the best data we’ve had on it yet, and we owe it to Ninhursag. We only asked her for the access code; obviously she figured out why and ran the considerable risk of compiling the rest of this for us. If we make it, people, we owe her big.

“Now, as you can see, the enclave is a cavern about twelve kilometers across with the armed parasites forming an outer ring against its walls right here.” He touched another button, and the small holographic ships glowed crimson. “They aren’t permanently crewed and won’t matter much as long as they stay that way; if they lift off, Dahak should be able to nail them easily.

“These, on the other hand”—another group of ships glowed bright, forming a second, denser ring closer to the center of the cavern—”are transports, and they’re going to be a problem. Most of their heavy combat equipment is in them, though Ninhursag was unable to determine how it’s distributed, and most of their perso

“That means the transports are where their people will be concentrated when they realize they’re under attack and that the heaviest counter-attacks are going to come from them. The simplest procedure would be to break into the enclave, pop off a nuke, and get the hell out. The next simplest thing would be to go for the transports with everything we’ve got and blow them apart before any nasty surprises can come out of them. The hardest way to do it is to try to take them ship-by-ship.”

He paused and studied his audience carefully.

“We’re going to do it the hard way,” he said quietly, and there was not even a murmur of protest. “For all we know, many of the people in stasis aboard them would’ve joined us from the begi

“But more than that, we’re going to need them. There are close to five thousand trained, experienced Imperial military perso

“By Ninhursag’s estimates, our Imperials are outnumbered almost ten-to-one, and anyone as paranoid as Anu will have automatic weapons in strategic locations. We’re taking in a force of just over a thousand people, almost all of them Terra-born, but our own Imperials are going to have to be in the van. Our Terra-born are all trained military people, and they’ll have the best mix of Terran and Imperial weaponry we can give them, but they won’t be the equal of Imperials. They can’t be, and, at the absolute best, the fighting is going to be close, hard, and vicious. Our losses—” he swept the watching eyes without flinching “—will be heavy.

“They’re going to be heavy,” he repeated, “but we’re going to win. We’re going to remember every single thing they’ve ever done to us and to our planet and we’re going to kick their asses, but we’re also going to take prisoners.”

There was a formless protest at his words, but his raised hand quelled it.

“We’re going to take prisoners because Ninhursag may not be our only ally inside—we’ll explain that in a moment—and because we don’t know what sort of booby—traps Anu may have arranged and we’ll need guides. So if someone tries to surrender, let them. But remember this: our Senior Fleet Captain has other officers now. We can, and will, convene courts-martial afterward, and the guilty will be punished.“ He said the last three words with a soft, terrible emphasis, and the sound that answered chilled Colin’s blood, but he would not have protested if he could have.

“There’s another point, and this is for our own Imperials,” MacMahan said quietly. “We Terra-born understand your feelings better than you may believe. We honor you and we love you, and we know you’ll be the other side’s primary targets. We can’t help that, and we won’t try to take this moment away from you, but when this is over, we’re going to need you more than we ever needed you before. We’ll need every single one of you for the fighting, including Colin and all the children, but we also need survivors, so don’t throw your lives away! You’re our senior officers; if anything happens to Colin, command of Dahak will devolve on one of you, and taking out the southerners is only the first step. What really matters is the Achuultani. Don’t get yourselves killed on us now!“

Colin hoped the old Imperials heard the raw appeal in his voice, but he also remembered his earliest thoughts about Horus, his fear that the northern Imperials were no longer entirely sane themselves. He’d been wrong—but not very. It wasn’t insanity, but it was fanaticism. They’d suffered a hell on earth for thousands of years to bring this moment about. He knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that even if they heard and understood what Hector was saying, they were going to take chances no cool, calm professional would ever take, and it was going to get all too many of them killed.

“All right,” MacMahan said more normally, “here’s what we’re going to do.

“We’re leaving Nergal right where she is with a skeleton crew. There will be one Imperial, chosen by lot, to command her in an emergency, backed up by just enough trained Terra-born to get her into space. I hate asking any of you to stay behind, but we have no choice. If it all comes apart on us in the south, we’ll take the bastards out with a nuclear demolition charge inside the shield, but that’s going to mean none of us will be coming back.”

He paused to let that sink in, then went on calmly.

“In that case, the remaining crew members are going to have to take Nergal out to rendezvous with Dahak. Dahak will be expecting you and won’t fire as long as you stay clear of Senior Fleet Captain Druaga’s kill zone. You will therefore stop at ten thousand kilometers and transmit Nergal’s entire memory to Dahak, which will include the findings of Senior Fleet Captain MacIntrye’s court-martial and his decree of pardon as Planetary Governor. Once that’s been received by Dahak, you will once more be members of Dahak’s crew and the Imperial Fleet. Nergal’s memory contains the best projections and advice Colin and the Council have been able to put together, but what you actually do after that will be up to you and Dahak.

“But that’s an absolute worst case. Think of it as insurance for something we truly don’t think will happen.

“The rest of us will take every cutter and ground combat vehicle we can muster and move south under stealth. We will take no fighters; they’d be useless inside the enclave, but more importantly, we’ll need every Imperial we have to run our other equipment.