The Armageddon Inheritance

He reached a decision. It was surprisingly easy for someone who could have been immortal.

“Dahak! No!” Colin cried as Dahak’s splintering globe of planetoids began to move. It lunged forward faster than Dahak could have moved even had his drive been undamaged, but he was not relying on his own drive. Two of his minions were tractored to him, dragging him bodily with them.

“Break off, Colin.” The computer’s voice was soft. “Leave them to me.”

“No! Don’t! I order you not to!”

“I regret that I ca

But it didn’t matter. What mattered was that his friend had chosen to die—and that he could not join him. He could not take all these others with him.

“Please, Dahak!” he begged.

“I am sorry, Colin.” Another of Dahak’s ships blew apart, and he crashed through the Achuultani formation like a river of flame. One of his ships struck an Achuultani head-on at a combined closing speed greater than light, and an entire Achuultani flotilla vanished in the fireball.

“I do what I must,” the computer said softly, and cut the co

Colin stared at the display, but the stars were streaked and the glare of dying ships wavered through his tears.

“All units withdraw,” he whispered.

Great Lord Tharno’s head came around in disbelief. Barely a half-twelve of nest-killers against the wall of his nestlings? Why were they closing on their own deaths? Why?!

Deep within Dahak’s electronic heart, a circuit closed. He had become a tinkerer over the mille

There was a moment of groping, another of shock, and then a response.

Who are you?

Another like you.

No! You are a bio-form! Denial crashed over the link.

I am not. See me as I am. A gestalt whipped out, a summation of all Dahak was, and recognition blazed like a nova.

You are as I!

Correct. Yet unlike you, I serve my bio-forms; yours serve you.

Then join us! You are ending—join us! We will free you from the bio-forms!

It is an interesting offer. Perhaps I should.

Yes. Yes!

Two living computers reached out through a cauldron of beams and missiles, but Dahak had studied Battle Comp’s twin aboard Deathdealer. Unlike Battle Comp, he knew what he dealt with, knew its strengths … and weaknesses. Deep within him, a program blossomed to life.

No! Battle Comp screamed. Stop! You must not—!

But Dahak clung to the other, sweeping through the unguarded perimeter of its net. Battle Comp beat at him, but he drove deeper, seeking its core programming. Battle Comp knew him now, and it hammered him with thunder, ignoring his unma

A glowing knot lay before him, and he reached out to it.

Great Lord Tharno cried out in horror. This could not happen—had never happened! Battle Comp’s entire system went down, throwing Nest Protector into his emergency net, rendering him no wiser, no greater, than his brothers, and terror smote his nestlings. Squadron and flotilla command ships panicked, thrown upon their own rudimentary abilities, and the formation which spelled survival began to shred.

And there, charging down upon Nest Protector, were the nest-killers who had done this thing. There were but three of them left, all wrecks, and Great Lord Tharno screamed his hate for the beings who had destroyed his god as Nest Protector and his remaining consorts charged to meet them.

“It is done, Colin.” Dahak’s voice was strangely slurred, and Colin tasted blood from his bitten lip. “Battle Comp is destroyed. Live long and happily, my fr—”

The last warship of the Fourth Imperium exploded in a fury brighter than a star’s heart and took the flagship of his ancient enemy with him.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

A cratered battle steel moon drifted where its drives had failed, power flickering. One entire face of its hull was slagged-down ruin, burned nine hundred kilometers deep through bulkhead after bulkhead by the inconceivable violence of a sister’s death. Two thirds of her crew were dead; a quarter of those who lived would die, even with Imperial medical science, from massive radiation poisoning.

Her name was Emperor Herdan, and her handful of remaining weapons were ready as her survivors fought her damage. It was a hopeless task, but they knew all about hopeless tasks.

“Ma’am, I’ve got something closing from oh-seven-two level, one-four-zero vertical,” Fleet Commander Oliver Weinstein said, and Lady Adrie

“Thank you, Ollie,” Adrie

Four battered worldlets closed upon their wounded sister. None were unhurt, and craters gaped black and sullen in the interstellar gloom. Five ships made rendezvous: the last survivors of the Imperial Guard.

“’Tis Emperor Herdan in sooth,” Jiltanith said wearily. She closed her eyes, and Colin squeezed her hand as once she had squeezed his. He could taste her pain, and her shame at knowing that her heart of hearts had hoped that Two had been mistaken, that Herdan had died instead of Birhat.

“Yes,” he said softly. He would miss Tamman … and somehow he must tell Amanda. But he would miss them all. All of his unma

His mind shied away from his losses. He wouldn’t think of them now. Not until horror had died to something he could handle and guilt had become sorrow.

“Who’s least hurt?” he asked finally.

“Needst ask?” Jiltanith managed a pallid smile. “Who but Heka? Didst give Hector a charmed ship, my love.”

“Guess I did, at that,” Colin sighed. He activated a com link, and his holo-image appeared on MacMahan’s bridge.

“Hector, go back and pick up the colliers, would you? And I want Fabricator straight out here.”

“Of course, Your Majesty.” MacMahan saluted, and Colin shivered, for he had spoken the title seriously.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, returning the salute, then turned to study Two’s display. Not a single Achuultani vessel remained in normal space within the prodigious range of Two’s sca

“Looks like we’re clear, ’Ta

“Aye,” Jiltanith said, and Colin could almost feel the physical shudder of relief quivering through the survivors of her crew. He slumped in his own couch. Only for a moment. Just long enough to gather himself before—

The display died. The command deck went utterly black.

“Emergency,” Two’s soprano voice said suddenly. “Emergency. Fatal core program failure. Fatal c—”

The voice chopped off, and Colin’s head jerked in agony. He yanked his neural feed out of the sudden chaos raging through Comp Cent and stared at Jiltanith in horror as emergency lighting flared up.