The End of All Things (35 page)

“There is the minor detail that the plan didn’t work,” Balla said. “The Conclave survived.”

“But the Conclave wasn’t the same after that,” I pointed out. “Before Roanoke, the Conclave was this dauntingly large force that was impossible to fight. After Roanoke, there was an open rebellion and there was the first assassination attempt on General Gau, their leader. Those tensions never went away, and Gau was in fact later assassinated. We were there for it. You can lay out a path from Roanoke to Gau’s death. The Conclave today is what the Colonial Union made it. Which also means in some way the Colonial Union helped create the conditions that make Equilibrium possible.”

“And now Equilibrium is shaping the Colonial Union,” Abumwe said.

“It’s certainly making the effort, yes.”

“There is some irony to that.”

I nodded at this. “And the thing we have to remember is that it’s doing it for its own purposes.” I pointed in the direction of the very small room in which we were currently keeping Khartoum’s prime minister. “Okada and his government got sold a bill of goods by Equilibrium, which attacked us. But it’s not Equilibrium who is being punished, it’s Khartoum.”

“When you lay down with dogs, you get fleas,” Hart said.

“Yes. I’m not defending Okada’s act. He and the planet wouldn’t be in the position they are today if he and his government hadn’t let Equilibrium through the door. But Equilibrium got what it wanted out of the exchange. More Colonial Union oversight means more resentment of the Colonial Union, not just here, but everywhere that finds out about it.”

“The Colonial Union holds a virtual monopoly on information,” Balla said.

“It did,” I agreed. “It doesn’t anymore. And, leaving aside the general philosophical issue with a single source bottlenecking every bit of communication for its own purposes, that presents its own problems.”

“Like Equilibrium creating its own version of events here on Khartoum and presenting it to the other colonies,” Abumwe said.

“Right again,” I said. “Which goes back again to my point about Equilibrium maximizing its efforts. It doesn’t take a lot for them to leverage mistrust of the Colonial Union into the appearance of being a fair dealer to the colonial worlds.” I pointed to Abumwe. “You said we don’t have much time. I think it’s more correct to say that we’re already out of time. Equilibrium is almost certainly already out there selling its version of events, and when it shows a feed of all our ships floating above the surface of Khartoum, that’s just going to act as confirmation to the rebellious colonies.”

“How do we know about the rebellious colonies?” Balla asked.

“The Colonial Union is not entirely without friends on the colony worlds,” Abumwe said. “Or in their governments. We have had people feeding us information for a while now.”

“And we never did anything on it? We let it get to this point?”

“With the politics of the colony worlds the Colonial Union prefers to do things as quietly as possible, until they can’t be handled quietly anymore.” Abumwe shrugged. “It worked before, for decades. The Colonial Union is resistant to change. And at the top there’s the belief that things can still be managed quietly. That we will be able to control the actions of the colonies.”

“That’s not working out very well at this point, Ambassador,” Balla said.

“No, it isn’t,” Abumwe agreed.

“And we knew nothing about Equilibrium’s involvement.”

“Remember that one of the prime movers of Equilibrium turned out to be a highly placed member of our State Department,” I said, to Balla. “It’s entirely possible that what we thought we knew about the independence movements on the colony worlds was based on highly edited information. And once Ocampo was retaken, Equilibrium would naturally change tactics. That would be my guess, anyway.”

Balla turned to me. “Have you always had this sort of paranoid mind?”

I smiled. “Captain, the problem is not that I’m paranoid. The problem is that the universe keeps justifying my paranoia.”

Abumwe turned her attention back to me. “So, your analysis, paranoid or otherwise, is that this encounter was a success for Equilibrium.”

“Yes,” I said. “It wasn’t perfect; I think they would have liked to have destroyed the
Tubingen,
killed everyone aboard, made it look like the Khartoumian government was entirely responsible for it all, and have us none the wiser for it. But as it is, they’ll be able to sell their version to people who are receptive to hear it. Equilibrium’s been working on a strategy of making us look deceptive and dissembling for a while now. It works because we are, in fact, deceptive and dissembling.”

“What’s their next step, then?” Hart asked.

“I think that may be the lieutenant’s point,” Abumwe said. “They don’t have to have a next step. They just have to wait for us to do what we always do, the way we always do it.”

I nodded. “Why do the work to destabilize us when we’ll do it for ourselves.”

“But there still has to be a
point
to it,” Balla said, to Abumwe. She turned to me. “Look, Lieutenant, I understand that you are deeply enthusiastic about this convoluted web of actions that you’re spinning. I’m not going to say that it’s wrong. But Equilibrium isn’t doing this just for the fun of it. They’re not nihilists. There has to be a point. There has to be a plan. This has to
lead
to something.”

“It leads to the end of all things,” I said. “Or less dramatically, to either or both the Colonial Union and the Conclave fracturing, and the return of every species in our local slice of space being constantly at war with each other.”

“I still don’t know why anyone would want that,” Hart said.

“Because it worked really well for some people,” I said. “Let’s not lie, Hart. It worked really well for us. For humans. And more specifically for the Colonial Union. A system of government, stable for centuries, predicated on killing the shit out of everyone else and taking their land. That’s practically the modus operandi of every successful human civilization to date. No wonder some of us wanted to return to it, even at the risk of destroying the Colonial Union itself. Because if we got back, we’d be meaner than ever before.”

“Unless we weren’t, and were just wiped out instead.”

“Well, there is that. You can’t make an omelet without breaking eggs, but you also have to make sure that what’s inside the egg makes it to the pan.”

“I … don’t know what that means,” Hart said.

“It means destroying the Colonial Union isn’t a trivial act for the survival of the human race,” I said. “We might not have time to think up something new before we’re wiped out.”

“That’s what I said,” Hart pointed out. “More compactly.”

“Whether or not it leads to the end of all things is not my concern right now,” Balla said. “My concern is the next
specific
thing that Equilibrium is going to do, or wants to have happen.”

“I think it’s something to do with the planets that are planning to announce their independence,” I said.

“I agree,” Abumwe said.

“Okay, that’s great,” Balla said. “What, exactly?”

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Isn’t that why you questioned those Rraey and the prime minister? To find those things out?”

“We found out a lot,” I said. “Just not that.”

“Maybe you should try again.”

“You might be right,” I said. “Specifically, I want to try another pass at Commander Tvann.”

“You going to still try to be his friend?” Abumwe asked. “I don’t see that being a very effective tactic.”

“The point of the first session wasn’t to make him my friend. It was to make him not fear me.”

“And what do you plan to do now?” Balla asked.

“I’m going to introduce him to something he actually
might
fear,” I said.

*   *   *

“I don’t know what these are,” Commander Tvann said, when I handed him a printout. We were back in the same room. I was beginning to get tired of the room, to be entirely honest about it.

“That’s a printout of targets the Colonial Defense Forces are planning to hit sometime very soon,” I said.

Tvann handed it back. “I don’t read your language, and I’m not sure why you would want to show me confidential information in any event.”

“Because in a way you were the inspiration for the list,” I said, and handed him another printout. “Here, this one might be more readable for you.”

Tvann took the list and read it. He read it a second time. Then he set the printout on the table between us.

“I don’t understand,” he said to me.

“It’s simple enough,” I said. “You are Rraey. The Equilibrium crew who you commanded were all Rraey. The crew which you commanded, which took the
Chandler
and killed its crew, were Rraey. The base from which Equilibrium operated until Rafe shot it up and rendered it unusable was formerly a Rraey military base, until your species abandoned it and the system it was in. You are seeing a pattern here, I trust.”

“It’s a false pattern.”

“It could be,” I admitted. “However, the top brass of the Colonial Defense Force doesn’t think so. They’re pretty well convinced at this point that the Rraey—your government—is actively involved with Equilibrium. It’s not the only one, to be sure. We have enough evidence of that. But time and again we see Rraey participation in ways we don’t see other species participating. It is, shall we say, statistically significant.”

“You and the Conclave drove millions of us out of work and out of our homes,” Tvann said. “Of course you will see lots of us involved in Equilibrium.”

I smiled. “It might interest you to know that’s the very rationale Specialist Lau gave for joining up. And I’m not saying it’s wrong. I am saying it’s not an argument that’s going to convince the CDF that your government isn’t offering material assistance to Equilibrium.”

I pointed to the printout. “So the CDF has decided to act. Equilibrium is difficult to find—it’s designed to be that way, I know—so we’ve decided to stop looking and to go straight to the source, as it were. Those are the first-wave targets we’re going to hit on the Rraey worlds. Mostly military and industrial sites, as you can see, but also shipping and processing sites. The plan is to make it more difficult for you to equip and assist Equilibrium.”

“You’ll also destroy our infrastructure and cause millions to starve.”

“Our analysts agree with the first. Not so much to the second. That will happen with the second wave of targets, however, if Equilibrium keeps up its attacks.”

“If Equilibrium keeps hitting you after your first set of targets, then it should be obvious that the Rraey are not equipping us.”

“Like I said, we know the Rraey aren’t the only ones chipping in with Equilibrium. But we think it’s the primary one. And aside from the value of snapping off that primary supply line, we think it sends a fine warning to everyone else: You may be using Equilibrium to destroy the Colonial Union, but we’re still strong enough to take you down with us.”

“When will you do this?”

“The thinking is there’s no reason to wait,” I said. “The operation is in motion as we speak. In fact, some of the ships that were being tasked here at Khartoum are being reassigned to this. It’s become the CDF’s top priority now.”

“It’s genocide.”

“I think you might be surprised at how little you and I differ in this opinion, Commander Tvann. But I have to tell you that I’m not the one you need to make that argument to. This is a discussion that’s taking place far above either of our heads.”

“No,” Tvann said. “You wouldn’t have come to me with this if there was nothing you wanted from me.”

“I do have something I want from you,” I agreed. “I want you to tell me Equilibrium’s strategy for Khartoum and the other colonies. Tell me and convince me that this is something we can better direct our attention to than that list of targets.” I pointed to the printout again. “You have no reason to trust me but I will make you this promise regardless: Help me convince them and I will do everything I can to shift their focus.”

“What
can
you do?” Tvann said. “You’re a lieutenant.”

“I am,” I said. “But I am an unusually well-placed lieutenant.”

Tvann was silent, and, I suspect, skeptical.

“Commander,” I said. “Let me be clear. The Colonial Defense Forces has made a decision. It’s going to hit something, and it’s going to hit something hard. And what it’s going to hit is whatever is directly in front of it. Right now, that’s the Rraey planets. You know that the CDF is weaker than it used to be. But the Rraey are weaker even than that, and when the CDF hits your people, it’s going to knock them back as close to the Stone Age as possible. A lot of your people are going to suffer. The only way this doesn’t happen—the
only
way, Commander—is if we have something else to hit instead. Give me something else they can hit. Help me, Commander.”

An hour later I emerged from the room. Hart was waiting for me, along with a pair of CDF soldiers waiting to escort Tvann back to the brig.

“You got everything you needed?” he asked.

“What, you weren’t out here recording?”

“After you mocked me for it the last time I decided there were other things I could be doing with my time.”

“Yes, I think I got everything I needed.” I nodded to the soldiers, who entered the room. I motioned to Hart to walk with me.

“He didn’t catch on.”

“That I was bluffing about the Rraey targets? No. I sold it well enough. It helps that it was exactly the sort of thing the CDF would do.”

“So now what?”

“So now we go tell Abumwe,” I said. “And then, I suspect, we head back to Phoenix Station and tell a whole bunch of other people. And then maybe find a hole to hide in.”

“Why? I thought Tvann told you what Equilibrium is planning.”

“He did,” I said.

“Well? And?”

I stopped and turned to look at my friend. “And if everything he told me is true, Hart, then we’re all kind of magnificently fucked.”

I started walking again. Hart stayed stationary, staring at me as I walked away.

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