Vertigo: Aurora Rising Book Two (37 page)

But it just might have been worth it. Time would tell. Nudged and prodded when necessary by details Meno fed her from his study of the data on the aliens, the motley crew of billionaires and wunderkinds had eventually generated decent suggestions on how to fight them.

She grimaced. Her neck and the small of her back ached painfully. She elbowed off the wall while rubbing at her neck and went to find Governor Ledesme.

After several false trails she finally succeeded in locating her in an upper-floor conference room, where she consulted with members of her cabinet. Upon being alerted to Mia’s presence, the governor excused herself from the meeting and indicated for Mia to follow her to her office.

As soon as the door slid shut the woman spun around and regarded her with a mix of hope, desperation and expectancy. “Tell me you have good news, Ms. Requelme.”

“Possibly. The best news we’re going to have until we know a lot more about these aliens, anyway.” She handed over a disk, but knowing the governor’s time was now in even greater demand, tried to recite the highlights.

“Readings suggest the ships use a dynamic shielding system displaying an extremely high-frequency oscillation. Given those characteristics, it’s likely to adjust relative levels in different areas in reaction to threats. At its strongest the shield will be impossible to penetrate using our current technology, but if one were to bombard a superdreadnought with coordinated fire on one side to draw the shield strength, another ship might be able to breach the now weaker shielding from a different position and inflict some damage.”

She had begun wandering haphazardly around the office; she hoped the governor didn’t mind. “The ships are made out of a previously unknown material, but the closest analogue is lonsdaleite diamond. It’s certain to be extremely hard—harder than anything we can manufacture. If it were lonsdaleite, a pinpoint hit with a minimum of thirty MN force at an angle of 17-21 degrees should exploit its brittleness and cause it to fracture. No guarantees, but it’s worth a shot.

“Everyone—well eighty-five percent of everyone—agrees the aliens are communicating on a high terahertz band between 2.7-3 THz. On the disk are specs for several waveforms which may succeed in disrupting the terahertz signals to a lesser or greater extent. Direct them at a ship and see what happens.”

She paused for a quick breath of air then continued. “The arms of the small ships don’t appear to be critical for flight. Based on close examination of the images, we think it’s possible they direct and/or focus beams originating from the oculi located at their cores. So shooting the arms off won’t disable them but it could render their weaponry less effective.

“The oculi, however, may represent a structural weakness. They possess the same shielding as the superdreadnoughts though, and it’ll be difficult to manipulate the shield due to their comparatively small size. A substantial minority of the group believes the shield will go down while they’re firing, so perhaps a skilled fighter pilot can take one out and survive the encounter.”

Her shoulders sagged in exhaustion. “And that’s all we’ve got. I realize most of it is geared toward a firefight scenario, but hopefully you can use some of the ideas to adapt the array ware to our advantage.”

Ledesme smiled; a politician’s smile, but it seemed genuine. “This is marvelous, Mia.”

“It wasn’t only me or even mostly me, and you’re the one who convinced a number of particularly recalcitrant men and women to dig in, lose sleep and find answers.”

“Still, thank you.” The governor crossed to her desk. Though she must be losing sleep herself, her cream brocaded suit displayed not a whiff of wrinkles or over-usage. “So the question is, beyond your suggestion regarding the array, what do we do with this information?”

The woman had left behind a room full of advisors, of whom Mia was not one. “Are you asking my opinion, ma’am?”

“I am. Clearly there’s more to you than a successful businesswoman and you haven’t been afflicted by the disease of political blindness.”

The news about Messium had broken the morning before. Coupled with the vanishing of now eighteen colonies off the exanet, the citizens of the Milky Way were indeed beginning to panic. She’d had scant time to follow the news but had seen several reports of stampedes at spaceports and press conferences turned riotous.

“If it were up to me? I would very publicly provide the information to both the Alliance and Senecan militaries, as well as the leaders of the independent colonies. One, they need it—doing so could save lives. Two, it keeps Romane from being forced into picking a side. Three, it highlights the best aspects of Romane and its citizens—ingenuity, creativity, productiveness, intellect, generosity. It shows what individuals can do when given freedom and the fruits of their labor. Don’t be afraid to say that in the press statement because it happens to be true.”

Ledesme looked impressed. Mia wished she wasn’t too tired to properly appreciate it. “We maintain our freedom, strengthen our public profile as the best and strongest of the independent colonies, and shame both the Federation and the Alliance a little in the process. Coinciding with the fact it appears the blockade is cracking—I imagine those ships are needed elsewhere now—we stand to gain a great deal, assuming we live through this crisis. I’ll say it again, Ms. Requelme. You would make a skilled politician.”

“Well, if we live through this crisis, I’ll give it some thought. But for now I’m going to concentrate on the living part.”

“As are we all.” For a second the governor allowed her own weariness to show, and Mia had the idle thought perhaps one day they would be friends. “These are dark, difficult times. But here we stand. I’m sending you my personal contact address. If you should receive any new information, I’d greatly appreciate a heads up. No questions asked.”

“Absolutely, ma’am. Good luck. I believe you’re going to need it.”

With that she whirled and headed for the door, the first step in reaching her bed.

39

PORTAL PRIME

U
NCHARTED
S
PACE

T
HE LUSHNESS OF THE FOREST
increased as the steepness of the terrain eased. Colorful flora and fauna provided dashes of color to an endless pelt of clover grass.

The trees remained the primary decor, however, and they were increasingly fighting their way through dense woods. Though these mountains flowed at a moderate gradient rather than soaring up to craggy peaks, it was still high terrain.

“I killed my first man in some woods not unlike these.” Caleb didn’t peek over to see Alex’s reaction or determine whether she wanted him to continue. He needed to continue.

“It wasn’t as an agent. I was sixteen, working for the Senecan Wilderness Service for the summer repairing sensors and monitoring equipment. Late one evening, I was searching for a good place to camp for the night when I heard a cry.”

Not a cry…a keening wail conveying agony to chill his heart.

“I headed in the direction it came from and saw a man kneeling next to the corpse of an
elafali
. It’s a species native to Seneca…the closest equivalent is probably an elk or a moose. They’re endangered—rare to begin with and weakened by colonization—but they have these gorgeous spiral horns the color of pearled coral so poachers hunt them as prizes. The horns and sometimes the entire skull are sold as trophies on the black market.”

The animal’s guts were spilling out into the dirt, gleaming a sickly yellow in the evening rays. It had not been a quick or painless death for the creature.

“So this man was in the middle of sawing the horns off with a gamma blade. I could move fairly quietly by then and crept almost on top of him before he saw me. He stood, keeping a hold on the blade, and told me this was none of my business and I should be on my way.

“I responded that hunting elafali was illegal and I needed to report him. It was my job, though I would have done so regardless. He took a step forward and said, ‘You don’t want to do that, boy. I’ll ask you one more time to be on your way or we will have a problem.’”

The trees began to grow thicker, creating shade and cooling the air. He considered suggesting she get out the pullover he’d brought her from the ship…but she didn’t look to be shivering, not yet.

“I said ‘I’m sorry, but I can’t ignore this,’ and he lunged toward me. The guy was big, twelve centimeters taller than me and thirty kilos heavier.”

In the dim light he hadn’t been able to tell how much represented muscle and how much fat, not as if it mattered. He was a skinny kid just beginning to build muscles from the physical labor the job entailed, and the man would have crushed him either way.

“I kept a small Daemon on me because dangerous wildlife did roam the forests—not the elafali, which weren’t aggressive unless you threatened their young, but other animals. I reacted on instinct, drew it and fired. At such close range it sliced his chest wide open. The guy fell dead at my feet.”

He sensed her eyes boring into him and was unable to not glance over, but they showed only compassion. “You had no choice.”

“No. I didn’t.”

“What happened?”

“I gagged. Would’ve lost my dinner except I hadn’t eaten it yet. Then I alerted the authorities and sat down beside the corpse to wait. Not the man’s corpse, the elafali. It was such a beautiful creature, to be butchered for credits so some potentate could decorate his dining room with it….”

He’d carefully closed the eyes of the dead elafali, his hands shaking like a junkie desperate for a fix.

She squeezed his hand, encouraging him to continue.

“I suspect I was in shock for the first ten minutes or so. I don’t really remember them. Eventually I started pondering this man. Who he might be? Whether he left behind a family or kids? Whether anyone would miss him? But I realized I wasn’t sorry I had killed him. I was sorry he’d chosen to attack me, but he made the choice, and the hundred before it which led to that moment. And suddenly I was angry.

“How dare he try to take my life from me? He didn’t have the right to take the animal’s life and he damn sure didn’t have the right to take mine. He was a bully and a sadist who killed without the empathy to understand the consequences of his actions.”

He reigned in the intensity bleeding into his voice, surprised to be getting worked up about the event all over again some twenty-three years later. Perhaps it was because now someone or thing was trying to take the lives of everyone. Perhaps it was merely the familiarity of the woods.

“It worked out fine. The elafali carcass and the blade with the man’s fingerprints coating it were sufficient to convince the authorities I’d acted in self-defense. They brought me to the station for the formalities and my parents fussed over me for a day or so. Then it was back to life as normal.”

Their pace had slackened to an ambling stroll, and she placed a hand on his arm. “Is that why you got into your line of work?”

“What?” He forced an amused breath. “No. I told you, I got into it for the adventure.”

“I know, but…is it possible the encounter represented a formative experience? In your profession you’re able to stop a lot of unsavory people who believe they have the right to take from others—their money, their possessions, often their lives.”

He left the path to lean against a nearby tree. Was she correct? He enjoyed what he did because of the thrill of the chase, the challenge of each new mission and the confidence of being better than his targets.

But he couldn’t deny a powerful need for justice often invigorated his actions…none more so than when he eliminated the majority of the Humans Against Artificials terrorist group. They had murdered Samuel, and others before him.

If he thought about it now, he recalled at least a dozen missions through the years which had been heavily laced with a desire to exact recompense for harm inflicted. Might his life have taken a different path if he hadn’t discovered the poacher in the woods that night?

And he called himself self-aware. Yet she already saw deeper into him than he could himself. He gave her a diffident smile. “Maybe a little. You fancy yourself insightful?”

She closed the distance to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Hell no, I’m terrible at it.”

“Except when it comes to me.”

“Except when it comes to you.”

“It is a rather beautiful landscape.”

They had arrived at a glade of sorts, a clearing amongst the trees. Vibrant fauna of rust and gold dotted the scenery, in some cases winding up the tree trunks like symbiotic vines. Grass grew in tall blades to blanket the ground. A late afternoon light shone through the tree limbs in diffuse rays.

“It is. It’s also trying to lead us in circles.”

Alex glanced at him, curious. “What do you mean?”

“The topography and flow of the terrain are trying to prod us to circle back.”

“Not a surprise they would have numerous tricks up their sleeves, I suppose. But we’re not letting it, are we?”