Chapter 1

An Island in the Vac

“ATTENTION UNREGISTERED STARCRAFT! YOU HAVE ENTERED A WAR ZONE! YOU ARE PRESUMED HOSTILE BY MILITARY UNITS OF THE CONFEDERATION OF FREE WORLDS! IDENTIFY YOURSELF IMMEDIATELY OR WE WILL FIRE!”

“ATTENTION STARSHIP P.S. MAIDEN! IT HAS ENTERED AN ACTIVE COMBAT ZONE WITHOUT PERMISSION, IN VIOLATION OF USICOM INTERSTELLAR SHIPPING REGULATIONS! THIS IS DEFCOM ULDO COMMAND! REQUEST AN IMMEDIATE EXPLANATION OF ITS PRESENCE!”

“ATTENTION STARSHIP P.S. MAIDEN! THIS IS DEFCOM ULDO TRAFFIC CONTROL! PROCEED IMMEDIATELY INTO THE ORBIT INDICATED AND DO NOT DEVIATE OR YOU MAY COME UNDER ATTACK BY HOSTILE OR FRIENDLY FORCES! THIS IS AN ACTIVE COMBAT ZONE AND WE CANNOT GUARANTEE ITS SAFETY! PLEASE NOTE THAT ITS ALL-THREAT INSURANCE HAS NOW BEEN CANCELLED!”

“ATTENTION!” the ship informed us briskly, “WE ARE BEING TARGETED FOR ATTACK! LEGION FIGHTERS LOCKING ON! AUTOFIRE AND ANTIMAT TORPEDOES LIVE AND LOCKED! DEFCORPS FIGHTERS ALSO LOCKING ONLOCKED! ARMAMENT LIVE AND LOCKED! SYSTEM STARFLEET CRUISER ALSO LOCKING AND TARGETING! ULDO PORT DOWNSIDE DEFENSIVE SYSTEMS ALSO LOCKING ON AND TARGETING!”

The messages boomed through the Personal Ship Maiden, rattling the cenite walls; they came so fast that there was barely time to breathe, much less respond. We had just exited stardrive, quite a respectable distance from the Uldo System, but apparently not quite far enough. We had plenty of reasons to be worried about our reception, especially from the Legion. The P.S. Maiden was, by now, well known as a slave ship, and there was nothing the Legion liked better than killing slavers. We were hopeful we would get enough time to explain our presence in this particular ship.

“Welcome to Uldo,” Dragon grinned. I could tell he was feeling at home already. Dragon was almost certainly the perfect Legion trooper. War was his natural element. I felt better when he was around, even though I knew he was a professional killer. He had curly black hair, deeply tanned skin and the look of a hungry tiger. He was practically irresistible to the ladies. Colorful tattoos decorated his knuckles and earlobes.

“Attention, Legion units,” Tara called out. “Please hold its fire! This is the Personal Ship Maiden, registered with USICOM. We are a private yacht, transporting a Legion element back to its parent squad. Attention, System units, we are under Legion control and are not here voluntarily. Repeat, we are not hostileplease hold its fire. We are complying with its orbit instructions.” Tara lived a dangerous life. She was on the Legion death list as a notorious slaver, but I knew she was also a secret Legion asset. She was an old friend, a stunningly beautiful, half-Assidic girl with lustrous auburn hair, pale brown flesh and mysterious Assidic eyes. I prayed for her soul, every day of my life.

“ATTENTION SYSTEM STARSHIP P.S. MAIDEN ! MAINTAIN YOUR COURSE TO THE REQUESTED ORBIT! PREPARE TO BE BOARDED BY LEGION UNITS!”

“Confirm, Legion. We are maintaining course.”

“Lookthere’s Uldo!” Whit called out. It loomed dead ahead in the bridge viewport, a tiny, shimmering green orb, encircled by a silky, sparkling ring of cosmic dust. A lovely world, I thoughtanother precious haven for our fragile species in a hostile universe. Uldothe name was familiar. They had told us about Uldo in Basic. What had they said?

“Well, we’re alive so far,” Whit commented. Tara’s XO was a slim little blonde who had just undergone a perilous ordeal on Katag, a Systie world she recently visited due to a combination of greed and stupidity. We liberated her with duplicity, violence, murder and bribery. I hadn’t enjoyed it one bit. But we owed Taraand now Whit owed us.

“Deadman,” Dragon said. “Look at all the traffic!” I glanced at the orbital readout. The screen flickered with a bewildering array of brightly-colored, multilayered orbital tracks marked with ship designations, data readouts and warning notices. I had never seen such a crowded screen. Thousands of spacecraft were circling this world like deathbirds over a corpse. A dull wave of resignation slowly washed over me. We were home at last, I knew, and this was exactly where we belonged. A world was dying, momentous events were underway below; we were to be dropped right into it. Squad Beta was down there somewhere, in the mud, and we were going to join them. Only then would I feel complete, encased in an A-suit, with an E in my arms.

“A Legion cruiserlook!” Priestess was excited, trying to decipher the layers of rapidly changing data blinking on the d-screen. Priestess was a Legion medic and my eternal love. She was a slim, lovely girl with silky black hair and limpid brown eyes. I had no defenses against her.

“Legion fighterslook at all those fighters!” Dragon sounded pleased. He was back in his element, all right.

“Deadman, looklook at that carrier!” I said. “And that’s a Legion battlestar!”

“Major Systie forces as wellI don’t believe this! There can’t be that many ships!”

“Some of those are deceptors, guysa lot of deceptors. Don’t forget, there’s a war on.”

“Who are those guys?” A shower of red sparks, falling slowly down to the atmosphere.

“Those are the O’s,” Tara said quietly. “You remember them from Mongera.”

“Lookan engagement!” The screen lit up. Antimats, winking on and off, and a ship, suddenly gone.

“Who was that?”

“I didn’t see it.”

“Well, they’re gonewhoever they were.” Cosmic junk, sparkling on the screen. Blink once and you’re gone. They taught us that in Basic, too.

“Legion fighters still locked on,” the ship informed us. “System forces have lifted lock-on.” This was certainly a first. The United System Alliance was cooperating with the Confederation of Free Worlds to combat the Omni horde. I disapprovedI didn’t trust the Systies for an instant. But I was only a Legion trooper. Nobody cared what I thought.

Uldo grew slowly in the bridge viewport as we approached. It was a galactic jewel, an icy green pearl with a ring of diamond dust. I knew nothing of Uldo at that point except that it was absolutely beautiful and had been chosen as the battleground where the Legion was going to stop the Omni advance.

“Quite a battle in deep spacelook at that!” Off beyond the orbiting spacecraft the screen sparkled with antis, as hunter packs of Legion fighters darted into swarms of Omni ships. The battle for control of the vac was still underway.

Well why not, I thought. If we are to die, let it be for Uldo. I had no home except the Legion. And Uldo was so lovelysymbolic, perhaps. An island in the vac, besieged by the Horde. Fine, let us die for Uldo. Our fathers died fighting the O’snow it’s our turn.

“P.S. MAIDEN, STAND BY TO BE BOARDED BY LEGION UNITS! PREP YOUR PORTS FOR DOCKING, AND UNLOCK YOUR HATCHES! IF THERE IS ANY RESISTANCE, WE WILL BOARD YOU FORCIBLY. ACKNOWLEDGE!”

“Legion, this is P.S. Maiden,” Tara said silkily. “We acknowledge the message and we welcome the boarding party. Please turn down the volume; we are complying with all its instructions.”

“Commander, we have a very bad feeling about this. Remember we’re still on the death list.” Pandaros’s image appeared on the comscreen, tense and grim. He was a Cyrillian, ebony skin, sharpened white fangs and slit eyes. He was not an admirer of the Legion, and the Legion did not think highly of him, either. After the Mongera raid, the Maiden had been released from Legion custody with promises that the ship would no longer be actively pursued. But the names had to remain on the list to cover the Maiden’s assistance, and it made Pandaros very nervous.

“Sub will just have to trust us, Pandaros,” Tara replied coldly. “We survived the last encounter with the Legion, and we’ll get through this one as well. We have made certain arrangements which shall protect us all.”

“We’ll lose the Maiden, Commander.”

“We expect that, Pandaros. But we’ll get it back. Stop worrying, and make the Legion welcome. We will survive.”

“If it’s wrong, we die.”

“We’re never wrong, Pandaros. Sub should know that by now.” Tara cut the connection abruptly.

“Looks fine, troopers. We’ll shuttle you downside to the milport.” The Legion officer handed me back our orders. He was fully armored, gleaming black cenite and dull red faceplate, balancing an E on one hip. The boarding party was securing the ship. Pandaros and the crew were under detention, and Tara had locked the man-ape Gildron into the brig, just to avoid any misunderstanding.

“May we speak with it, sir?” Tara shook her hair away from her face. Her arms were tied behind her back. Whit was beside her, also secured, cold sweat on her brow, hardly daring to breathe. Two Legion soldiers in A-suits had taken their places on the bridge.

“Shut down, Systie,” the Legion officer snapped back, then turned to me. “How did you do it, guys? That’s a hot drop, showing up in a Systie slaverthese people are all in the Black Book. You’ve done humanity a great service.”

“Do you have a few marks, sir?” I asked quietly. “We’d like to talk about that.”

“Sure, boysthis is one story I’d like to hear.”

“Somewhere private, sir. I’d suggest the Commander sit in as well.”

“The slaver? You’re jokingwhat for?”

“It’s important, sir.”

“Well curioser and curioser. All right, sure. I guess it won’t matter. She’ll be dead by morning.”

Chapter 2

The Wheels of History

But Tara was not dead by morning. On the contrary, she was accompanying us as we headed deeper and deeper into the gaping tunnels of the Legion’s Uldo Milport, underground tunnels carved by amtacs out of earth and stone. We were on foot, plodding through deep sucking mud, clad in new camfax coveralls, trying to make sense out of a dispo tacmod that was supposed to guide us to the replacement depot. Aircars whooshed past every few moments, rocking us with blasts of icy air. Crude lightmods crackled harshly from the dirt ceiling, dazzling our eyes and casting long black shadows as we trudged forward, Dragon and Priestess and Tara and me. We were followed by Gildron, his massive bulk encased in an extra-large camfax cloak. Gildron wasn’t human. He was from some unknown world, but served as Tara’s bodyguard and companion. His huge head appeared to be crudely carved from stone, and he peered out at the world under thick brow ridges. His body was covered in long, tangled hair. He didn’t seem to be too bright, but you sure didn’t want to make him angry.

The grav wasn’t so bad on Uldo 4. It was heavier than Veda 6, but it wasn’t so bad. I hated heavy grav.

“I can’t make any sense out of this thing,” I confessed, glaring at the tacmap screen for anything that resembled our surroundings. We were at a major intersection where two tunnels merged. A huge amtac rocketed past us, sirens shrieking, splattering us with a shock wave of watery mud.

“Scut! That retard almost hit us!”

“Deto!” Dragon exclaimed. “Let me see that thing! Can’t you read a tacmap?” He took the tacmod and peered into the screen, shielding it from the light with one hand.

“The zero is shot,” I replied, “as you can see.” Two aircars blasted past, and Gildron snarled at them.

“Are you people any better in enemy territory?” Tara asked with a faint smile. It was cold, and her lips were turning blue.

The Legion officer had been astounded after hearing Tara’s story, back on the Maiden. He consulted immediately with downside, and orders came through quickly for Tarashe was to accompany us to rejoin Beta. I was mystified by that, and so was Tara. However, she recovered quickly and insisted that her pet ape accompany her. This caused some consternation downside, but was ultimately approved after Tara had a brief but forceful discussion with some nameless bureaucrat. It was incomprehensible, and I didn’t even try to understand it. Nevertheless, here we were, trying to find the replacement depot. They were apparently the only people who could direct us to Beta.

“Worthless piece of trash!” Dragon snarled at the tacmod. “I think we turn right here. There should be a series of squadmods up this tunnel.” We turned, sloshing through ankle-deep water. A group of forlorn young troopers appeared out of the shadows, picking their way around a pile of dropboxes.

“Say, troopies, is the Twenty-Second Replacement Depot around here someplace?” I asked.

“Just keep going,” one of them replied. “Follow the mob.” Another amtac glided past us at a more reasonable speed. The amtac’s roof was crowded with camfaxed replacements huddled down to avoid the ceiling.

“I’m cold!” Priestess said mournfully.

“Attention! Attention!” A tinny voice called out from our defective tacmod. “There will be a function test of all emergency blast doors in five marks, repeat five marks. This is only a test. Move away from all blast doors!”

“Wonderful,” Dragon muttered.

“I think we should be all right,” I said. “We just passed some blast doors.”

“Maybe it’ll slow down these damned aircars,” Priestess commented. Another car shot past, buffeting us again with an icy breeze. Gildron roared at it, enraged.

The 22nd Replacement Depot was a brand new squadmod buried in the tunnel wall. The interior swarmed with troopers fighting for access to some admin types sitting behind a counter piled high with doc printouts, plastic manuals and d-screens.

“Would you troopers please stop tracking mud all over the deck?”

“Gee, I’m sorry!”

“Did he actually say that?”

Gildron started pushing people aside for us and we were soon at the counter. Most of the objections ceased once the troopers got a good look at Gildron. He was big and bad, and not quite human. We stood behind a group of three new replacements. The admin fellow behind the counter spoke, reading from a d-screen.

“All right, here’s your orders. Tenth Regiment, the Fourth, CAT Thirty-One. They’re at Axis Gold. Transport is available at the Twenty-Second’s Aircar Control Center. It’s all in the orders. Next!” He pushed three datapaks across the counter.

“Just a frac,” one of the troopers objected. “We were told to report to the Third Amtac Support Squadron. We’re techs, and they need us.”

“You were told wrong,” the admin clerk snapped back. “You’ve just been reassigned. The Tenth needs bodies, and you’re it. Now get moving.” He was a thin man with a narrow face and a shrill, raspy voice.

“We’re techs!” another trooper objected. “We fix amtacsyou can send somebody else to the Tenth!”

“Don’t tell me what to do, trooper! You’ve just been assigned to the Tenth. Those are your orders. Now disappear! Next!”

I pushed my way up to the counter. “We need the location of Squad Beta, CAT Two Four, Black Twelfth. We’re returning to our unit.”

“How many of you?” His beady little eyes darted over our group, lingering on Gildron.

“Five. We’ve got orders.”

“Let’s see ‘em.” We handed over our orders, and he fed them into the system. “Just a frac.” He consulted a d-screen, then made an entry.

“All right,” he said, “you’re reassigned to the Tenth Regiment, the Fourth, CAT Fourteen. Location is Axis Gold. Transport is “

“Hold it!” I said.

“Don’t interrupt, trooper! Transport is “

“Whoa!” I objected. “We already have orders, mister! We’re going to Squad Beta of CAT Two Four, Second of the Twelfth, and all I need from you is the zero. Now how about it?”

“Your orders have just been changed, trooper,” he snarled at me. “All loose bodies are now going to the Tenth. That’s the way it is! So pick up your orders and get out of my sight!”

“May I handle this, Thinker?” Dragon asked me.

“Be my guest.” I turned away from the admin puke in disgust.

Dragon smiled at the puke. Then he placed one well-muscled arm on the counter, and cleared it of everything, sweeping it all onto the floor. The room was suddenly dead quiet except for a single dox cup, rolling around on the deck. Dragon reached over the counter, seized the clerk by his tunic, and pulled him over the counter until their faces were only mils apart.

“We’re not loose bodies,” Dragon said through clenched teeth. “We’re with the Twelfth. We’re returning to our squad, and we’re not going to take any crap from you or anybody else. You are going to give us the location of our squad, and give us back our original orders, right now, or I’ll rip your arms out of their sockets and feed them to our friend here.” Gildron showed his teeth. The room full of troopers burst into applause, shouting encouragement.

“You’re not replacements?” the puke asked. He was sweating. Dragon shook his head, slowly.

“All right all right,” the puke said. “You’re not replacements.” Dragon threw him back into his chair. The puke shakily pulled himself together again, and rolled the chair back to his post by the counter. “Sorry I thought you were replacements.” The puke tried a smile, but it didn’t work. “Squad Beta, you say.”

“We’ve said that several times.”

“All right! Don’t get upsetI thought you were replacements. Replacements go where they’re needed most. We’ll find your squadrelax!”

“Aw right, who’s in charge here?” I shouted. I knew damned well who was in charge, but I had to announce our entrance somehow. Beta was camped out in an enormous black hole torn out of the raw earth just off one of the main corridors of the milbase. It was a nightmare scene from the lower reaches of Hell, a few flickering lights casting long spooky shadows on wet dirt walls, a dead dark aircar surrounded by shadowy figures, piles of equipment stacked on a floor of mud, and someone approaching us out of the dark. It was Beta OneSnow Leopard.

“So you found us,” he said calmly. “Good. That’s good.” He was in camfax fatigues, his long blond hair brushed straight back, a comset clipped to one shoulder. His pale face was completely free of emotion, but his hot red eyes glittered with determination. Beta One was back with us, I could tell. For awhile there I thought we had lost him, after Mongera. “Three, Eight, Nine, welcome back,” he said. “They told me about your friends. Tamaling, welcome. I hope Three’s visit was useful to you.” Cintana Tamaling was Tara’s Systie name. One had obviously read her file, which urged us not to use her true name, Antara Tarantos-Hanna. It was a name that could lead to her death.

Tara looked around at our quarters. “Yes,” she responded with a dazzling white smile. “Most useful. I appreciate your letting them go.”

“We appreciate the help you gave us on Mongera. And this is Gildron.” He was looking up at the ape-man. Gildron showed his teeth, but remained silent.

“You’ll find him useful,” Tara said. “I can’t get along without him.”

“It’s Dragon and Thinkerand Priestess! They’ve brought the ape!” I recognized Psycho’s obnoxious braying. It didn’t even bother meI was that glad to be back.

“Welcome back, guys!” Merlin materialized out of the shadows, smiling. He had a ration pack under one arm. Merlin was our brains. He knew pretty much everything.

“We missed you, Big Guy,” Scrapper said, sparkling grey eyes and a face full of freckles and a mop of tawny hair. I had never figured out why she insisted on calling me Big Guy. She had been Warhound’s obsession. The last time I saw her, on Veda 6, she had marched up to me unexpectedly and said throatily, “Thinker, I want you to know I’m sorry about Warhound.” Then she turned abruptly, to hide her face, and stalked away awkwardly.

Warhound had been killed on Mongera. It was hard to even think about it.

“Three!” It was Redhawk, pale splotchy face, tangled red hair, a scruffy beard. He threw an E at me and I caught the weapon in one hand. It was my own Ean old friend. Memories washed over me. Someone had picked it up out of the mud after I was hit on Mongera. I knew every scar on this E, every ridge, every chip, every burn. And now she was back with me. United at last, just as it should be, on Uldo. I could see the weapon had been re-engineered. More dark magic to confound our foes. I looked up at the dripping dirt ceiling. I was homehome at last. Who could ask for more? I clutched the E tighter. Me and my girl, together again, at last.

“All right,” Snow Leopard said calmly, “briefingnow. Three, Eight, Nine, Tamaling. Over here.” We followed Snow Leopard over to a pile of dropboxes. Someone set off a hotstar and it crackled to life near the aircar. It was coldmy nose and lips were already numb.

“Have some dox.” Snow Leopard tore open a pack and we greedily helped ourselves, popping open the cups and burning our lips on the suddenly steaming liquid. We gathered around Snow Leopard, savoring the dox. Gildron stood off to one side, snarling at Psycho, who was staring at him. Psycho snarled back, making ape noises. Psycho was a little guy, blond hair, lunatic blue eyes and a wise-ass attitude. He was fearless in battle and a giant pain when it was quiet.

“You’d better terminate that, Psycho,” Dragon warned, “or my friend will remove your head.” Psycho smiled. He liked to live dangerously.

“Nice quarters,” Priestess said.

“It’s not the best,” Snow Leopard admitted, “but we’ll be moving out soon. You’re just in time. All right, here’s the sitwe’ve got a mission. It’s a good mission. I’m very pleased with the mission.” He did not look very pleased, but it was impossible to read Beta One any more. He was just like a biogen. He was the ultimate squad leader.

“Have any of you been briefed on the sit here on Uldo?” he asked, “the general situation?”

“That’s a twelve,” I replied. “We just got here.”

“I see. All right.” Snow Leopard looked up to the ceiling, then down at his dox. “Well, let me tell you. I think our squad has been greatly privileged to play a leading role in some of the more important historical events of our time. The mission to Mongera was one for the books. We paid the price, gang, but when we’re all dead and gone, our descendants are still going to be reading about that one. And this onethe return to Uldois destined to be even more significant.” He paused to sip his dox. His pale pink eyes were far away.

“This is humanity’s first joint response against the O’s. We have at last set aside our differences to unite against the common threat. And how ironic that it should be here, on Uldo. It’s the wheels of history, gangthe Gods are laughing at us. It’s a cosmic joke.” Snow Leopard stared into space, alone with his thoughts. It was almost as if he was talking to himself. I had no idea what he meant.

“What do you mean, Snow Leopard?” Priestess asked. Apparently I was not alone in my ignorance.

Snow Leopard blinked, and came back to us. “Don’t you remember Uldo, from the history of the Legion? That was in Basic. The Cauldron, they called it. The Cauldron.”

The Cauldron! Of course, now I remembered. That was where I had heard about Uldo before, in Basic. The Race War. The Legion had met the DefCorps here in a great battle, on Uldo.

“Uldo was a ConFree world,” Snow Leopard said, “and the System was expanding and powerful in those days. They dropped onto Uldo with all they had. And the Legion countered them. All of Starcom was involved. We had four Legions down here. Four Legions.” Snow Leopard paused, his eyes focusing on images we could not see.

“We lost the vac first, then the at. The Eighth Legion was ultimately trapped downside. The whole Legionit was hopeless, but nobody surrendered. The DefCorps moved in. They had to fight for every mike of land. That was the Cauldron. Nobody from the Eighth survivednot a single trooper. They fought to the deathall of them. The whole Legion, gone, snuffed out like a candle. There were rivers of blood and forests of bones. The Systies paid for their victory. They never revealed their casualties.”

It was one of the darkest chapters in the Legion’s history. Now I remembered what they had said: There were so many A-suits buried in the killing fields that the cenite poisoned the soil, and nothing would grow there.

“The Systies took Uldo,” Snow Leopard said, “and enslaved the population and imported their own races and made their own world here. Thena few weeks agothe Omnis came, just the way they always do, dropping from the skies like fireflies. Millions of them. Soon they were swarming over Uldo, and the Systies knew they had lost another world. That’s when they made the political decision to call in the Legion.”

Snow Leopard looked up again, to the flickering shadows on the ceiling. “Such irony. The Legion returns to Uldo, allied with the System, to fight the O’s.” He looked vaguely around. “The Legion has decided the O’s are to be stopped here, on Uldo. They’ve never been stopped, but we’re going to stop them, here. We’re giving it all we’ve got. And we’ll never leave. Uldo’s earth is soaked in Legion blood. This is our home, gang. Our home.”

The rest of the squad was loading up the aircar with supplies. I saw a few people I didn’t know. It looked like we were going somewhere.

“So what’s the mission, One?” Dragon asked. I was freezing. I took another sip of hot dox.

Snow Leopard put down his cup. “The mission, right. There’s a big offensive underway, right into the O’s axis of advance. We’ve got a recona very important recon. We are to accompany advance elements of the Twelfth to the forward battle area and then jump off, making our way surreptitiously to the target. It’s deep in Omni territory.”

“And the target?” Dragon asked.

“It’s an Omni installation,” Snow Leopard replied. “Take a look.” He opened a doc case and pulled out some reconsat shots. The prints showed what looked like a vast earthen mound, roughly circular, rising from a dark smoky plain. Little plumes of smoke seeped from the mound, caught in a light breeze. Faint trails could be seen running around the outside.

“What is it?” Tara asked.

“Nobody knows,” Snow Leopard replied. “We only know it was built by the O’s. They’re building these all over the planet. After they secure an area, they build one of these mounds.”

“So it’s an Omni base?”

“We’re not sure. The funny thing is, there’s not a lot of activity at the mounds. We don’t see many O’s around these structures. Only a few. What we do see are human captiveslots of them, marching into the entrances. Those dark openings at the bottom there. Here, here’s a good shot.” He passed us another print. A long, ragged line of hopeless refugees, hunched over against a cold wind, heading for the Mound. Men, women, children. Toddlers, walking bravely beside their parents. Babies, in their mothers’ arms.

“Where are the O’s?”

“That’s itthere aren’t any. It’s psypower. The O’s want them in the moundsthey have to go.”

I didn’t want to see any more. I passed the print on to Tara. Her face was cold and hard.

“What do the O’s do with them?”

“That’s our mission. Determine what goes on in the mounds. Once we report back, the Legion will decide what to do.”

“The Legion should attack right now! Why the delay?”

“There’s a lot of things the Legion should do. But we’ve got a war to fight, too. We’ve got to take on the O’s face to face and defeat them and push them back. The offensive is starting right now. If we can’t do that, there’s no sense in dropping a heavy force in behind the lines to face who knows what. No, there has to be a recon first. By the time we’re through, it should also be clear if we can defeat the O’s or not. If we can, there should be some resources freed up to target the mounds, if that’s what has to be done. If we can’t, it won’t matter.”

We were interrupted by a noisy outburst from the shadows.

“Does not.”

“Does so.”

“Does not!”

“Dwarf!”

“Mutant!” Psycho and Redhawk were discussing the move over by the aircar. Valkyrie intervened.

“Blackout! What is this, a playschool? Shut down, both of you!” Valkyrie was pale and angry. The black Legion cross on her forehead added a little edge. She was a stunningly lovely blonde vision. She had been mine, once, but she didn’t belong to anybody nowexcept maybe the Legion.

“Does not!”

“Does so!”

“Shut down, creeps!”

Snow Leopard sighed, and turned back to us. “Dragon, you know I wanted you as our Two, but you were away. Eleven is our new Two.”

“Valkyrie?” Eight could hardly believe it. Neither could I.

“She’s a good trooper. Dependableand fearless.”

“Crazy, you mean.”

“She’s got the experience. She was Two for Gamma. And you weren’t here. So she’s it.”

“Tenners.”

“Nowdo you all know why Tamaling is here?”

“That’s a twelve, One,” I said. “We don’t knowexcept she has orders.”

“I don’t know either,” Tara said, “and I’m more than a little curious.”

“All right,” Snow Leopard said. “I’ve briefed Valkyrie. I see no need for everyone in the squad to know this, but I’ll brief the four of you.” Snow Leopard looked up at Gildron, who was staring at him intently. “Does he understand anything I’m saying?”

“Gildron understands much,” Tara replied, “especially kindness, and hostility. He responds appropriately to both.”

“Wonderful,” Snow Leopard said. “All right, here it is. I received orders from Xcom late yesterdayafter the Legion spoke with you, Tamaling.”

“Call me Cinta, please.”

“Cintafine. The orders came direct from Starcom. High-level stuff, and most unusual. They say you are a very powerful psycher, and are to accompany us on our mission to the Mound. They believe your psychic abilities may prove useful.”

“Do they!”

“Yes. Are you a psycher?”

“Yes. That’s correct.”

“Really. What am I thinking?”

“You’re thinking you’d like to pull my panties down and lick myah “

“All right! Close enough!” Snow Leopard blushed, his face suddenly turning scarlet. Dragon couldn’t help laughing. “I’m sorry,” Snow Leopard said. “Sorry.”

“It’s all right,” Tara said. “I get a lot of that.”

“Are you in good physical shape?” Snow Leopard asked.

“Yes. I am.”

“Ever wear an A-suit?”

“I’ve worn Legion and Systie armor.”

“Good. Now how about your friendwhat’s his name?”

“Gildron.”

“What can he do?”

“He’s strongand faithful. He’ll do whatever I ask.”

“Why is he here? I can hardly believe they gave him orders.”

“They gave him orders because I insisted on it. When they told me I was to link up with your squad, I decided I wanted him with me.”

“You insisted on it.” Snow Leopard just stared at her. It did not add up.

“That’s right.” Tara stared back.

Snow Leopard looked at her for a long time, then shifted his glance to Gildron. “He’ll be a liability.”

“He’ll be an asset!”

“They don’t make A-suits that big. And he’ll need an A-suit where we’re going.”

“You’ll find him usefulwith or without an A-suit.”

Snow Leopard stared at the man-ape thoughtfully.

“All right,” Snow Leopard said. “But he is to obey my commandsnot yours. And if he causes the slightest problem, we leave him behind. And if you object to that, we leave you behind. Understand?”

“Understood,” Tara said. “He won’t give you any trouble. He’s quiet, and strong. You’ll like him.” Gildron suddenly reached out an arm and put a massive hand on Snow Leopard’s shoulder, staring at him intently.

“See?” Tara smiled in delight. “He likes you! Good, Gildron, good!”

“Kangju,” Gildron said. I swear, he almost smiled.

“Fine,” Snow Leopard said. “All rightsquad meeting!” He shouted it. The others drifted over. Everyone was bundled up in camfaxed coldcoats.

“How did it go, guys?” Valkyrie asked. I had almost forgotten her cold, unearthly beautyhair of spun gold, enchanting emerald eyes. My heart still speeded up whenever she came close to me. Once she had been all I wanted from life. But that was over now.

“Katag? Nothing to it,” Dragon responded. I looked over at him. Merlin laughed.

“Thinker doesn’t seem to share your opinion, Dragon,” Merlin said.

“How was it, Priestess?” Scrapper asked.

“We’re back,” Priestess said. “That’s what’s important.”

“Missed you, Priestess,” Psycho said brightly.

“All right, listen up,” Snow Leopard said. “This is Cintaand Gildron. They are to accompany us on the mission. Most of you remember them from Mongera. They’re not formally part of the squad, but for all practical purposes they’re your squadies. Get to know them. The big guy doesn’t talk much. I understand he’s got a good heart, but a bad temperso don’t give him any grief, Psycho.”

“Would I do that?”

“It’s your funeral. Thinker, Dragon, Priestess, we’ve got two new bodies. We didn’t know if you’d be returning or not. We’re one over strength now you’re back. Three over, if we count Cinta and Gildron. Beta ThirteenTwister, and Beta FourteenSpeedy, these are our missing squadies, Three, Eight and Nine. You’ll learn the warnames soon enough.”

They nodded at us, uneasily. Beta Thirteen, Twister, was a tall, gangling, awkward colt of a girl, with curly dark red hair and a face full of freckles. A schoolgirl, dressed in camfax. Terrific. Beta Fourteen, Speedy, was a pale, intense young trooper with dark hair and watery brown eyes. It was hard, accepting new people into the squad. It meant that the old people were gone, foreverCoolhand and Warhound and Ironman. They were tiny faces on my knuckles, and phantoms in my mind. How could we not resent replacements for our dead?

“Hi,” I said. “Welcome. It’s a good squad.”

“You’ll like it,” Dragon said.

“It’s our home,” Priestess added, “and it’s good to be back.”

“All right, that’s it. Get the car loaded,” Snow Leopard said. The squad broke up slowly. Dragon stayed beside me.

“Another female,” he said quietly. “That makes four. Five, if you count Cinta. They may as well call this the mammary squad.”

“Come on, Dragon, you love ‘em.”

“Yeah, it’s the latest conceptthey want us to be able to reproduce ourselves, instead of asking for replacements.”

“You’ll get over it.”

“I doubt it. Let’s check out these new people. Do you think that girl is brain-damaged?”

“Merlincome here,” I said.

“Thinker, what’s the sit?” Merlin seemed completely happy. He had made his decision, just as we all had, throwing it all away for the Legion. But Merlin had thrown away a lot more than we had. He might have been a brilliant scientist, but now he was just a hired gun.

“What’s your informed scientific opinion on this new body, the male, Fourteenwhat’s his nameSpeedy?”

“He seems fairly stable, Thinker. Looks to be a dependable type, from what I’ve seen so far.”

“How about the girl?”

“Kind of nervous. Maybe a little shaky. Sort of like I used to be.”

“Used to be?” I laughed. “All right, Merlin, used to be.”

“Just stay there, I’ll be right back.” Snow Leopard had to see somebody about our mission. We were at Recon Control, a squadmod just off one of the main corridors of the milbase. It was cool and clean inside. Scores of troopers sat before comscreens whispering into their mikes or silently monitoring the activity. A large wall screen showed the Legion offensive already underway, and it was sparkling with antis and tacstars. Another large screen showed the recon missions, all deep inside Omni-occupied territory.

“Good duty here,” Valkyrie said, “you don’t even get your boots dirty.”

“I know this work,” Merlin said. “You sip dox and offer advice to people who are dying. It’s nice work if you like it.” Snow Leopard was talking with an officer at the command desk, determining our fate.

“Scope out that opmap, guys,” I said. “See if you can find Corin.” Corin was our jump-off point, a city that had been in the path of the Omni advance. Now it was in the path of the Legion advance, and the future did not look good for that particular city.

“Look at all those units!” Merlin exclaimed. “Those are regiments of the Twenty-Secondlook! The Tenth, the Twelfth, the Sixty-Eighth, the Fifty-First! Deadman!”

“Corin is over there,” Valkyrie pointed. “On the left, by that river.” I could see itour own regiment, the 12th, was closing on it. Antimats winked and faded on the screen.

“Do you think we’ll win?” Valkyrie asked, gazing blankly at the screens.

“We’re ready for them,” Merlin said confidently. “I don’t see how they can counter the new generation of weapons, weapons designed specifically to kill O’s. The O’s are very powerful because of their psypower. But they’re slow to change. We can counter the psypower now. And look at their tacticsthey don’t have any! They’ve never had tactics! It’s just individual O’s, wandering around killing anything that moves.”

“I’ve never understood that.”

“Don’t feel alone. I tell you, if the O’s ever really get organized, we’ll be in terminal trouble!”

“Control, our mission has been compromised!” A voice crackled with static from a nearby console.

“Red Opal, Controlplease provide details.” The Mission Coordinator hunched over the d-screen. He looked like a brand new recruit.

There was silence from the console. The trooper entered some data into the system.

“We’re under attack!” The console crackled again. I could hear the shriek of tacstars in the background.

“Red Opal, Control. Do you require extraction?” There was no response. Only silence, from Red Opal.

“Let’s go.” Snow Leopard had finished his business.

“Tenners.” I wondered about Red Opal, but I knew we’d never learn the ending. We straggled out of the squadmod and into the cold, dark corridor. Our aircar was waiting, assault doors open. The whole squad was there. We climbed in, and I found a seat next to the new girl, Beta Thirteen.

“Everything tenners?” I asked her.

“Oh! Um, fine ” she seemed startled by my question. She was blushing, I suddenly realized, and avoiding my eyes. Great, I thought, she can’t even talk. Hope she can shoot, at least. The aircar doors slammed shut and we shot forward along the shadowy earthen corridors of Uldo Milbase, emergency lights glaring from the dripping ceilings, our aircar trailing a shock wave of icy, muddy spray. Redhawk hit the sounds and the latest ionic music blasted through the car.

“You missed those guys, Redhawk!”

“Look at that! He’s giving us the bird!”

“All right, gang,” Snow Leopard said. “We’re off to the armor shop, to get Cinta and Gildron fitted for A-suits. We’re all going to get our suits checked as well. If anyone has any problems with your armor, this is your last chance before we hit the death zone. Are you listening, Psycho?”

“Yes sir! That’s a tenners!”

“What did I say?”

“Last chance for Cinta and the monkey to get their armor fixed!”

“Somebody tell Psycho,” Snow Leopard said wearily.

“So how did you like Hell?” I asked the new girl.

“Oh, we didn’t go there,” she said. “We did the field tests on Veltros.”

“They didn’t send you to Hell?” I was astounded. “But they send everyone there!”

“Not any more,” she said. “They said it was too expensive, and out-dated. Primitivist, they said.”

“Primitivist?”

“It’s a new Legion, Sir. And they had to cut down on the training cycle, because of the war.”

“The name’s Thinker,” I said. “Not ‘sir’.”

“Yes sir. Uh sorry.”

Primitivist! A new Legion! Unbelievable.

“Well, how were theahfield tests?” I asked her.

“Exhausting, sir. Oh! I’m sorry Thinker. They walked us almost to death. I’m in good shape, sir. Oh! Sorry.”

“Exhausting, huh?” Exhaustion had been the least of our problems in Hell. Potentially fatal dangers, constant terror, hate and resentment, thirst and hunger had all been a lot higher on the list for us.

“Priestess, I need some medical help.” It was Psycho.

“What is it, Five?” Priestess responded warily.

“I get this really painful big bird whenever you get near me. I know you can help me!” Groans of disgust from the rest of the squad.

“I’m so sick of you, Psycho!” Priestess replied.

“This is a very real problem, PriestessI’m not kidding!”

“Shut your filthy mouth, you worm!” Valkyrie snapped at him.

“Why don’t you neuter him, Priestess?” Dragon suggested. “You need any help, let me know.”

“You and which army?” Psycho shot back.

“Shut down, Five!” Snow Leopard ordered.

“It was a joke, guys!” Psycho objected. “It was a joke! Remember when we used to laugh? Everybody’s suddenly so damned sensitiveis this a Legion squad or a garden party? Pardon me for living!”

“Just shut down, all right?”

“Aah, what a downer. It was a joke!”

“Just relax. It will only take a few marks.” Two young A-techs were working the suit robot, a slim young Assidic male and a pale little blonde Outworlder girl. They were fitting Tara for her A-suit, guiding her slender arms into the molds as she stood in the machine. A-suits were individually fitted, but the robot automated the entire process. The techs silently fitted the molds over Tara’s arms and legs and adjusted the links.

“Put your head back a little,” the blonde said. “That’s it. We’re almost done.” Tara was encased in a massive metal cocoon. The rest of the squad stood around watching, crowded into the fitting room. It was as silent as a chapel except for a muted hum from the robot. Tara’s eyes were almost closed. She was gazing vaguely into space somewhere up near the ceiling, and appeared terribly vulnerable and fragile. Perhaps it was her beauty, that awful unearthly beauty that never seemed quite real. The Assidic and the blonde were both troubled by it, I could sense. And as I watched her there was a pale light, faintly illuminating her face. She was like an angel, a captive angel trapped in some hellish instrument of degradation. I blinked my eyes, and the light was gone. Priestess watched in silent fascination beside me. I grasped her cool hand and her slender fingers locked around mine. I could see only death in our future. I wondered why Tara was with us. She might be a good psycher but from what I knew of the O’s, no human could ever come close to grappling with their psypower. Tara should not be here, I thought. She’s different. We have all chosen death, but Tara should not be wasted in our hopeless cause. Holy or unholy, any way you count it, there’s no reason to waste her talents here. But here she is, just as much a soldier of the Legion as any of us.

“That’s it! Your A-suit will be ready shortly. Who’s next?” The robot hissed and snapped and unlinked itself, and Tara stepped out carefully, shaking her hair loose.

“What can you do for the big guy?” Snow Leopard asked. Gildron stepped forward at a gesture from Tara. A giant, clad in the Maiden’s elektra-violet tunic and an extra-large camfax cloak.

“This is going to be quite a challenge,” the Assidic said, grinning.

“What do you think?” the little blonde asked. “He’s taller than the robot!”

“No, we can do it,” the Assidic responded. “We can raise the maxes. It can be done, I remember. Get me the manual.”

“You’re sure he can handle an A-suit?” Snow Leopard asked Tara.

“No problem,” Tara replied. “And he can fire an E or an SG with the best. I taught him myself.”

“He must obey orders,” Snow Leopard said quietly. “The first hint of trouble and we leave him behindremember!”

“He’ll do what you sayI’ve told him. There’ll be no trouble!”

Gildron got his A-suit. The techs said it was the largest suit on record. Armored and armed, he appeared truly formidable. But I had a bad feeling about the mission. We might have been A&A, but I didn’t think it was going to ward off whatever was comingnot for an instant.

Chapter 3

Dead Kings

“Tac mode,” Snow Leopard ordered. We made the adjustment. We were all in A-suits, camfax over black armor, glowing red faceplatesan aircar full of dead soldiers, bound for the future. I checked my Eit was perfect. Our suits had all been cleared for action. We hovered in a cloud of dust at an exit port, several other aircars close beside us, the armored doors of the milbase still firmly locked, harsh lights glittering off our plex.

“Well, this is it, Speedy,” Psycho remarked cheerily, “you ready to die?”

“Is that supposed to be funny?” Speedy replied. “It’s not funny.” He seemed a little tense. He was getting a first-class introduction to the Legion.

“No worries, gang,” I said quietly. It was something Coolhand would have saidbut Coolhand was dead. I guess I thought somebody had to say it.

“STAND BY FOR EXIT!” the aircar announced. Redhawk held up one hand from the driver’s seat. The jets whined to full power, and a dust storm swirled outside.

“Launch!” The massive cenite doors snapped open and we rocketed into the light, into whatever was to be. We split off from the other aircars immediately, max speed, low altitude. The sky was full of dark roiling clouds and from time to time golden sparklers lit up the morningdeceptors, falling down from orbit, covering the entire line of our attack. The landscape around us was a horrorcharcoal skeleton trees, flaming earth, dirty black smoke full of sparks. The aircar’s console lit up with data. The car snapped from side to side as we hurtled into the future.

“This place is never going to catch on as a tourist spot,” Dragon remarked.

“Don’t be so gloomy, Dragon,” Psycho said. “We’re just doing our job. Man’s mission is to explore and destroy the galaxynuke it all, antimat every single new world until it glows in the dark, until even the bacteria die. You’re a student of history, Snow Leopardisn’t that true?”

“Our mission is to kill O’s,” Snow Leopard replied coldly, “and if Uldo gets in the way, it’s going to perish. You know, you’re absolutely right, Five. There’s no way the O’s are going to inherit this world. It’s going to glow in the dark first.” Snow Leopard’s response was so unexpected it took my breath away. Psycho was a raving lunatic, and Snow Leopard was saying Psycho made perfect sense.

“You’d be surprised,” Merlin said, “how quickly a healthy planet can recover from events such as these.” Merlin was an optimist at heart, unacquainted with reality.

“Doesn’t look too healthy to me,” Valkyrie commented.

“How you doing, Twister?” I was worried about the new girl.

“Alive so far,” she replied. Somebody laughed. She was all right, I decided. Not brain-damaged after all.

Flaming clouds of greasy black smoke flashed past us. We were heading for Corin, where we would link up with the 12th before breaking off for our mission. If the 12th was unsuccessful in its advance, there would be no mission for us.

Corin was a great city of rubble, a moonscape of burning buildings, a greasy cloud of black smoke rolling up to a dirty sky. Legion fighters and aircars shot by close overhead and deceptors crackled in the sky and frantic refugees ran like ants through the flaming streets.

“What a mess!” We were assigned to maintain order at a refugee processing center until word came through on our mission. Thousands of desperate refugees fought their way into the center, a cavernous underground hall that had been a convention center, located under a great building that was now burning like a torch.

“Women and children to the aircar garage,” I repeated for perhaps the hundredth time. “Everyone else to the tables. Back in line, you!” We were still in armor but had our helmets off. It was hot and sweaty in the hall. The refugees punched and clawed at each other for a place in line. Scores of huge airbuses waited in the garage to ship the women and children to the starport and then up to orbit and salvation. There were no questions asked of the women and childrennot one. All they had to do was show up. It didn’t matter who they were; they didn’t even need any ID. The Legion was going to take care of women and children, no matter what. We believed in the future, above all.

It was not the same for the men.

The Legion believed everyone was responsible for their actions, and I knew everyone paid for their sins. There is a time in everyone’s life, the Legion believed, when you choose where you stand, and it is always a hard choice. But it was a hard life, and we were a hard people. We risked our lives for humanity, routinely. And when we needed some help in return, we were not sympathetic with those people who hesitated, for whatever reason.

“Where is our wife? Our children?” A young Outworlder shaking with emotion, at last at the table, faced a Legion trooper who was punching data into a comlink. The trooper was a young Assidic, jet-black hair and fierce slit eyes, clad in armor, his helmet on the floor by his feet.

“Your ID, please. Quickly.”

“That’s our ID. What has it done with our family? Why have we been split up?”

“Where did you last see your family?” The Assidic touched the ID to the screen.

“Over there,” the man gestured toward the garage. “They went in there!”

The trooper looked up at him. “They’ll be all right. They will be evacuated to a Legion base by airbus, then launched into orbit and out of the system to a holding facility. They are official Legion evacuees. We guarantee their safety.”

“You guarantee their safety!”

“That’s right. Your family is under Legion protection. They’re as safe as anyone can be, in a war zone.”

“Safe. Good. Good. Well, how about us? Do we qualify for evacuation?”

“We need laborers. It may be dangerous, but we need manpower, very badly, right now, for the defense of Uldo. Can you assist us?”

The young man hesitated briefly, licked his lips, then responded. “Laborers. Yes yes, sure. We can help it. As long as our wife and children are safe.”

“Good. You qualify for evacuation. But first, you help us. Take this card to that table over there. Next!”

“We wish to be evacuated.” Fat jowls, wild eyes, a face slick with sweat. “We are a journalist. There’s nothing more for us here.”

“Your ID please.”

“Do we have time? Is that truly necessary?”

“Only if you wish to be evacuated.”

“ID. Very well, here’s my ID.” He handed it to the trooper, who touched it to the d-screen. The screen filled with data.

“You don’t qualify. Next!”

“Wait! Wait! What does it mean, we don’t qualify? We are a respected journalist! If we don’t qualify, who does?”

The young Assidic looked up at him briefly, then took a second look at the screen. “You’re in the Black Book, Systie. You don’t qualify for evac. Next!”

“Systie! Systie!” The journalist was turning red. “It dares to call us Systie! We are all Systies here, Legion!” He waved his arms around, taking in the entire hall. “We thought ConFree was here to help us! What Black Book? Is it only the politically reliable who are to be evacuated? Is that it?”

“‘The CrimCon’s satanic motives are apparent to anyone who is familiar with the Legion’s horrific orgy of racist genocide against all defenseless non-Outworlder peoples.’” The Assidic trooper was quoting from the d-screen. “‘Life under the Variants would certainly be preferable to death under the Legion. We already know what the Legion represents, but all we know about the Variants is what the CrimCon’s hateprop apparatus has told us. Inviting the Legion to “assist” us is simply insane. Our only goal should be to stop the killing. And that won’t happen as long as the Legion is here.’ Are those your words?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” the journalist responded warily. “Have we failed the Legion’s political reliability test?”

“Stop the killing, huh? Who do you write for anywaya journal for the feeble-minded? The O’s would like us to stop the killing. It would make it a lot easier for them to slaughter your people.”

“We don’t know anything about the Variants!”

“Then why are you running from them? Why ask the Legion to evacuate you?”

“Our wife and children are being evacuated. The System told us the Legion would be doing the evacuation!”

“We’ll help your family, Systiebut we won’t help you.”

“Why not!” The journalist was sweating profusely. “It’s criminal to split up a family like this! And it’s a crime against humanity to sentence people to death for expressing their opinions!”

“Death?” the trooper asked. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the O’s? I thought they were preferable to the Legion.”

“The Legion has maddened them! It’s attacked them! They’re only defending themselves!”

“I see. So we’re responsible for everyone they kill.”

“Yes! Yes! It’s the Legion’s doing!” He was wild-eyed and dripping sweat. He knew now there would be no evac for him.

“Look, Systie,” the Assidic responded patiently. “We don’t yet know the outcome of the battle for Uldo. That’s why we’re doing the evacuation. In the event we lose, at least some of the planet’s human population will have been saved. But you have to realize we can only evac a very, very small percentage of the total. Well under one percent. The rest will all die, under the O’s, if we lose. And there’s nothing at all we can do to change that, if we lose. So you see we are under absolutely no compulsion, moral or otherwise, to evacuate anyone who asks. You’ve spent your adult life spewing hatred for ConFree and the Legion, and opposing everything we’ve been trying to accomplish. I can’t think of a single reason why the Legion should expend any effort at all to move your fat ass off this planet. I’d suggest you take a walk, and ask the O’s to stop the killing. Let me know what they say. Trooper, get this guy out of my sight.”

I hustled Fatso back out of the hall, through the frantic mob, and he was screaming epithets against the Legion and demanding justice. Justice! Justice was what he was gettingSysties shouldn’t ask for justice. I felt really good when I tossed him out the door. It certainly made my morning.

“Nothing on scope,” Valkyrie reported. We were all on foot, A&A, carefully picking our way through the glowing rubble of Gadalpa. It had been Uldo’s global governmental and administrative center. Now it was a flaming wilderness, scores of massive office mods looming above us under dark skies, enveloped in smoke, burning freely. The O’s had been here briefly and the Legion had countered. We were far behind the attack, tying up loose ends until our recon mission was approved. I was on my knees by a tall, smoking stone wall. My armor glowed from the heat. The tacmap flickered on the lower left plate on my visor, and the safeties were off on my E. Valkyrie was right ahead of me, huddled against the wall, and Merlin was immediately behind us.

“It’s good news, Thinker,” Merlin remarked. “The fact we’re here means the O’s lost the engagement.”

“Then why am I so freaking scared?” I asked him.

“Cover me!” Valkyrie was off, charging ahead in a low crouch into the smoke, then falling onto a pile of rubble. I fired another deceptor and it exploded above her, a shocking phospho burst of dirty yellow smoke, screeching electronic gibberish, showering the streets with hot hail, scrambling our screens.

I ran into the mess hunched over, breathing hard, E up and scanning, boots slamming down onto powdered rubble. Sweety, my tacmod, whispered sweet nothings in my ears. “All clear, all clear, no enemy in view. Systies remain in the records center ahead. Psybloc is close to max.”

A fiercely burning aircar, resting on its roof. I hit the dirt behind it, then crawled to one end for a look ahead. The energy field from the burning aircar was a good place to hide. My armor glowed red as the flames crackled around me. I spotted the records center, a massive low building of white stone. Smoke curled out of the doorways.

“Looks like a ten, One.” I reported. “No O’s.”

“All right, gang,” Snow Leopard replied. “Our mission is to take that building. And don’t forget there’s a Systie squad in there. Let’s do it.” Snow Leopard was up ahead, as usual. He took off, making for the building. I raised my E.

“We’ve been ordered to secure the records center, and relieve any System units here,” Snow Leopard explained to the DefCorps squad leader. “Your mission is over.” There were six of them, clad in bronze-colored Systie A-suits, armed with SG’s. We had found them in a great hall littered with rubbish, filling with smoke. We were all juiced up and had taken firing positions against the walls, centering the Systies in our field of fire. One wrong move and they would all die in a microfrac, torn to bloody shreds. I was already twitching inside my A-suit, my finger trembling on the trigger. I fully expected we would have to kill them.

“It doesn’t know how good that sounds!” the DefCorps squad leader replied. “We never thought we’d be glad to see the Legion! Are there any V’s out there now?”

“It’s clear from here to the causeway,” Snow Leopard said. “We were told to ask you to rejoin your unit. They couldn’t contact you because of the deceptors.”

“It doesn’t have to say it twice! We’re gone! Let’s go, guys! We can hardly believe this! The V were all around uswe thought we were dead!” They hustled out the main entrance. Then the Systie leader turned back. “There’s some civs in the vault downstairsGovernment people. Out of their mindsthey’re Cit’s problem now. Good luck, Legion!” And then they were gone.

The vault was full of smoke. A large fire burned at one end and the air was charged with glowing fragments of ash. Thousands of empty safeboxes covered the floor, and we walked through miniature mountains of datapaks. A muscular man with no shirt wielded a shovel, feeding scores of datapaks into the flames with his every movement. A young Outworlder with thin sandy hair staggered around, his arms full of datapaks and datacards and books. His face was grey with fatigue and beaded with sweat. He paused when he saw us, weaving slightly, taking us in silently.

“The Legion,” he finally said. “Perfect. A fitting end. Shoot us,” he said. “Please. We want to die.”

“We’re not shooting anyone,” Snow Leopard replied. “What’s the sit here, Systie? What are you doing?”

The young man gaped at One in astonishment, then looked around briefly at the smoky fire. His assistant stopped, leaning on the shovel, watching us. The young man wiped his mouth and laughed, turning back to One. “What are we doing? What does it look like, Legion? We’re burning history! We’re burning books! That’s what we’re doing! Get back to work, Rigo! You’re barely into the Second Millenium. Faster! We can’t leave anything for the future. We leave a clean slate for whoever survives. Let them figure it out themselves! We wouldn’t want them following our example, that’s for sure!”

“Professor!” A girl, face streaked with charcoal, appeared suddenly out of the smoke, clutching a single, leather-bound book. “It’s the First Dynastythe Ancient Books Collectionhundreds of them! Originals! Please let’s save them, Professorplease! Nobody will ever know!”

“Give me that book, child!” He snatched it eagerly from her hands. “The First Dynasty!” He stared at it greedily, enchanted. I could see the glow in his eyes, transforming his features. “We’ll never know such heroism in our lifetime, Janine. They dared everything and changed the world. Courage can bring down empires. We can’t let such subversive ideas fester in our times, can we?” He hurled the book right into the fire, and it flared and burned brightly. The girl burst into tears and covered her face with her hands.

“The First Dynasty is gone!” the Professor exclaimed. “By order of the System! Bring the rest, Janine, bring it all! Faster, Rigo! History is dangerous. Knowledge infects the mind, it wakes people up. But knowledge and history are easily lostaren’t they, Rigo? You’re burning emperors and artists and gods, poets and explorers and philosophers, Rigo, you’re erasing thousands of years of history, for all time! That makes you more powerful than all those old, dead kings, doesn’t it, Rigo?”

“That’s right, Professor,” Rigo smiled cheerily, the sweat streaming off his naked back. “Whatever Super says!” He tossed another shovelful of datapaks into the flames.

“Why are you burning this data, Professor?” One asked.

“To prevent it from falling into the wrong hands, Legion! We wouldn’t want the V reading about our past, would we? And what if the Legion got ahold of it? Oh no, better to burn itburn it all! And it’s our responsibilityours, all ours! We’re a historian, Cit knowswe’ve spent our life guarding the past for the System. History is a state secret under the Systemdid it know that? Yes, we’re a historian. We’re in charge of the past; we’re the guardian of thousands of years of dangerous, subversive secrets. And it asks why we’re burning it! That’s what historians do under the Systemwe burn history! Bring us those books, Janineall of them! Don’t sub dare hide any! Who does it think it isGod? And stop crying! Does it think the past is sacred? It burns like paper! Try it itself!” He staggered, soaked in sweat and covered with ash, and I think he was close to crying, too. I turned my face away. I didn’t want to see any more.

“Control, Black Jade. We confirm orders. Black Jade out.” We were committed now. Snow Leopard had just received the go-ahead from Recon Control. We were still in the records center, back upstairs in the main hall, taking a break, camped against the walls and sprawled on the floor, chewing on rations and sipping water from our canteens. It was already dark outside and fires burned out of control in the night. The great hall was cold and dark and full of smoke, and rubbish littered the deck.

We had put out the fire in the vault and sent the Systie civs away to face whatever awaited them in the future. We even let them take away some of the books. I thought a lot about that historian. He believed in history, and his mission was to burn it. I believed in justice, and my mission was to kill. Thinking was not good for youit led to nothing but trouble.

“Squad meeting, gangnow.” Snow Leopard leaned his E against the wall. We gathered around, still chewing on our rations. We were all in A-suits, helmets off. It was like a gathering of great metal spiders, feasting on carrion in the dark.

“All right, our mission is on,” Snow Leopard said quietly. “Ten will be picking us up shortly in the aircar. Then we’ll be off, past our forward elements, into the death zone. We’ll be under heavy skies all the waydeceptors and psybloc. Take a look at the map.” Snow Leopard unfolded a silky printout tacmap and spread it out on the deck. We clustered around.

“Right there,” Snow Leopard said. His pale pink eyes were riveted on the map, his mouth was set, and faint blue veins throbbed at his temples. His chunky fingers poked at the map. “We’ll decar right there, and make our way by foot into the mountains. It has to be on footany aircar approaching the Mound gets spotted and blasted. We’ve already established that. Redhawk will return to the milbase with the aircar but stand by for pickup if we need it. Sowe go up this valley. We’ll stick to the river, if it’s not mined.”

“What’s the O presence in that area?” Dragon asked.

“As far as we know, there’s nothing there. If they spot us approaching, they may send something after us. Or they may not. You can never tell, with the O’s. However, we can certainly expect roving probes, free-floating genetic strands, patrolling energy spheres, and plenty of other nasty surprises.”

I remembered the genetic strandsthe snakesand the spheres, from Mongera. My blood ran cold every time I thought of the spheres. That’s what had decimated Gammafive spheres, five dead. That’s what had turned my lovely little Valkyrie into a cold, homicidal psychotic. Now she was second in command of Beta. She’d be in charge if anything happened to Snow Leopard. And the frightening part was that I knew it was exactly what Beta One wanted. In the old days, Snow Leopard would never have even considered someone as unstable as Valkyrie for the Number Two slot. But Snow Leopard had changed too, after Mongera. We had all changed. And when crazy becomes normal, then normal becomes crazy. I wondered how Snow Leopard classified me. A little shaky, maybe. A little normal. Not crazy enough for command. Still too cautious, perhaps, to face the O’s. Well, Valkyrie wasn’t cautious, that was for sure.

“Up the river,” Snow Leopard said, “and over the hills to the plain. Then we’re almost therethe Mound is right here.”

“How do we get across the plain without being spotted?” Psycho asked. “Looks pretty open to me.”

“When we’re ready, we’ll call for cover,” Snow Leopard said. “They’ll light up the entire sector with deceptors and smoke and psybloc. Not just our area, but the whole sectorso it won’t highlight us. We go in at night, under cover. Nothing to it.”

“Nothing to it!” Speedy exclaimed in surprise. “What happens if the O’s spot us and attack? What do we do then?”

“We fight,” Snow Leopard replied, “and call in Beta Ten in the aircar for evac, if necessary.”

“And what if he can’t get to us? Or they get to him first?”

“Then we die. Any more questions?” The new guy paled, and shut down.

“You shouldn’t worry, Speedy,” Valkyrie said soothingly. “We all know what we’re doing. We’ve fought the O’s before. Just stay close to us and follow orders. You’ll seewe’ll get some kills. It’s a good feeling, a great feeling, when you kill an O! We blew that last one apart, didn’t we, guys? We filled the sky with psybloc and ripped its mags apart with canisters and tore it to shreds with the darts, and melted it with plasma, and cooked its genetics with the fieldfaxer and riddled it with laser and chainlink and tacstars and xmax and flame, we barbecued it, we char-grilled it, Speedy, and it burned like charcoal! We loaded it into the aircar in sections, didn’t we, guys?” Her green eyes glowed, spittle was leaking out of her soft pink lips, and her face twitched. The Legion cross, burnt right onto her forehead, completed the picture. It was dead silent. She gave a nervous little laugh and wiped her mouth with the back of her armored hand. “Like Snow Leopard says, there’s nothing to it. It’s a chargea real charge.”

But Speedy wouldn’t leave it alone. “Did you have any casualties?”

“Casualties,” Valkyrie said. “Yeah, let’s seethe O’s got five of us, on Andrion Three. And two on Mongerathe rest were killed by the Systies. Yeah, total of seven killed, by the O’s.”

“Seven killed! How many O’s did you get?”

“How many! There was only the one,” Valkyrie replied. “Just the one, on Mongera. One is enough, believe me!”

“Just one!” Speedy’s voice went up a few octaves.

“Relax, Speedy!” Valkyrie chided him. “Deadman, what an old lady! Just relax; we’ll kick the crap out of the O’s.”

I closed my eyes. We were in the hands of the Gods.

Chapter 4

The Mission

A poisonous black rain fell through an uneasy night. We huddled in the aircar, armored and armed, hurtling into the future. Thirteen soldiers of the Legion, bound for death. We were on the left flank of the attack, moving fast and low with the advance elements of the 12th. The sky flickered with light, then faded. Deceptors trembled across the sky like lightning. Psybloc fell like hot hail. When it lit up, black clouds hid the stars and sheets of rain burst against the skin of the aircar. Dead forests of smoking charcoal trees flashed past outside, stark reminders of the elemental struggle that had just been waged. We could see other aircars on our screens. Green ghosts, all around us. The horizon erupted, an intense phospho-white burst, icy green core; then the shock wave rattled the car, the horizon fading once again.

“Antimat!” Redhawk exclaimed. “Big one!” Redhawk was piloting and he had the speed close to max. Terrifying things came at us out of the dark, huge boulders and massive hills of burning trees and sudden cliffs, tearing right past us. I knew Redhawk had it all on screen, but it didn’t make it any less scary.

“There’s some O’s over there,” Snow Leopard said. “Just stay away from them.”

“Sounds like good advice!” We’d been through a lot with Redhawk, and we trusted himhe was a first-class driver. He was a little crazy, maybe, but he wasn’t the only one.

“Control, Black Jade. Commo check.” Snow Leopard did one last check.

“Black Jade, Control. Read you ten high. Please go to blackout. Good luck.”

“Black Jade going to blackout.” Now we were truly alone, flying right into the mouth of fate.

“Play the stars, Sweety.” I spoke to my Persist, the tacmod. She responded wordlessly and in moments I was calmer, alien galaxies howling in my ears, black stars hissing, red giants crackling. It was the music of distant suns, the murmur of faraway nebulae, crawling slowly over my skin. The music of the starsit was all I needed for any dark night, and I had shared it only with Priestess.

“Opstars!” Redhawk exclaimed. They glowed on the screens. I craned my neck to see behind us. There, a line of pale glowing fireballs rising into the sky. Lightning lanced down all around them.

“Is that us or the O’s?”

“Looks like Legion stars to me.”

The rain was letting up. Something rattled past us, a black blur. Then a river of cold black molten mercury glittered under us, catching the light from a sky full of psybloc, multicolored sparklers falling slowly down into the dark. We followed the river like a great cenite bat, the wind whistling eerily past our armored plex, and it looked as cold as death down there, a river of black ice lethargically flowing out of some frozen wasteland, some arctic Hell. Bleak hills rose on each side of the river.

“Sir?” My eyes snapped down to my comset readout: B13, on private to me.

“Yes, Thirteen?” It was the new girlwhat was her name? Twister. Who else would call me ‘sir’? She was sitting right next to me, I suddenly realized, clutching her E.

“I’m scared,” she said. Just that. She turned her head to me and I saw her pale frightened face behind her visor. Soft brown eyes, freckles all over her nose and cheeks. She was like a big, awkward colt, barely out of puberty. What in Deadman’s name was she doing here? They hadn’t even sent her to Hell.

“Good,” I said. “That’s normal. If you weren’t scared, you’d be crazy. You’re supposed to be scared. We’re all scared. Don’t worry.”

“Valkyrie’s not scared,” she said shakily.

“Valkyrie’s crazy,” I replied. “She’s been through a lot. She’s got an excuse.”

“Psycho’s not s-s-scared,” she said.

“Psycho’s also crazy,” I said. “Certifiably insane. He’s different.”

“How about One,” she asked. “He’s not scared, is he?”

“One is our leader,” I said. “He’s got ice water in his veins. He’s different, too. But the rest of us are all terrifiedso don’t feel like you’re alone, all right?”

“But I’m so s-scared my teeth are ch-ch-chattering. And we we’re not even in combat.” I looked into her faceplate. Her face was twitching, cold sweat on her brow.

“Try to relax, Twister,” I said. “Take some deep breaths. Maybe you should take a mag.”

“Can I hold your hand? Please?”

I took her hand in mine, wordlessly. Cenite fingers, intertwined. It did seem to work. Her face stopped twitching. She closed her eyes and bit at her lower lip. And we kept going, rushing into the dark, now deep in O territory, right in the death zone, and things were coming at us from out of nowhere and flashing past, gone. Black mountains wheeled past to one side and we were still over that river of ink. The O’s were up ahead somewhere, waiting to kill us, and I was holding hands with Beta Thirteen. Well, it wasn’t the Legion I knew, but I had to admit it did feel good. I felt better already.

“Hot metal! They’ll never spot us under this sky!” It was a deceptor sky, glittering and flickering, black clouds with silver edges, strange lights flashing and fading and the screens solid green, full of junk. Something ricocheted off our aircar.

“That was a deceptor!” Redhawk shouted happily. “There’s so much crap falling down, we’re running into it! We’re free, guysfree!”

Gildron snarled, and it put a chill to my blood. He was a massive A-suit in the back of the car, sitting next to Tara. Psycho snarled back at him and made ape noises.

“Shut down, Psycho,” Valkyrie snapped.

“I’ll shut down if you come back here and sit on my, uh, lap, honeybuns,” Psycho retorted cheerily.

“Psycho, if you don’t get with the program I’m going to take your Manlink away and give it to Dragon,” Valkyrie said. “That’s a promise!”

“Good idea,” Dragon said.

“Can she do that, One?” Psycho asked. The Manlink was his only love. It was Beta’s Mother of Destruction, totally evil and totally holy.

“Shut down, Five,” Snow Leopard said. Psycho sighed and shut down.

The car shuddered. Twister settled down and I carefully removed my hand. I did not want Priestess getting the wrong idea. I caught a glimpse of jagged black mountains far above us, outlined by flickering blue lightning. We continued, into that awful night. I felt we were rushing onward to our own extinction.

“Talk to me, Priestess,” I said on private.

“What is it, Thinker?” she answered. “How are you doing?”

“How am I doing?” I stifled a laugh. “I guess I was wishing I was somewhere else. With you.”

“Do you know what I want, Thinker?”

“No. What do you want?”

“I want to be your wife, forever. For all time. As long as we both shall live.”

“Sounds good to me. Although I’d worry about that last part.”

“Promise me, Thinker. You and me. Forever. Swear it, on Deadman.”

“Priestess and Thinker. A billion years. On the cross!”

“And if we die, we seek each other out, in Heaven.”

“I promise, Priestess. Forever.”

“Cross your heart and hope to die?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Decar!” Ice cold adrenalin. The aircar’s assault doors snapped open, a cold wind rushed in from outside, and Beta One stood right in the door like a dark angel from some Legion Hell, all black armor and glowing red faceplate, his E strapped to his chest.

“Follow me, Beta,” he commanded. “It’s all for one, and one for all. Death!” And he was gone, into the dark.

“Death!” We hissed the response and tumbled out the door, following our One all the way, to life or death, to Heaven or Hell. Whatever road he chose, we’d be right in his footsteps, and if anything got in our way, it was going to die very quickly.

“I want to pick up twelve troopers when you call for evac, gang,” Redhawk called out. “Don’t disappoint me.”

“Keep it in the red, Redhawk,” I responded. “Fast and low!” And the aircar was gone in a blizzard of dead leaves.

We were in a cold dark forest full of great ferns growing around twisted black trees draped with strangler vines like thick brown snakes. A light rain fell from the tangled roof of the forest. We saw it all in darksight green. I crashed through undergrowth, trying to keep Dragon in sighthe was right up ahead. It was a winter forest, rising up all around us. We headed into a ravine, sliding down wet dirty slopes into the cold heart of this nightmare world. We had to put distance between us and the aircar as fast as possible. All for one, I thought, and one for all. I had never heard that beforebut Snow Leopard was perfectly correct. What better words to describe a Legion squad?

“It’s a walk in the park, Twister,” I said. “A walk in the park!” It wasn’t really me speaking. It was Coolhand. He was with me; he was in me. I knew I had to take his rolesomebody sure did. Snow Leopard was too far gone nowhe was losing his patience. And Valkyrie wanted only blood.

“Tenners, Sir,” Twister replied. “I’m all right.”

“Death!” Speedy muttered. “I don’t believe he said that. Is he serious? Is that where we’re going?”

“It’s for luck, new meat,” Psycho told him. “Listen and learn!”

“It’s a holy place,” Valkyrie added. “You’ll seewe’ll show you! I told you, stop worrying!” Out of her mind. Completely gone. But I had no time to think about it. I was too busy tearing through the ferns, sliding down cliffs of mud and roots and vines, splashing through an icy fast-running stream, eyes on my tacmod. If the O’s had tracked the aircar, they’d know where to look for us. And the only solution to that was to move out as fast as possible.

Four hours later, we slowed down but we were still sloshing through dark wet jungle, eleven soldiers, single file, following our One into the unknown. It was raining lightly and from time to time dim lights flickered in the dark sky past the forest canopy. Otherwise it was like a green cathedral, tall trees glowing green-black in our darksight, wreathed in mist. Some of the trees were all white, phospho white, like ghosts. It was cold and wet and miserable. We were following a little stream through a steep ravine.

“Squad halt. Break.” I moved away from the stream into the jungle and collapsed in a mass of ferns. I was tired already. Icy rain streamed down my faceplate.

“Wester, it’s Tara.” She was on private, I noticed. Tara always called me Wester. She had named me herself, in our own impossible past.

“Yes, Tara.”

“You’ve been with this bunch a long time, haven’t you?”

“That’s a ten.”

“This Beta Eleven personValkyriewhat is her problem?”

“That’s not easy to answer, Tara. She’s been through a lot.”

“So have I. But I’m still coherent and rational.”

“All right, she’s a little strange. What do you want me to say?”

“Why is she your Number Two?”

“You’d better ask Beta One. It wasn’t my choice.”

“Are we supposed to trust her, when things get hot? I’ve done a little probingit’s frightening!”

“TaraI don’t quite know how to say this, but I think she is just what we need, for where we’re going.”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“You’ve changed a lot, Wester. You really have.”

“YesI suppose I have.”

“Three, One.” I cut the link with Tara immediately. It was Snow Leopard, on private to me. Now what?

“Yes, One?”

“Give me a readout of your tacnet power reserve.”

Sweety came through with the data. I asked her to repeat it before I relayed it to Snow Leopard.

“It’s in the red, One. Twenty-four percent.”

“Thank you, Three. One out.”

Twenty-four percent. What the hell! It should have read a hundred. I knew I checked it before we left. That was strangevery strange.

“Sweety,” I asked. “What happened to the tacnet power reserve?”

My Persist responded immediately. “The power charge has dissipated itself, Thinker. It was at full power at last reading.”

“I know that, Sweety. But why has it done that? It’s not supposed to do that. We’ve expended no power. The damned things are supposed to last for years! Why didn’t you tell me when it was getting low?”

“The charge status indicator failed to register the true status of the charge until I investigated, Thinker. I have insufficient data to resolve the problem. It is possible that the power pack is defective.”

Defective? I had never heard of a defective power pack. Strange.

“Let’s get moving, guys.” It was Snow Leopard. We were off again.

“Looks quiet, gang.” Snow Leopard lowered the spotters but kept contemplating the valley. The night sky was covered with undulating black clouds, flickering now and then with eerie silver lights. A distant thunder sounded, rumbling over the skies. We were peering out of the edge of the forest, perched on a sheer cliff overlooking the valley. We could barely make out a thin silver stream, meandering along the bottom of the valley. The rest of the valley was unreadable in our darksighta great dark shifting gash in the mountains. The sky was full of deceptors, and it made everything hard to read.

“That’s our river, right, One?” I asked.

“That’s a ten. We’ll walk it and catch some sleep and by then it will be daylight. We’ll walk it all day, and should be in position to make our break tomorrow night.”

“Sounds good to me,” Dragon said. “I’m ready to crash.” We had been walking for close to seven hours. Every muscle in my body ached.

“There it goes again, One!” Merlin exclaimed.

“Possible DefCorps presence,” Sweety reported, “as marked. Very faint, masked by deceptors. Identification is tentative.”

Snow Leopard scrambled over to where Merlin was scanning the valley. He raised the spotter again. They were looking back up the valley behind us. There was something there, roughly southeast. The valley ran to the northwest and that was where we were going. Snow Leopard and Merlin kept scanning the valley.

“Nothing but chaff.”

“That was a Systie A-suit. That was a reasonably good reading.”

“Just like beforemore or less.”

“Systie armor. Damn it!”

The sky flickered and flashed. More deceptors. The glare outlined Snow Leopard and Merlin clearly, cenite robots wrapped in camfax, caught in a frozen hail of rain suddenly filling the sky.

“What would Systies be doing out here?” Valkyrie asked.

“I’m damned if I know,” Snow Leopard replied. “We’re far in Omni territory, and there’s nothing here anyone could want.”

“Could it be a Systie offensive?” Dragon asked.

“Here? No. The offensive is off to the eastnot here.”

“Well, at least we know the deceptors are working.”

“That’s something.”

“All right,” Snow Leopard said. “We continue the mission. Let’s get down into the valley.”

“Cover me,” Snow Leopard said calmly. “I’m going in.” We were on one bank of the river, crawling around twisted drowned trees and great rounded boulders all covered with green slime. Snow Leopard was a glowing green lightman in my darksight, moving cautiously toward the river. It had been a long night. I was exhausted. Merlin was right next to me, I noted, his E up. Sweety was quiet. It did not appear there was anyone there except us. The whole squad was spread out behind us, but they were virtually invisible.

Snow Leopard waded into the river, his E up and ready to fire. Further, wading right in until the water covered his head. The opposite bank was quiet, a black forest rising up, covering rugged hills.

I went on private to Merlin. “Four, Three. Did Snow Leopard ask you about your tacnet power reserve?”

“Tenners, Thinker. He sure did.”

“And?”

“It was down to less than twenty-five percent.”

“You too! So what’s the story?”

“Everybody’s is down. Everybody in the squad.”

“Deadman! How could it happen?”

“Well, that’s a good question, Thinker. One I’ve been thinking about quite a bit.”

“Does it mean we can’t contact Recon Control?”

“It means we can’t contact them securely. And if we contact them insecurely, we die.”

“Come on in,” Snow Leopard called out, “the water’s fine!”

“Cover me,” Valkyrie said. She was next.

“How do you think it happened, Merlin?”

“I think it happened in the armor shop. They did the routine checks on all of us, and passed every A-suit.”

“How could they screw up that bad?”

“I don’t think it was a screw-up. Let’s go.”

We plodded across black sands and splashed into a cold, fast-running river. I walked in until I was fully under and the surface was a pale phosphorescent mass, rippling over my head. At first it was so dark it was like walking in ink, but as my darksight adjusted to the underwater world I saw the water was full of faintly sparkling silt, floating eerily past us. We walked against the current on a bed of rounded pebbles, through great fields of pale filmy weeds. I could vaguely see Eleven up ahead, but the tacmap was trashcomplete trash. A massive, sunken tree appeared to one side, twisted limbs reaching out to me like a childhood nightmare. The darksight gave everything a faintly green tingea river of midnight green.

“This is great,” Merlin said. “The mineral content is so heavy it’s like walking through a deceptor field. Nobody’s going to find us in here!”

“It’s good news, Four,” Snow Leopard replied. “Let’s start walking. I want to put some distance between us and the insertion point. Then we’ll break for the night.”

A school of phospho white fish darted past us. Liquid sheets of faintly glowing light flowed gently past. Another tangle of black sunken trees, a series of great boulders, then free-floating masses of luminous green algae sliding off my armor. We walked against a strong current and had to lean into it to make progress.

“This is really wild!” Psycho exclaimed in delight. “Merlin, bet you can’t spear one of those fish with your hot knife!”

“Save your energy,” Snow Leopard said. “We’ve got a lot of walking to do.”

I came out from the kitchen, cold as ice, the E extended before me. They were in the family room. The lady was sitting on a sofa with a cup of hot tea, watching the wall screen. The two little red-haired kids were playing with holo toys on the carpet. Domestic blissbut I’d put an end to that. I was there to finish the job.

“Mrs. Biergart?” I inquired. Startled, she almost dropped her tea, and turned in her seat to face mea heavy, older mortal lady with reddish hair and splotchy skin. The E was at my shoulder and the laser sight was right on her forehead. The teacup went thenshe paled and her mouth opened. I fired, and her head exploded like a ripe melon, splattering blood and brains and bone all over the room. The children screamed and scrambled up from the floor as I shot the first one right in the chest. It knocked him against a wall smeared with his own gore. The second child cowered in a corner, pale and shaken, twitching with terror, splattered with his brother’s blood. Pale blue eyes, I thought, just like his father. Staring at me! I shot him through the forehead.

I awoke screaming, terrified, and was overcome with a blind panic when I saw only darkness. Then my faceplate lit up with data and I remembered I was at the bottom of the river.

“What is it? Answer!”

“Deto! What?”

“It’s ThinkerThinker, answer!”

“Nothing! Nothing! It’s nothing,” I said groggily. “I’m sorryit was a nightmare.”

“Aw, scut!”

“You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“All right, settle down!”

“Hey, can a guy get some sleep around here?”

“Blackoutnow!”

My heart was thumping and I was covered in cold sweat. The current gently washed over my armor. Black weeds moved all around me. We were all flaked out on the bottom of the river hidden in a massive tangle of dead rotting trees and mud and seaweed. Sleeping, at last, renewing ourselves for the coming day’s march up the river. The nightmares were getting worse, I thought. I couldn’t even sleep any more.

“Thinkerit’s Priestess.” She was on private. “Was it Biergart again?”

“Yeah,” I confessed. “I shot his wife and kids. It was terrible.”

“I’m sorry.”

“So am I.”

“It doesn’t make sense, you know.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s not logical, Thinker. Why should you let the memory of this man torture you?”

“I don’t know.”

“He was a cheap, sleazy, third-class professional criminal who turned Whit over to the Systies for a handful of coins.”

“I executed him,” I reminded her. “I shot him through the back of the head. That’s the problem.” The nightmares are getting worse, I thought. We may have rescued Whit, but I left a little piece of my soul behind on Katag. Deadman is not going to let me forget this one. I deserve it, I thoughtI deserve it!

“We had no choice, Thinker. It was him or us. Would you feel happy if we were in a Katag jail right now?”

“No. But I probably wouldn’t have these nightmares.”

“It doesn’t make sense, Thinker. How many people did you kill on Andrion Two? How many on Coldmark? Or Mongera?”

“I don’t know. Quite a few, I guess.”

“Do you have nightmares about them?”

“No.”

“Why not? Why Biergart? How do you feel about the Systies you killed on Coldmark?”

“The DefCorps? I feel only admiration for them.” I thought about it, and the memories washed over me. “Yes, they were soldiersthey died facing us. They were heroes, for a bad cause. How else could I feel?”

“Heroes. But you don’t have nightmares about them. Instead you regret the death of that fat slug Biergart, who would have sold us out in a microfrac for cold cash if he’d had half a chance.”

“I never said it made sense, Priestess.”

“Don’t you love me, Thinker?”

“Of course I do. You know I do.”

“If you hadn’t shot him, I’d be rotting in a Katag jailor worse. So would you. And Dragon.”

“I know.”

“It was Biergart or me. Think of it that way.”

“I don’t order these dreams, Priestess. And I can’t make them go away.”

“ALERT! DefCorps armor! Multiple DefCorps readings!” As my eyes snapped open, my faceplate filled with data. Green luminous DefCorps A-suits appeared on my tacmap, suddenly on us, my God, 20 mikes, so close I could already see one visually right through the silt, a wavering green ghost, leading the march. Adrenalin shot through my veins. I raised my E and snapped off the safety. We were still on the bottom of the river, sleeping in a great mass of tangled debris, almost buried in the mud and weeds, side by side, fields of fire already set.

“Nobody move!” Snow Leopard hissed. “They may miss us! Let them go if they don’t spot us!” My heart thumped wildly. Fifteen mikes! How could they miss us? I snapped the E to auto xmax and the indicator lit up on my faceplate. Two of them now, walking upstream, fighting a swift current, leaning forward, their Systie armor a greenish bronze in the darksight, Systie SG’s across their chests, the power of the cosmos. More of them! Three, four, five, emerging from the sparkling haze like phantoms, plodding forward patiently, intent on the march.

“I have nine I have ten,” Sweety whispered in my ear. “Ten DefCorps troopers, SG’s on safe!”

SG’s on safe! They were completely unaware of our presence! We were half buried in the mud, obscured by dead sunken trees and a forest of shimmering weeds and our own camfax and the swirling chaff from the mineral-laden silt.

“Easy, easy let them pass,” Snow Leopard whispered. “If they don’t react, don’t fire.” I was bathed in ice cold sweat. I could see more of them now. They were so close I could almost have reached out and touched them. They were walking the riverbed, passing us right by, a whole DefCorps squad. Green ghosts slowly filing past, the river washing debris all around them, a school of silver fish parting to avoid them. One move, one twitch, just one SG safety snapping off and the river would explode and boil with xmax and laser and multiple tacstars, rising up at once, and it would be a river of blood. I knew Psycho was salivating behind his Manlink, all safeties off, set to fire auto tacstar, his evil blue eyes glowing in the dark.

“They don’t see us, gang. Let ‘em go, let ‘em go.”

There was only Snow Leopard’s voice in our ears. Everyone else was stunned into silence. The Systie with the Manlink plodded along like the others, a long, long march, one step at a time, leaning into the current, just one foot after the other, for hours and hours and hours.

They passed us by. Passed us by! I could hardly believe it. We watched them move upriver, into the silty current and out of sight. A DefCorps squad! We lay there in the mud, the weeds swirling around us. In moments the Systies were only a vague blur on the tacmap.

Snow Leopard spoke again. “All right, they’re out of range. It’s over.” I set the safety on my E. My muscles were all tied in knots.

“What the hell has a guy got to do to get some sleep around here?” Psycho asked wearily.

“There’ll be no more sleep,” Snow Leopard responded. “It’s almost dawn. And our plans have just changed. We’re not taking the river. We’re going overland.”

“In daylight?”

“In daylight. Let’s goeverybody up!”

“What’s the story, One?” Valkyrie asked. “What was that Systie squad doing here?”

“I don’t know,” Snow Leopard replied, “but I don’t like it.”

“But what do you think, One?” Merlin asked. “What are they up to?”

“I think they were looking for us,” Snow Leopard said. “Let’s go.”

“Looking for us!” Speedy exclaimed. “But I thought we were on the same side, against the O’s! How do you know they weren’t reinforcements?”

“Cut the chatter,” Snow Leopard snapped. “Tamaling, did you pick up anything useful back there?” We were up and moving now, following our One, heading for the east bank.

“I’m sorry, One. Nothing useful. I was asleep and no, nothing useful.” Tara was probably kicking herself for not being on top of things.

“But how can we go out there in the daylight?” Speedy continued. “They’ll spot us for sure!”

“Silence in the ranks!” Valkyrie ordered. A DefCorps squad, I thought. Looking for us! It was bad enough fighting the O’s. It would be twice as hard if we had to take on the Systies as well. The mission was looking worse and worse.

Chapter 5

Deadman’s Cause

“That’s where we’re headed, gangright into those mountains.” Snow Leopard lowered the spotter. We looked down into a shallow valley, thick trees growing in swampy land at the bottom, then low rolling hills dotted with trees, the land rising gently, more hills, then the mountains, a great range of worn red stone, massive slabs of rock stretching to the horizon, fading to a dark blue, then a pale shadow. Uldo’s sun rose blood red behind the mountains in a dark, smoky sky. A golden haze touched the horizon beyond the mountains, fading to pink and violet. A luminous sky, darkening to blue and purple. Black clouds streaked overhead and lightning flashed every few moments. I knew it was deceptorshalf the planet’s atmosphere was charged, and our tacmaps were close to useless. But at least we knew we were safe as well.

“Looks like quite a walk, Snow Leopard,” Dragon said. “How long will it take?”

“That depends on how fast we move,” Snow Leopard replied.

“It’s all in the open,” Valkyrie said.

“Let’s do it,” Snow Leopard said. We set off, recon formation, down into the valley. Snow Leopard hadn’t said anything, but I could tell from the tacmap where we were going. The original plan had been to follow the river up the valley to the jumping off point just south of the target. But we were taking another route noweast into the mountains, then out the other side. Snow Leopard probably planned to follow the foothills north on the other side and approach the target from the east. It would take at least another dayprobably more. But I was certain Snow Leopard knew what he was doing. Our One was always right.

Strange tall trees rose all around us, creaking gently in a light breeze, topped by masses of slender pale green leaves. In the half-light of that dark dawn, the trees glowed phospho white. A faint mist fell from the sky, and the grassy earth was springy and resilient under our boots. Two pale birds glided overhead, calling to each other mournfully. A clap of thunder reverberated above us. It began to rain, hard.

“With luck, that swamp is going to flood,” Psycho remarked.

“You always see the bright side, Psycho,” I replied. “That’s why we like you so much.”

A flash of lightning lit up the sky.

“That’s good,” Merlin said. “Natural electrical activity is good for us. Makes us harder to spot.”

“I can hardly believe this,” Speedy said. “I thought we were going to walk the river. We’d be safer there.”

“Have you ever walked into a DefCorps ambush, Fourteen?” It was Scrapper, Valkyrie’s girl. She was normally quiet, no matter what.

“Nohave you?”

“Yes! And I have no intention of doing it again. That DefCorps squad was probably looking for us. The river is suicide.”

“But why should they be looking for us? We’re all fighting the O’s!”

“Speedy, the world isn’t that simple,” Dragon said. It was clear from his tone that he was getting tired of listening to Speedy’s bitching. “The reason you’re here is that you’re replacing a member of our squad who was killed by the Systies in the first joint operation against the O’s. I’d suggest you think about that and stop fighting the program.”

Speedy shut down. The rain was icy cold and a fine mist rose from the wet ground. A faint whistling noise, a whisper in the air.

“ALERT! GENETIC ENERGY STRAND!” Sweety shrieked in my ears.

“Snakes! Fire!” It snapped in the air, dropping at us right out of the trees, genetic death, a long filmy snakelike strand of cells, barely visible, peppered with raindrops, cracking like a whip, wrapping itself around Speedy in a microfrac. He had only instants to live.

Speedy erupted in flame, burning like a star. Dragon and I had him, our E’s on flame, spearing him like a bug on a pin. Great bursts of flame rushed over him, exploding, his A-suit spitting fire, the snake burning like paper, crackling, disintegrating to ash, whirling away into the air. Snow Leopard and Priestess joined in, E’s on full autoflame, and Speedy’s armor glowed red-hot. He fell onto his back, burning like a torch.

“ALERT! More strands!” My head snapped up. More of them came at us through the air, floating, seeking us out, snapping their tails, totally mindless and totally deadly.

“Flame! Use flame!” Snow Leopard cried out. Our E’s spat flame and the snakes erupted in the air, exploding like gas. It was Dragon who first discovered that the snakes burnt, on Mongera. I swept the sky with my E, and the others did the same. Somebody shrieked with laughter. The snakes spit sparks, coming apart, rolling into fiery balls in the sky. We filled the air with flame and the trees burnt all around us.

“Any more?” My heart was thumping. It was quiet. A single flash of lightning. Light rain. The trees, burning. Speedy was on his back, his suit glowing, smoking, hissing as the rain hit it.

“Fourteen, are you all right?” Priestess was right by his side. So was I. She opened the visor. He was silent, trembling, as pale as death.

“Speedy, are you tenners?”

“Life signs ten high,” Priestess said.

“It’s all right, Speedy, we flamed the creeper. It didn’t have a chance to burn through your armor.”

“Say something, Speedy.”

“He’s all right,” Priestess said again. “He’s fine.” The squad gathered around him.

“Speedy? You were lucky. We burned it before it was able to start the chain reaction. You’re one lucky guy!”

“Fourteen, Beta to Fourteen, acknowledge please.”

“Take five, Speedy, you deserve it.”

“What a day, huh, Speedy?”

“Look at it this way, Speedy, chances are it’ll be somebody else next time.”

But Speedy didn’t say anything. He just lay there in his A-suit, twitching.

We sloshed through the wetlands, cutting across icy streams and wading ankle deep through wet muddy turf. It was fairly open, but it sure was wet. Tall white trees towered around us, widely spaced. We were heading for the forest, still far ahead. The sky was full of heavy dark clouds and where we could see through the clouds, it was a slate-grey morning. The weak sun was still hidden behind the mountains.

It had been a long night, and it was going to be a long dayUldo’s day was thirty-three hours.

“Four, Three.” I needed information, and Merlin always had information. Merlin was our tech, our lab rat, our wizard. He knew everything.

“Yeah, Thinker.”

“Do you think the O’s know where we are, after that scrap with the snakes?”

“That’s a twelve, Thinker. The snakes just roam around and attack the appropriate genetic material. They’re really quite primitive. There’s no commo with the O’s. The O’s just program them to patrol a certain area, and then set them loose.”

“I see.”

“We’re likely to run into more of them. I’d stay awake, if I were you.”

“I’ll do that, Merlin. Thanks.”

One foot in front of the other, sloshing through the muck, mists rising from the water. It stopped raining. A flight of white birds rose from a tree, flapping into the air, squawking. It was a brand new day, and the clouds had borders of crimson and gold. It was incredibly beautiful out here. Uldowe were to die for Uldo. Fine, I thought. I had no homelet it be Uldo. But meantime it was to be one foot after another, for hours and hours. Exhausting hours of boredom, punctuated by moments of stark terror. That was the Legion.

“Somebody’s tearing the hell out of the at,” Valkyrie announced. We had paused briefly on a great shelf of crumbling, unstable rock, hidden in the cold shadow of a tall, massive mountain ridge of red stone. In our camfax, we were virtually invisible but we all felt naked out on the rocks.

“Those are antis,” Snow Leopard said. “That’s the offensive.”

I snapped my visor open and raised my canteen to my lips. The air was fresh and cold. The sky was clearing upwe certainly didn’t need that. The ridge towered up to the sky above us, glittering like diamonds, totally magnificent and totally impersonal. It made me feel like a worm, wriggling along in the dirt. This was certainly God’s country, and we were clearly intruders.

“Twelfth, Twelfth, Twenty-Second, respond please.” It was very faint, and racked with static, but we heard it clearly.

“Did you hear that?”

“Why would the Twenty-second want them to break blackout?”

“That’s our unit!” We were all shocked into attention.

“Twelve, Two Two, request you ” A roar of static. A vague flicker ran over the sky. Then the air moved around us, just a little. A gentle rush. Our tacmaps went dead.

“Deadman.”

“That was a big one.”

A burst of static, a burning roar, a metallic screech, a faint screaming; was it human?

“What was that?” We could only listen, helpless and horrified.

“Two Two, Ten ” A roar of static. ” lost the Twelfth, repeat; believe we’ve lost the Twelfth. We’ve got a strato anti burst coming at us. Nova, Nova ” A massive rush of noise, burning in our ears. I sat there frozen, unable even to move.

“Lost the Twelfth!” Speedy exclaimed suddenly. “What the hell does that mean? How can you lose an entire regiment?”

“Shut down!” Valkyrie snapped.

“But what do they mean?”

“Shut your filthy trap!”

I was stunned. The 12th was our regiment. And if the maxburst from the 10th was correct, they had just been snuffed out like a candle.

“Ten, Two Two, Two Two, respond please!”

But there was no response from the 10thonly static. Another regiment was gone. It was so horrifying I could barely comprehend it. The 12th was our familythe 12th was us! How could they be gone? All those peopleall those soldiers! Immortals, bound for Hell. I looked over at Snow Leopard. He stood, his E in his arms, looking up to the sky, and I’d never seen a look like that before.

Exhausted, I picked at my rations. I was almost too tired to eat. We had climbed the mountain all day and now it was night again, another smoky night flickering with atmospheric deceptors just the way we liked it. We had made our way up the steep western slopes of the mountain ridge, then along one side of a ravine, and now we were on the eastern side on our way down. My legs were rubbery, twitching and weak inside the A-suit. And Sweety wouldn’t give me any more mags, the bitch. I was so tired I just wanted to sleep. And that’s precisely what we were going to doValkyrie had the first watch.

Gnats swarmed around my face and rations. Deadman.

I tried to brush them away. Gildron lurched into view and squatted nearby, resting his E on a rock.

“Trade you a fruit chew for a choco,” Tara said. She was sitting right next to me.

“SorryI ate all my chocos.”

“It’s high energy,” Tara said. “You should have saved some for tomorrow.”

“I guess I live for today,” I said. We all had our helmets off. We were covered with mud and dirt. Tara grimaced as a swarm of gnats attacked her face and settled on her fruit chew. I laughed. “How you doing, Tara?”

She waved listlessly at the gnats and gave me a dazzling smile. “You shouldn’t ask questions like that, Beta Three.”

“Why not? You’re not happy?”

“On the contrary,” she said dreamily, “I’m very happy. I’ve never been happier. You could even say I’m ecstatic. Yesecstatic!”

“Rightme too,” I replied wearily.

“I’m not kidding, Wester. I mean it. I am truly happy, for the first time in many years.”

“Yeah? Why’s that, Tara?” I never knew what she was going to say. But it was usually illuminatingshe was an unusual girl.

“Because it’s right and proper that I be here, Wester. It’s absolutely perfect. I don’t know why the Legion sent me on this mission, Wester. It’s as much a mystery to me as it is to you. But I know the real reason I’m here. This is my penance, my purification for all my sins. That’s why I’m here, Wester, why I’m really here. This is my reward; this is what I deserve for my past, for all my sacrifices, for all my sins. I feel holy, Wester. I feel good.”

“Sorryyou lost me there. What are you talking about?”

“You’re so lucky, Beta Threeso lucky! It’s so simple for you. All you have to do is carry an E. You have no idea how lucky you are.”

“Lucky?” I laughed. “I’m a hired gun! There’s no luck involved.”

“No, you’re an Angel of the Lord! You’re the Sword of Deadman! Don’t tell me you joined the Legion because you were bored. Stepping through that gate is a horrific actit’s almost like suicide. Why did you do it? Don’t lie to me, Wester, I know you too well! What were you looking for? We’re all serving the same Godwhat do we die for?”

“JusticeI suppose.” I was so tired I was having trouble keeping my eyes open, but I knew what motivated Tara, and I knew it motivated the Legion as well.

“Justice! Exactly! That’s what the Legion is all about, that’s what they’ve been shouting into our ears from the very beginning, isn’t it? And what do you think it means?”

“It means the oceans will run red with blood until all the evil is gone. Even if it kills us all.”

“Preciselywell put! Yes, that’s exactly it. Justice before all, Justice over all, Justice first and everything else second. ‘I have burnt the book of laws, to serve the Deadman’s cause.’ That’s our creed, isn’t it? I know what Justice means. I’m paying for my sins, Wester. But it’s all right with me. I’m happy here. We’re doing something good, Wester, something simple and good, for our people. We’re marching in the mud, for God, for Justice.”

“What is your problem, Tara? You once told me you were on a Mission from God. I thought that a little strange, considering your occupation.”

She hesitated, and shook her head. It was darkI couldn’t really see her face. “My sins are too horrible to relate, Wester. You know what I’ve been. I’m Cintana Tamaling, galactic slaver. I’ve delivered thousands of hopeless innocents into the gates of Hell. But it was all for the Legion, Westerevery breath I draw is for the Legion. I was the perfect asset with the perfect cover. Nobody in the System would ever suspect Cintana Tamaling of being a Legion agentthe very concept was unthinkable. I was on the Legion death list, after all, along with my whole crew. I was slavery’s notorious Black Lotus, infamous throughout the System, and not a single one of my slaves will ever forget me. They carry my mark. It’s a debt, Westera debt.”

“Oh, wonderful. So the Legion was sponsoring a slaver! Terrific. I knew you were reporting to them, but I didn’t know they were actively backing you. I hope you’re going to tell me why.”

“I’m paying, Wester. Right now. I was phenomenally successfulmore successful than we had ever dared dream. We’ve got the entire galactic network nowthere’s not a single organization that didn’t deal with me. Every world I visited is marked. Every slaver, every Systie official, every cop, every expeditor, every last, sleazy crim, everyone who lifted a finger or held open a doorthey’re all on the death list now, every single one.”

“Great! So they’re on the list! How many slaves did you sell for that?”

“It’s the wheel of history, Wester. I knew an angel oncea psycher. He made me, Wester. He was a genius. He was tortured, obsessed, brilliant, insane, divine. My angel! He showed me the galaxy, the way it really was. He ripped the scales right off my eyes and it almost blinded me. I worship the man, but sometimes I think I’d kill him if I could. He was truly drivenhe was mad, but he taught me everything. He whispered the Legion’s darkest secrets into my ears, because I had to know. He cut the Legion cross right into my heart. He made me cry, he made me pray, for Justice. That was his God, and the Legion’s GodJustice! He made me promise to fight for Justice, no matter whatno matter how hard it would be.”

Tara paused to catch her breath. The gnats were still with us, snacking on my face. It was dark and cold.

“It was hard, Wester. It was so hard! It was only after I had promised that he told me everythingabout what I would have to do. I was horrified when he told me. I cried with grief, for myself. Then he told me more. The Legion takes a long view of history, Westera very long view. Yes, I’ve been collecting names. I’m an undertaker, compiling a list of the dead. Only they aren’t dead yet. But the hand of the Legion is on them nowthey’re all going to die, for Justice.”

“And just how is the Legion going to do that?” I was nodding off, but I had to admit she told a good story.

“That’s what my Angel told me, Wester. It’s not just a theoretical exercise. These people are all going to die, on Judgment Day. And Judgment Day is coming for every System world. And on Judgment Day the evil will all die, and the innocent will be freed.”

“Yeah?”

“Yesthe System is doomed, Wester. History is clear on that. And the Legion is clear on it as well. We know we must destroy the System, or it will destroy us. We must attack it head-on and not stop until the entire rotten structure collapses into fragments. Then we drive a stake into its heart, so it will never arise again.”

“So we’re going to replace their empire with ours?” I asked.

“No, Wester. The stage after empire is decay and dissolutionalways. There are no exceptions, ever. ConFree knows that. We’re never going to be an empire. We’re going to smash the System, liberate all Outworlders who want to be liberated, ensure galactic slavery is dead, then return to our own sector and remain faithful to ourselves, our own people and our own traditions. The rest of the galaxy can do as they wish, once the System breaks up. But once we land on a Systie world, the slavers had best watch out. We’re going to cleanse those worldsall of them. It’s not a paper plan, Wester; it’s not a think piece. This is the Legion’s goal. Slavery is to be annihilated from the Galaxyalong with the System that supports it. It may take generations, but the Legion has got plenty of time for Justice. That’s the goal, WesterJustice. But we’re not doing it for some theoretical ideal, we’re not doing it to conquer the galaxy or liberate humanity from its own stupidity. We’re doing it for our own people, for every civilian housewife on every ConFree world who doesn’t give a damn for politics and just wants to raise her family in peaceand for their children. And for all those Outworlders and Assidics who live in slavery under the System. And on Judgment Day, the Legion will fall from the sky and open the Book of Death, and everyone in the Book will die.”

“That’s crazy, Tarathat’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.” I really wanted to close my eyes and sleep.

“Yesisn’t it? They’re really serious, Wester. Millions are going to die! And it’s all I ever wanted from life. You remember meeven as a child, I was always outraged by what I saw. All I wanted was justice. Well, God should have mercy on people who get what they want.”

“And what about all those slaves, all those lives you ruined?”

“Yes, we owe them too, Wester. We owe them justice as well. There’s a White Book as well. Every one of my people is in there.”

“Oh great! I’m sure that makes you feel a whole lot better! And what does the Legion give them, on Judgment day, assuming they’re still alivean apology?”

“A new life, Wester. Immortality. Peace. Everything. We give them everything. Life and Death, Westerthat’s what we offer, on Judgment Day.”

“Wonderful. Well, I’m glad to hear our leaders are completely insane. It should ensure that my lifestyle doesn’t change.”

“Yesisn’t it wonderful? This is all I ever want to do, Westerwalking in the mud with an E. It’s my penance. I never want to see the Maiden again!”

Gildron moaned. Tara turned to him. “Oh, Gildron! Don’t worry; I’ll never leave you! I’ll love you forever, old friend!”

I lay back, my head on my ratpack, and closed my eyes. I couldn’t stay awake any more, not even with Tara’s hypnotic voice whispering in my ears.

I dreamed about Moontouch. She came at me out of the dark in a cloud of incense. Candles flickered in the background and I knew she was in the Tomb of the Kings on Andrion 2, praying for my soul. She was as lovely as an angel fallen from the sky, a pale angel with long silken black hair and hypnotic eyes. She wore a black cloak and she held up a babya beautiful, strong, squirming baby boy with luminous skin and eyes that shone in the dark. There was a Legion cross burnt right onto the baby’s forehead, and the crown and skull of the Book was etched onto his chest.

“Our Prince, Slayer,” she said. “Behold our sonhe is the Emperor of the Dark, the King of the Dead. I pray he may join these immortals, in time.” The Kings of Southmark were lined up behind her, skeleton Kings propped up on their ancient thrones, ruling an empire of death. The baby cried out, the lusty voice of new life echoing in the Tomb of the Kings.

“We await you, my King,” Moontouch said. “I am your slaveI guard your son with my life! I know you will return to meI know it! I will cry rivers of tears until you return to see your son. He will be a great warrior, my King. He will lead into battle the hosts of the Armies of the Dead, and nothing will stand before him. He will rule for many years, and die in battle as a great King of Southmark, bathed in blood, and I will lie beside him in the Tomb of the Kings. You must return, to see our son!” Her lovely face was fierce and proud, but she was crying freely.

It broke my heart. It simply broke my heart.

The blast was so loud it almost deafened me. My eyes snapped open and a white-hot phospho core was spitting actinic tracers up into the sky and all over our camp site, flashing and crackling only a few mikes away from us, catching us all in its light, a whole squad of downed A-suits, black cenite reflecting the light. It was so bright it almost blinded me. Fully adrenalized, I scrambled to my feet with my E. The echo rolled through the mountains.

The thing continued erupting white-hot, dancing along in the dark, blazing away, spitting and sparkling, a miniature star to light up our life.

A burst of xmin shattered my thoughts, glittering golden tracks. The star exploded, a tremendous bang, the shock wave rocking us all, tracers again lighting up the sky, shooting up to the clouds, then falling slowly like hot rain. The thing was gone, snuffed out by the blast. The echoes ricocheted off the mountains, slowly fading. My eyes were so dazzled I could hardly seeI had not had my helmet on.

“What the hell was that?” someone asked breathlessly.

“There’s nobody here,” Valkyrie said. She was up and scanning with her E. “Nobodyit’s clear.”

“Perimeter is secure,” Merlin reported shakily.

“That was a nova beacon,” Snow Leopard stated quietly. His E was still smoking. He had blown the device apart.

“A nova! What the hell!” Dragon exclaimed.

“Well, where did it come from?” Scrapper demanded.

“Cinta,” Snow Leopard commanded, “go to private.”

I snapped on my helmet. I was shaking. A nova beacon! That was a last resort distress signal. It would attract everyone on the planet, it would signal our location to everyone! What the hell!

“Aw right, who was it?” Psycho demanded angrily. “Who’s the retard who set off the nova!”

“Thinker, I don’t like this,” Priestess told me.

“Neither do I, Priestessthis is bad news!”

“Count your novas, Valkyrie!” Snow Leopard ordered. Only Snow Leopard and Valkyrie carried novas.

“One is missing,” Valkyrie responded, looking through her fieldpak. “Damn it!”

“That’s it then,” Snow Leopard said. “Where were they?”

“They were with the rest of the gear, right here.” We had piled our gear together where everyone could find it easily in the dark.

“Merlin? You were on duty.”

“I didn’t see a thing, One! It was dead quiet. Then the damned thing went off, and it was so bright I couldn’t see anything else!”

“Did anyone set it off by accident? Answer up!” But there was no answer. It seemed that nobody had set it off by accident. That left only one other possibility.

“We move!” Snow Leopard snapped. “Now! On me, Beta!” I had never heard him so upset. We scrambled around hurriedly to get our gear. Our location had just been compromised in the worst possible way. A missile might be on its way, right now, death might be only instants away. We hustled into the dark behind our One.

Stumbling downhill through the dark, my mind was a torrent of contradictory images. Moontouch was with me like a phantom, swirling all around me. I had done all I could for her and for my child, but it had not been enough. I had never seen my son. And the way things were going, it appeared increasingly unlikely that I would ever see him, or ever again feel Moontouch’s satin skin. Who was it, I thought? Who could have done such a thing?

“Tara, Wester.”

“Yes, Wester.” She sounded tense.

“You’re a psycher! Who was it? You looked into everybody’s mind, didn’t you? Snow Leopard asked you to, didn’t he?”

“It’s not that easy, Wester.”

“What do you mean by that? I thought you were a hot psycher! Did you find anything or not?”

“Nobody knows, Wester. Nobody knows.”

I almost lost my balance. We were sliding down a steep slope of slippery pebbles.

“How can nobody know, Tara? Somebody set off that novaone of us!”

“That’s affirmative, Wester. But everyone is still in shockI’ll have to wait until things calm down. It wasn’t conscious, Westerit’s a lot deeper than that.”

“You mean it was an accident?”

“No, Wester, it was deliberatebut it wasn’t conscious.”

“What does that mean?”

“I can’t say any more.”

“Talk to me, Tara!”

“I’m sorry. I’ll tell you later.”

“Damn!” I switched over to Merlin. Not conscious! What did she mean? “Four, Three.”

“Four. What.”

“You tell me, Merlin. You had the duty. What the hell happened?”

“Somebody set off a novahaven’t you figured that out yet?”

“Somebody! You mean one of us?”

“There was nobody else there, Thinker.”

“Couldn’t it have been an accident?”

“That’s a twelve, Thinker. It was deliberate.”

“But what does it mean?”

“Somebody is violently opposed to this mission, Thinker. That’s clear.”

“Who?”

“I’ve got my own ideas. But I’m not ready to share them yet.”

“Come on, Merlin! This is life or death!”

“I may be wrong. I’ll tell you when I’m sure.”

“Aw scut!” I broke the connection and almost walked over a cliffI managed to stop just in time.

“Watch out for that drop.”

“Thanks!” We were putting distance between us and the campsite as rapidly as possible. Nothing had yet dropped from the sky to pulverize the sitewe were lucky so far.

“Black Jade, Control!” It must have been a full-power blast, but we could barely hear it through the deceptors. “We read your nova and note your zero. Do you require extraction, over?” But we couldn’t respond. We just continued hustling over the rocks. I could see the mission coordinator in my mind, back in Recon Control, sipping on his dox, bored.

“Black Jade, Control. If you require extraction, please pop another nova, over.” We did not respond. There was no need. Our One did not want extraction. We were going to go on, no matter what. Speedy was whining, muttering to himself.

Damn! One of us was a traitor, conscious or not. My mind reeled at the concept. Who could it be? Not Snow Leopard, surelyimpossible! He was our leader. He’d die for the mission. He almost had, on Mongera. He had no doubts of any kind. He would lead us into Hell, blind, no matter what. No, it was not Snow Leopard. I knew it wasn’t me. Surely I’d know if it was me! No, impossibleI had been in the middle of a dream! Could it be Merlin? He had the watch. Merlin had been with us since the beginning of the squad, since Providence, since Planet Hell. But he never really belonged in a Legion squad. Four was a tech, a lab rat. Why had he volunteered to carry an E? They offered him a first-class research position after Mongera, but he turned it down. He had seen too much on Mongera. And he paid his dues on Coldmark. Both his legs were artificial. It was not inexplicable after all, I thought. He had thrown away his future to die in the mud, with Beta. He was one of us now. He would never betray us!

Who, then? Psycho? Out of the question! He was as predictable as a biogen. All he wanted was to fight, to annihilate our enemies with his Manlink. The little jerk was a giant pain in the ass, but he would never betray us. The Legion was all he wanted from life.

Beta Eight? Dragon? Out of a murky, violent past, he took to Legion life like a shark to water. He was a natural-born killer, and I could not imagine Beta without him. He had been wounded badly on Coldmark, and stood with us against the O’s and the Systies on Mongera. Nonot Dragon. If anyone had approached him proposing treason, he would have shot him in the head and told us about it later. Dragon was like Psychothe Legion was his life.

That left Priestess, out of the survivors from our original squad. I simply discarded it. Beta Nine was a believer. Born in a Legion world, she had looked up to the stars and made a vow. She ran on pure faith. She carved a Legion cross into the walls of the Omni base on Andrion 3, and she took xmax in the chest on Mongera. Nothing could shake her faith in the Legionshe had enough faith for us all. No, it could not be Priestess.

Who was left? The two survivors from Gamma, Valkyrie and Scrapper. Valkyrie was my lover, in HellI had never understood her, except I knew she was much stronger mentally than I was. She had been captured by the Systies on Andrion 2, and we rescued her on Coldmark. Then Gamma had been annihilated on Andrion 3, and she lost her new lover, Boudicca, on Mongera. It had changed hershe lost her soul. Now she was a fanatic, a killer, a lunatic. Systies and O’s were only moving targets to her. She cared only for Scrapper, the last survivor from Gamma.

And Scrapper, now Beta Twelveanother holy, cursed walker from Gamma’s catastrophe. She had been a pleasant, chatty, intelligent girl before Andrion 3. But after Andrion 3 and Mongera, she changed. Now she was silent, moody, walking in Valkyrie’s tracks. I had no idea what she was thinking. She never talked to me any more. She hardly talked with anyone, except Valkyrie. They were both unreadable. But they were both fanatics, serving the Legion and no one else. Who would be crazy enough to try and use them to betray us? Who would be brave enough?

Then there were the two new squadies, the girl, Thirteen, and the boy, Fourteen. Twister was mostly scared, it seemed, but she was hanging in there bravely, silent, coping. Speedy was nothing but trouble. He hadn’t stopped bitching and whining since the mission started. He certainly wasn’t a mission enthusiast. He was evidently terrified, ready to jump out of his skin, and the snake attack hadn’t helped matters any. He wanted to go homethat was clear enough.

Who had assigned them to the squad? Snow Leopard would knowhe had asked for replacements when it appeared unlikely that Dragon and Priestess and I were going to return. I knew very little about either of them. Both were likely suspects. But they were just kids, completely new to the Legion. Would I choose someone like that to undertake a sensitive covert mission?

Probably not. They weren’t the only likely suspects. Tara and Gildron were the oddest of all. Their presence in the squad was completely inexplicable to me. Why would the Legion want to waste a psycher of Tara’s immense talents on a dangerous recon mission like this one? And why the ape? It made no sense. There was certainly something the Legion had not told us about Tara and Gildron.

I had known Tara longer than any of the otherswe attended midschool on the same world. But she took a very strange road to the present and I had no idea, any more, how her mind worked. All I knew was that she operated at a much higher level than me. How could I judge her? And wasn’t she a believer? More so than any of us?

Who, then? Gildron? A complete unknown. Impossible to even guess. Would he want to betray us? He was Tara’s creaturehe would do whatever she said. If he was against us, so was Tara.

Who would betray us? I didn’t know. I didn’t really want to know. It was going to hurt to find out.

We took our first break halfway down the eastern slopes of the mountains, watching a luminous dawn silently tinting the horizon behind a totally black line of hills. Below was a great flat plain, completely featureless in the dark. It was still cloudy. Behind us, in the west, the sky was velvet ink. I sipped cold water from my cooler as the sunrise slowly burnt its way into the sky. I cradled my E in my arms. We were ready for an attack. The O’s probably knew exactly where we were, thanks to our nova beacon.

“Three, Eight.” He was on private. There was certainly a lot of conversation underway on the private net. It was a bad sign.

“Yes, Dragon.”

“I want you to know I don’t think it’s you. And I can tell you it’s not me. You can depend on me when the shooting starts.”

“Thanks, Dragon. Who do you think it is?”

“I kind of favor your buddy Cintaor Tara, or whatever name she’s using today.”

“Well, I don’t know, Dragon.”

“She’s a psycherthere are only five of us who know that. Snow Leopard, Valkyrie, you, me, Priestess. The others presumably don’t know. If any of the others did it, she should know. And the five of us wouldn’t try it, ‘cause we know she’s a psycher. Right? Snow Leopard talked with her. If she didn’t name anyone else, that leaves her, and her pet.”

“But maybe it was psypowerthe O’s. They’ve got to be more powerful than she is. Maybe they did something to somebody that didn’t leave any conscious trace.”

“There was no psyprobe alert, Thinker. The techs swear the damned things work. If the O’s had projected psypower on us, our psybloc would have activated.”

“Yeah, well, the tacnet power reserves should have worked, too.”

“Right. Good point. Well, no matter what, I think we can trust Snow Leopard, Valkyrie, you, me, and Priestess. All others are suspect.”

“Unless Cinta’s covering for one of us. You ever think of that?”

“Scut. You’re rightthere may be more than one!”

“It means we have to be alert every instant. We can’t trust anyone!”

“You got that right.”

Don’t trust anyone! Absolutely right. We were facing more than O’s and Systies nowwe were facing ourselves. The ultimate mission, I thoughtBeta against Beta. It was insanecompletely insane. We could always depend on ourselves, before. Now even that was denied us.

“One, Three.” I kept it on private.

“Yes, Three.”

“This is going to eat up the squad, One. Shouldn’t you say something?”

“Not yet, Thinkerthe time’s not right.”

“Couldn’t Tara tell you anything? She must know something!”

“The short answer is she doesn’t know.”

“Do you suspect her?”

Snow Leopard paused, then replied cautiously. “There are reasons for her presence here that I have not yet revealed. But the reasons are not completely convincing.”

“You can depend on me, Oneno matter what!”

“Thank you, Thinker. Keep alert.”

“I’ll do that.”

The sky flickereddeceptors, flowering above the clouds like a great, orange blossom. The Legion was still with us. My blood was ice cold in my veins. I knew we were going through with the mission. Beta One was going to accomplish the mission, even if it killed us all.

“Let’s go, gangwe’re going down to the plain,” Snow Leopard ordered.

“Down to the plain?” Speedy echoed. “Won’t the O’s spot us down there?”

“No, they won’t,” Snow Leopard replied. “We’ll be safer there than here. You’ll see.”

Chapter 6

Messages From the Dead

The reason for One’s confidence became clear as we reached the plain. Our tacmods were completely snowed under, and the cause was all around us. We walked warily past a massive amtac, half-buried in the dirt. It had meltedit was just a great blob of cenite, frozen forever, an obscene slagheap. Dead A-suits lay all around us, twisted and burnt, the faceplates all meltedLegion A-suits. Shattered pieces of armor pitted the dead earth. An armored arm, white bones jutting out of one end. A shattered E. A helmet, split wide open, a charred skull looking up at us silently. The sun came upit cast long shadows all around us. A twisted aircar lay completely upside down, surrounded by wreckage. Three Legion A-suits sprawled prone side by side in a shallow depression, silent forever, still behind their E’s, sighting a long-gone enemy. Ghost soldiers, I thought. Dear holy God, we don’t need these imagesstop it!

But the plain was full of dead A-suits and smashed equipment, and little rock rats scuttled everywhere. The soil was just dustthere was no vegetation. We came upon a tacair base with a downed Legion fighter burnt black, a massive, dead bird. Then a line of amtacs blown to smithereens, the wreckage scattered over the dusty plain.

And then we stopped. A Legion soldier on his knees cradled a wounded comrade in his arms, pressing a canteen up against his squadie’s lips. Dead in a microfrac, the A-suits fused together forever, an eternal monument to war and humanity. The wounded one had his visor up, to get the water. His face was a skull.

“Oh, no.” Somebody was crying.

“Silence in the ranks!” Valkyrie snapped. “Forward, Beta! They’ll pay for it! They’ll pay!”

We moved, forward. I didn’t need Snow Leopard to tell methis was the Cauldron, where the Eighth Legion had perished against the System. These were soldiers from the past, soldiers of the Legion who had died for the future and for Uldo. Well, we were the future, and our job was to make sure they had not died in vain. When we were through with the O’s, we were going after the Systies, I knew. Uldo was ourswe had paid for it in blood!

We walked for hours, and it never changed. The wreckage of an entire Legion was spread out over the plain. We didn’t touch any of itit was holy ground. I knew it was very unlikely the O’s would spot us here. There was so much cenite here, a little more would make no difference at all.

A cold wind blew all around us, raising yellow dust. The dust swirled everywhere, obscuring the smashed aircars and the dead A-suits, and sometimes they seemed alive in the dust. An entire Legion, maneuvering all around us in one last, titanic battle. I tried not to think about it. I sure didn’t need this.

“I shouldn’t be long,” Snow Leopard said. “Only an hour. If I’m not back by then, investigate. If anything happens to me, continue the mission.”

“Tenners. We’ll be fine,” Valkyrie said.

“Keep everyone up against the wreckage, and no movement.”

“Tennersgo on!”

“Thinker, you want to come with me?”

“Sure.” I hadn’t been paying attention, and hadn’t the slightest idea where Snow Leopard was going. We detached ourselves from the shelter of the shattered squadmod and set off to the north. As we walked, One was silent. The temperature dropped. A scraggly treeline appeared ahead. Once, a forest had been there, but now it was dead, like everything else in the vicinity. Charcoal trees, their charred limbs scratching at the sky in silent protest.

“It’s right up ahead, Thinker.”

“What’s up ahead?”

“Take a look.” Snow Leopard stopped. He consulted a faded old printmap. He turned it over and showed me the reverse. It was a puzzling little diagram. It looked like a city plan, all divided up into little numbered squares, surrounded by roads. Only there was a pattern showing in the centera Legion cross. It looked like a plan for a public park. Then I saw the title, on the bottom:

“4/8 Legion Cemetery at Palin.”

“Come on,” Snow Leopard said. “It was right in the center of the forest.” I followed. The trees were just kindling, all burnt black. Why would Snow Leopard want to see a cemetery? The whole battlefield was a cemetery. Hadn’t we seen enough death?

It was still there, under a grey sky. Thousands of vertical cenite markers, blistered and burnt but still there, marked the dead. Rows and rows, laid out neatly in a dead, charcoal forest. Each marker had a Legion cross on top, the designation 4/8, the serial number, squad name and warname below, then the date, and then that last, awful line: “Died In Service.”

We walked slowly past the rows of markers. Some of them were marked “Unknown.” I followed Snow Leopard up and down the rows. Every once in awhile I saw my own designation, Beta Three. There were a whole lot of Beta Threes in the Legion. Once I saw Beta Nine’s designation, and then I stopped looking.

I drifted over to a dead tree and sipped at my canteen while Snow Leopard continued walking up and down the rows. I didn’t know why we were there. Once Snow Leopard cursed, quietly. Once he appeared lost, and consulted his map.

Finally he squatted in the middle of the cemetery. He was still looking around, but I couldn’t see his facehis back was to me. I didn’t say anything. The sky was completely covered with heavy grey clouds.

We had been gone a half-hour when Snow Leopard finally moved. He got up and walked right past me, back the way we had come. His faceplate was darkened.

“I couldn’t find him,” Snow Leopard said. I followed him. I was afraid to ask who he had been looking for. Finally he told me, as we picked our way around more downed A-suits back in the Cauldron.

“My father died there,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” I replied.

“Don’t be,” he said. “He died for meand you.” And Snow Leopard didn’t say anything else until we got back to the squad. It explained a great deal about our One, I thought. A great deal.

We continued advancing, moving carefully forward, staying close to the wreckage. There was plenty of wreckage to choose fromthe Eighth Legion was all around us. The sky was all grey now, completely overcast. It was getting colder. A persistent light breeze stirred up the yellow dust. As far as we could see ahead, there was nothing but the shattered shell of a once-mighty army.

“That’s a Systie aircar,” Dragon said. It appeared slowly out of the dust haze, shredded like paper, blown to bits. Broken bronze-colored DefCorps A-suits lay scattered around it like discarded toy soldiers, half buried in the shifting dust.

“ALERT! AIRSAT! Chemically charged aerolayer ahead! I detect thermodisplacement igniters! Recommend immediate retreat!” Sweety’s warning was icy clear. Adrenalin flooded my veins.

“Back! Back!” Snow Leopard ordered immediately. “Slowlycarefully!” We tiptoed back the way we had come, hearts thumping. Airsat! Damn!

“Let’s see where it’s goingfreeze in place!” We froze. I was next to a pile of dinged-up dropboxes and I tried my best to merge with them. A couple of little brown rock rats shot out of the dropboxes and scurried away. Their ancestors probably had plenty to eat, I thought.

Snow Leopard stood calmly in the open, looking through his spotter. Now Sweety had a grip on it, and she colored the airsat for meit had been invisible but now it was a pale pink on my faceplate, a massive blob of charged air blocking our path, drifting slightly in a light breeze. Thank Deadman for the tacmod, and thank the Legion for the techsif not for their twisted dark science, we would have walked right into that and set it off. Airsat would have pulverized us all, A-suits or not.

“The breeze is blowing it southwest,” Valkyrie said.

“It’ll come up against the hills,” Snow Leopard said, “and then start back. That’s probably the boundary. Merlin? Do you agree?”

“YeahI wouldn’t like to get between it and the hills. It’s probably free to wander wherever the breeze blows it, within certain set boundaries.”

“There’s no way it can detect us?”

“Not unless we walk into it. Then it’s all over. But as long as we can see it, we can outrun it.”

“I don’t like this,” Speedy said, tensely. We ignored him.

“All right, we go around it,” Snow Leopard said. “Northeast, then northwest.”

“There may be more of them,” Merlin said.

“We’ll deal with them one at a time,” Snow Leopard replied. “Beta, on me.” And he was off, his E balanced casually over one shoulder.

“One at a time,” Speedy mumbled. “Great! It’s obvious the place is completely surrounded by airsat. We can’t fight airsat, can we? Can we?”

“Keep your comments to yourself, Fourteen,” Valkyrie said. “When we want your opinion, we’ll ask for it.” Speedy did not respond. The fellow was starting to get on my nerves.

As we walked through the dust, Uldo’s sun rose higher and higher, but it was only a vague glow behind the grey clouds. We kept the airsat on our left. I hoped there were no more of them lurking up ahead. Getting trapped between two of them would be most unhealthy.

“Anybody got any dog vomit?” Psycho asked. We were huddled in a tangle of wreckage inside a blown-out squadmod, taking a quick break for lunch. We had our visors up and freezing air was turning our noses and lips blue as we wolfed down our rations.

“Yeah,” Dragon responded. “I’ve got one that I’m saving for tomorrow. You taking a survey, or what?”

“Give you two bat guano for it.”

Dragon laughed. “You’re a funny guy.”

“I haven’t finished! Two bat guano and a depth charge. Aw right?”

“I really like the DV,” Dragon said.

“So do I. What do you want for it?”

“You got a sister?”

I tuned out. “Priestess,” I whispered. “Look what I got.” She sat beside me silently staring into space, an empty ratpack in one hand. I passed her a doxcup and popped it open. The rich aroma rolled over us.

“Dox!” Her eyes sparkled and an angelic smile transformed her face. It was so lovely that my heart just ached for her. She took a sip with trembling hands. It was so hot it burnt her lips. “You’re a magician, Thinker. I love it!”

“Aw right, who’s been hoarding the dox? Thinker, you scut!” Psycho was outraged.

“Don’t badmouth my man,” Priestess said. “He’s just bought my soul with this dox.”

“Thinker, I’ll trade you two bat guano for a dox.”

“Some mission, huh, Thinker?” It was Merlin, resting with his back up against a crumpled bulkhead, spooning up his rations. “Remember Mongera?”

“A memorable vacation,” I replied.

“I never thought we’d get out alive,” Merlin said. “I thought we were all cooked for sure.” Merlin had survived Mongera without a scratch. It was miraculous, but he deserved it, after losing both legs on Coldmark. I had gotten through Coldmark all right but had lost an arm and a large chunk of my hide on Mongera. The Legion had grown it all back for me, just like Merlin’s new legs. If you stayed in the Legion long enough, you could eventually become entirely artificial. There were some people like that, still walking around pretending to be human. You could generally tell by the things they saidthey were seriously crazy.

“What are our chances for this one, Merlin?” I asked. It started to snowwet snow sifted softly down through the gaps in the roof of the squadmod and evaporated on our armor.

“Snowjust what we need,” Psycho said.

Merlin put his ratpack down and looked up at the shredded ceiling. “Technically, we’re in much better shape this time, Thinker,” he said. “We know how to kill the O’s now, and we didn’t last time. But it’s going to depend on what we meetand how many of them.”

Merlin sounded so casual, so matter of factas if he had been killing O’s all his life. It was truly miraculous. He had embraced death on Mongera; he had almost thrown his life away for Beta, for us all. I would never forget it. Mongera had changed us all.

“You’ve studied the O’s, Merlinwhat motivates them?” I knew that nobody knew the answer to that, but I respected Merlin’s opinions.

“I think their motivations may be similar to ours. They are an aggressive, expanding power. They’re migrating, hungry for new worlds, and as oxygen breathers, they want our worlds. They’re an ancient race, with awesome psychic abilities that we cannot match. It appears so far that the differences between human and O are so great they cannot be bridged. The Systies tried and failed. We’ve never even triedit’s hard to get to know somebody who’s trying to kill you.”

“But we’re making progress, aren’t we, Merlin?” Dragon asked. “I mean we’ve learned a lot. We know how to kill them now. And we’re still superior ship to ship.”

“Yesby Legion standards we’re making progress. You know, there are some very important points about the O’s that people tend to forget. For one thing, their technology is static. Their ships, their tactics, their weaponsit’s all exactly the same now as it was hundreds of years ago. When we first met the O’s, we lostalways. They were irresistible. Then, finally, we learned how to take on and defeat their star fleets. That ended the Plague War, and gave us a little breathing space. Until now, it was the only advantage we had. Their psypower insured we could not defeat them once they gained a foothold on a planet’s surface.”

“All right, so their technology is static. That’s good,” Dragon said.

“I’m not so sure. I worry about that. I worry a lot about it. You see, they’re not responding to us. You’d think if we improve our tactics and start blowing away their ships, that they’d respond with something new. But they don’t. They don’t respond at all. We get a lot of their ships but they keep coming, just like before. It’s almost as if we’re not worth bothering about.”

“What do you mean, Merlin?”

“Look at their tactics. They shower a target world with shipshundreds of them. The ships discharge hordes of O’s. The O’s split up and wander all over the place, slaughtering everyone they see until the opposition ceases. Then they round up the survivors. But there’s no grand strategy, there’s no coordination. It’s just individual O’s, doing their own thing, and we can’t stop a single one and eventually they take the whole planet.”

“But they are organized,” I objected. “They’re more advanced than we are. They’ve got starships, bases, cities maybe.”

“Yes, but look at how they fight us. One by one. Doesn’t that scare you?”

“Scare me? It would scare me if it wasn’t one by one!”

“Wrong, Thinker. Wrong. Think about it. I’ve said it before. They’re not taking us seriously, they’re not organized. We’re a minor inconvenience to them. We’re pests, to be swatted. If we ever really annoy them, they may decide to respond appropriately. Then we’ll be in serious trouble. And our offensive, right here, right now, may be just the thing.”

“Are you saying they’re not fighting us?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. We’ve been fighting them, for hundreds of years, but they haven’t really noticed. That’s scary as hell to me.”

It was a bad thought. I looked up. It was snowing heavier now, the flakes landing right on my face. The air was icy cold and pure.

“Well, when Mother gets through with them, they’ll know they’ve been in a fightI guarantee it.” Psycho examined his Manlink. She was his mistress, cold and silent and absolutely deadly. He loved her, without shame.

“Where do they come from, Merlin?” I asked.

“They’re from so far away that we cannot imagine it,” he replied. “From far back in time, from the very edge of the galaxy, from a blackened cinder circling a dead star, lost in a cosmic catastrophe. Now the whole race is on the move, and they’re not going to let it happen again.”

“That’s pretty good,” I said. Merlin didn’t know, of course. Nobody knewnot even after all this time. Their starships detonated, antimat, whenever we hit one. We had no idea where they came from.

“Their genetics are somewhat similar to ours,” Merlin continued, “believe it or not. They evidently consume human hemoglobin, and probably flesh as well. Nobody knows for sure. But they certainly take a lot of prisoners.”

“Thanks, Merlin. I needed that,” I said wearily.

“Everybody tenners here?” Snow Leopard stepped in from outside, his faceplate visor up. He was pale as death but his pink eyes were aliveI think I trusted him more than anyone I’d ever known.

“Yeah, we’re fine.”

“Don’t get too comfortable. We’ll be moving out in a few marks.” He slumped against a shredded bulkhead, staring into space.

“How’s Fourteen doing?” Dragon asked. Speedy was outside, with the others.

“Merlin, you were close to him, weren’t you?” Snow Leopard asked.

“Sorry, Onethe guy’s just fallen apart. There’s no talking to him anymore. He just doesn’t want to hear it.”

“He’s bad news, One,” Psycho said. Snow Leopard did not respond. But I knew he would deal with the problem, one way or another.

“How about our weapons, Merlin,” I asked. “Will all this fancy hardware really work?”

“Don’t worry about the weapons,” Merlin said. “We’re setand you can thank the techs. The stuff we used on Mongera was so primitive I’m amazed we survived. But the E2 ” He lifted his weapon to examine it. “It’s specifically engineered to bust O’s. Fire canister x and you shatter the mag shields and explode the O simultaneously. Then you can finish him off with whatever you wantmore x, biobloc, plasma, even laser. Once the shields are down, he’s dead meat.”

“Forget it, gang,” Psycho interrupted. “My tacstars are tipped with magbusters now. You’ll never get close to the O’s. I’ll get ‘em first.”

“How about the O’s psypower?” I asked. “It’s not going to give us any trouble?”

“I don’t see how,” Merlin said. “We had to fill the skies with psybloc last time. This time we carry it with us. We’ve got the freqs and as soon as the O projects, our helmet units will counter.” Our A-suit helmets had been modified and were now topped with psybloc transmitters.

“It’ll make us easy to spot,” Dragon said. The psybloc was not subtle when activated. It was kind of like walking around under a fireworks display.

“The important thing is, they won’t be able to control us,” Merlin said. “And you’ve all got plenty of psybloc grenades. If you’re ever in doubt, use ‘em! You have no idea how wonderful this psybloc is. Our fathers died by the billions, helpless in the power of the O’s. But the Legion has just changed that. It’s payback time, gentlemen.”

Psycho laughed. “I had no idea you were such a hardcore, Merlin.”

“It was Mongera,” Snow Leopard said quietly. “It was Beta, it was Badboyit was us. We did it, gang. We killed the first O, and brought its stinking carcass back to the lifies. Everything flows from that one dead O. We’re all going down in history, guys. When they look for the turning point, they’ll find Mongeraand Beta, and Gamma. They’ll find the Black Twelfth.” Historythat was One’s obsession. Well, he was probably right. Maybe it was our destiny to kill that original O, and then die on Uldo along with the rest of the 12th. Finelet it be so. But we’d go down fighting, I knew. They couldn’t deny us that.

We were walking into a silent, holy snowfall. Fat white snowflakes drifted down gently, covering the ground, transforming it all. The sky was all white as well. It all seemed so clean, so pureas if we were walking through heaven. Most of the wreckage from the Eighth was gone by nowwe were on the outer fringes of the Cauldron.

“How you doing, Thirteen?” I asked. I don’t know why I was so worried about Twister, but I was. I felt she was a part of our squad now. I didn’t feel the same about Speedy.

“Thanks, sir. I’m here. You’re not going to lose meno way.”

“Good. That’s great! You just stay close, Twister. You need any help, I’ll be there. Remember it!”

“Thank you Thinker.”

“ALERT! ENERGY SPHERE!” Sweety’s metallic voice echoed harshly in my ears. “Two energy spheres, as marked! Recommend biodee!”

“Go to ground!” Snow Leopard ordered. “Freeze! Weapons on biodee!” I dropped to one knee, my E up, making the adjustment. The tacmap was a blizzard of chaff, but I could see two phospho specks, fading in and out, off to the north, heading roughly east.

“They may not spot us,” Snow Leopard said.

“Spheres changing course,” Sweety informed us. “Spheres reversing direction, spheres heading for our zero.”

“They’ve spotted us!” Snow Leopard said. “These ones were probably searching for us. All right, gang, I want only biodeeno need for anything else. We did these guys on Mongerafire at my command!”

“Two energy spheres approachingspheres gaining altitude, spheres may dive from above, recommend auto biodee.” Absolutely right, Sweety, absolutely right! My heart was thumping. I watched the spheres on the tacmap, shooting up into the snowy sky like rising fireworks, then hovering for one horrible instant at the top of the arc.

“I still have two spheres,” Sweety added. Nowthey dropped on the tacmap, falling straight down, coming right at us.

“Spheres attacking!” These were the weapons that had decimated Gamma, on Andrion 3. The spheres home in on the appropriate genetic material and merge with it, burning until all life is gonea horrible death. The spheres killed five from Gamma squad and on Mongera, it was a sphere that killed Warhound.

“Fire,” Snow Leopard said calmly. Two glowing stars on my faceplate, growing, shaking, spitting sparks, coming right at us!

We all fired straight up and two white-hot explosions suddenly lit up the sky, glittering green cores, a tremendous double bang shattering my ears. A shock wave bounced off my armor, phospho white tracers spitting flame, covering the entire sky.

“Spheres destroyed,” Sweety informed me. Genetic bullets, I thoughtthat’s biodee. Eat flesh, you bastards, eat flesh and die!

“Burn in hell!” Valkyrie muttered.

“That was not so bad, huh guys?” Merlin said.

“ALERT! Energy spheres approaching!” Sweety broke in. “I detect additional energy spherestwo, three, as marked. Attention! Four, five, asattention! Six, seven Alert! Alert! I have eleven, twelve fifteen eighteen. Eighteen energy spheres, as marked, vectoring in on our zero. We are under attack! Spheres approaching from low, medium, high altitudes! Recommend full auto biodee!”

“Oh scut! No! No!” Speedy choked.

“Silence!” Snow Leopard snapped. “Fighting circlenow! Back to back! On me!” I ran through the snow to our One in a blind panic, and suddenly we were all there, a massive clash of cenite metal coming together as one, twelve armored troopers back to back, E’s pointing up and out. The spheres on my tacmap circled lazily through the sky, gliding toward us, and it appeared they were in no hurry at all. Gildron snarled, roaring, spitting fury. Speedy cried, hysterical. The fighting circle was our only optionotherwise we’d all be shooting ourselves in the horrific firefight orgy that was coming.

“Keep an eye on the skyFive, Eight, you’re responsible for whatever comes at us from directly overhead.”

“Tenners.”

“Ten.” We were back to back, cenite against cenite, the metal screeching like wounded beasts. Charged and terrified, as the spheres came closer and closer. They were all around us, hugging the ground, floating in the sky, high above us, taking their time.

“Total of twenty-two spheres,” Sweety informed us coldly.

“The fools have got us surrounded,” Psycho said happily. “They’re in trouble now!”

Suddenly they were there, coming right at us, a snowy sky full of glowing stars rushing at us like comets, drawn irresistibly by our genetics, absolutely lovely and totally deadly. Only biodee could stop them, and if even one sphere got past the biodee, someone would die.

“Fire at will,” Snow Leopard said calmly. “Full auto biodee.” We opened up, and the earth shook. I fired on full auto, snapping my E from one target to another and the spheres burst white-hot in my face, titanic explosions, rattling my teeth, deafening me. Spheres blasted apart all around us, showering us with tracers, but I had eyes only for what was coming for me, one down low, almost rolling over the ground. I sprayed biodee and it erupted, flash, phospho green core, yellow streaks all over the sky, another coming at me on the left, medium altitude, I fired up at it and it ran into the biodee and erupted, a titanic bang. I snapped the E back to the right, high altitude, right there, dropping like a meteor, coming right at me. I centered it in my sights and it exploded, another dazzling white-hot blast, a sharp electronic crack. The sky flashed, flamed and rained shrapnel, the ground hissing, and we continued firing.

“Two of them above!”

“I got ‘em! I got ‘em!”

“Over there!”

“Die, you bastard!”

“I got another!”

“Get ‘em, Valkyrie, eat ‘em up!”

“Eat that! Eat that, O! Burn in hell!”

“I count seventeen destroyed,” Sweety informed me. “Five still functional!”

“Get that bastard!” Another explosion, lighting us up. My flesh was ice cold.

“Over thereover there!” We all fired, hunting them down, breaking away from the circle now, hungry for blood. Two more erupted, blinding flashes, blown all to hell.

“Maintain the circle!”

“Two spheres still functional!” Wild, frightening cheers, right in my ears.

“I got him! I got him!” More firingeveryone was firing. Another white flash rocked me back on my boot heels.

“The last guy is abovehere he comes!” Somebody laughed. The sky was full of biodee. I aimed into the sky, and fired on auto.

One last flash, a tremendous boom, and suddenly it was still. The snow fell silently, absolutely lovely. I was ice cold and shaking.

“Spheres all destroyed,” Sweety reported calmly.

Psycho laughed, delighted. “Wasn’t that fun? Hey, Speedy, how ya doing? Did you get any?” But Speedy was on his knees, sobbing.

“Is everyone all right?” Snow Leopard asked.

“I got two of them for sure, Thinker!” Twister said. She sounded excited.

“That’s great, Twisterwelcome to Beta!”

“Valkyrie, did you see me zap that one that was diving for us?” Scrapper asked. “God, that felt good!”

“Felt good?” Valkyrie laughed. “I’ll tell ya later how good it felt, Scrapper. I swear to Deadman!”

“Hey, the ape was great!” Psycho exclaimed. “He was blowing them away!”

“His name is Gildron,” Tara said.

“Aw right, Gildron,” Psycho said. “Gildron, you’re all right!”

Gildron snarled in return and raised his E, a massive, frightening figure, clad in black armor. “Keer saveer!” he said. “Keer saveer!”

We all laughed. “Keer saveer,” Psycho repeated. “You got it, Gildron! Keer saveer!”

“All right, settle down,” Snow Leopard ordered. “There’s no doubt the O’s know where we are now. We can expect more spheresand other nasty surprises. Let’s get moving.”

“You’re not going on with the mission?” Speedy gasped in surprise. “We’re compromised. They’ve got us zeroed!”

“We continue with the mission,” Snow Leopard replied calmly. “Let’s go.”

“But we can’t go on! We can’t! They know where we are! The mission’s failed! They’ll kill us! They’ll kill us all!”

“Silence in the ranks,” Valkyrie said. “Fourteen, turn that off. Let’s go, guys.”

“But we’re going to die! We’re all going to die! We can’t go on! It’s crazy!”

“Shut your stinking trap,” Valkyrie said coldly, “and start marchingor we leave you here.”

Speedy followed, sobbing. We were all sick of him. He didn’t have a single friend in the squadit was sad. Merlin and Psycho had tried to bring him along, but it hadn’t worked. There was something wrong with the fellow. He certainly didn’t belong in a Legion squad.

Chapter 7

Slave of the Legion

“No movementkeep it quiet.” It was still snowing. We were all on guard, straining to see, E’s at the ready. I was on one knee. The tacmod flickered, still trash, but we knew it was out there somewhere.

“How many?” Valkyrie asked.

“Looks like only one,” Snow Leopard replied. I could see the two of them off to my left, ghostly figures in the snow. It was a white world, a snow sky.

“What is it, Wester?” Tara whispered.

“Snake,” I replied. “Stay alert. They’ll be hard to spot in the snow.” I kept looking around. The damned things could fall out of the sky silently and wrap around you in a frac.

“Remember, if it’s a snake, use flame,” Valkyrie said. “If it grabs anybody, just torch him. It needs a few fracs to start the process.”

“Use flame, Gildron,” Tara said.

“Sa-nake,” Gildron responded.

“I don’t see anything,” Snow Leopard said.

“It may be out of range,” Valkyrie replied.

We waited. Gildron’s massive form loomed not far away. He was looking around alertly, his E at his shoulder. He was a lot smarter than he looked. I went on private to Tara.

“What’s his story, Tara?”

“What’s whose story?”

“Gildron. Where did you get him?”

“You don’t want to know where. It was a slave marketone of the worst I’ve seen. They had him in a black pit, half full of icy water. They fed him dead sewer rats. Gildron was so savage and wild that the slavers were terrified of him. Normally, I would have never touched him. But something strange happened as I looked down at him and he looked up at me, out of that horrid pit. It’s hard to describe it to a deadhead. But there was an inner peace between us. And to me, it was so pure and clean that it was like a bolt of lightning. I knew I had to have him. The slavers practically gave him away, they were so anxious to get rid of him.”

“And you’ve lived happily ever after?” I was still nervously scanning the snowy skies, but it seemed quiet.

“Something like that. They brought him to the ship naked, in chains. I took the chains off while my Cyrillians stood by nervously with their SG’s set to vac. It wasn’t necessaryI could read his mind and it was all peace, for me. I reached out and touched him, and he reached out and touched me, as gentle as a baby. I’ve never understood why. But he’s been with me ever since.”

“Where did he come fromoriginally?”

“It’s a mystery. He’s the only known specimen of his race. Probably a slaver raid on some unknown world. He’s all alone, you seejust like me.”

“Just how retarded is he? Sometimes he seems pretty sharp.”

“He’s learned a lot. There’s not much in his mind. Wherever he came from, it was a simple world. I’d say his original environment did not require a great deal of thought. I imagine it was a very pleasant place.”

“Well, looks like there’s nothing there.” Snow Leopard said abruptly.

“All clear,” Valkyrie said. “Beta advance.” We got up and resumed the march. I kept the safety off, the E set to flame. And still the snow fell softly, straight down, light and fluffy and pure white. It was so lovely I could hardly believe it.

“ALERT! Aircar!” We froze, stunned.

“What the hell “

“Silence!” Snow Leopard snapped.

“AIRCAR! Approaching from the ALERT! MULTIPLE MISSILE TRACKS! RECOMMEND IMMEDIATE DISPERSAL!”

“Starburst!” Snow Leopard shouted. I ran for my life, blind and terrified, into the gently falling snow, my blood pumping ice cold adrenalin, my guts churning, boots slamming into the snow, gasping, the suit helping me, running like a great metal beast, every movement perfect. It was as if the A-suit was running by itself and I was trapped inside, a horrified spectator.

“I HAVE FIVE INCOMINGSIX INCOMINGDISPERSE! DISPERSE!” I was a great cenite running machine, arms and legs swinging in perfect unison, and if anything got in the way, it was going to be flattened. Run, Thinker, run! Run for your life! I ran like a metal god, I ran like I had never run before, without thought, without hopeI knew we were dead, and I was running right into Hell.

“Missiles are passing overhead. We are not targeted. Recommend dispersal cease.”

Passing overhead! Did I hear that right? I fell down to the snow, crashing onto my armored belly, and shakily brought my E to my shoulder. My whole body twitched in shock.

“Repeat, Sweety!”

“Missiles impacting!” The horizon lit up, glittering phospho green, trembling, then a horrible multiple electronic crack rumbled past us. A shock wave buffeted my faceplate, and the snow whirled around me. Yellow streaks shot skyward out there.

“ANTIMAT!” Sweety reported. “The aircar has been targeted and destroyed. I detect no further missiles. I detect no further aircars. I detect no further activity.”

The horizon faded. I lay there gasping. The snow fell gently, covering my armor. I was too tired to consult my tacmod.

“Nobody move!” The transmission was shot through with static, but it was Snow Leopard all right. I forced myself to focus on the tacmap. What the hell had happened? What was an aircar doing way out here? Who would be stupid enoughor desperate enoughto try that? Well, whoever it was would not be telling. Antis! Deadman save us!

“I detect no further activity from the impact site.”

Another flash lit up the horizon, then a ripping explosion. Tracers twirled through the sky.

“That’s ampaks going off,” somebody said.

“Beta, One, on me.” I got up shakily and made my way back to our One. The aircar had been approaching us from the northeast, I realized.

It took awhile before we were all back together againwe had done a good starburst. When we were all there, we stood in the snow quietly and listened to Snow Leopard.

“That was a Legion aircar,” he said quietly. “The tacmod got that much before it went off scope.”

“A Legion aircar! You don’t think it was Redhawk?”

“NoI don’t. Redhawk is crazy, but he’s not stupid. He’d come if we askedbut only if we asked. And we didn’t ask.”

“That was suicide!” Dragon said. “Why would anyone take an aircar this deep into the death zone?”

“I don’t know,” Snow Leopard replied. “But I don’t like it. There is entirely too much activity in this area as far as I’m concerned. I want everyone to be one hundred percent alert at all times. Don’t take anything for granted. If you spot anything unusual, report it to me at once.”

“He’s going on,” Speedy said miserably. “I don’t believe it.” We ignored him.

“We continue the mission,” Snow Leopard said. “Recon formation.” Continue the missionright. We would continue the mission, I knew, until we were all dead.

“Look at that. Look at that.”

“Damn!”

“Easyeasy. Let’s get a fix on it.” We crouched in the show, peering into the distance. It was a cold white afternoon under a sunless sky and everything was muffled and obscured by the gently falling snow. There was more airsat out there, right in our path. Sweety was trying to color it on my faceplate but all she could get was sparkling fragments.

“Breeze is from the northwest.”

“That could be good or bad. Depends on how big it is.”

Suddenly the airsat burst into view on my faceplate, a mass of pale pink air, drifting slowly past us. The tacmap showed the extent and highlighted the wind direction.

“All right!”

“North!” Snow Leopard commanded. “We move northnow!” We hustled, keeping the airsat in sight to our left. It was still snowing, and the tacmod was almost useless. The Legion had seeded the clouds with deceptors, we knew. It was deceptor snow, I thought, Legion snow, to mask our approach.

“ALERT! SOILSAT! I detect pressure thermodetonators ahead! Recommend immediate halt!”

“Oh, scut!”

“Soilsat! What the hell is next?”

“Squad halt! Keep an eye on the airsat, Eleven.”

“Tenners.” Soilsat! The very soil was saturated with explosives. It would blow your legs right off, and there was nothing at all you could do except avoid it. Sweety lit it up in an icy phospho blue. It contrasted nicely with the pink of the airsat.

“We’re all right with the airsat so far,” Valkyrie reported.

“I get the impression they don’t want anybody approaching their mound,” Dragon commented dryly.

“The soilsat bars the way west,” Snow Leopard said. “We keep walking north, mapping the extent.”

“Let me guess,” Speedy said. “We continue the mission.”

“You’re getting the idea,” Snow Leopard replied.

“Transmission on Nova channel,” Sweety reported briskly. “I am repeating and amplifying.” We froze and listened.

It was a roaring, spattering hiss, shot through with deceptors, but it was there, on the very edge of our hearing.

” Nova! Nova! ” A voice from a pit of despair.

” seriously wounded mission has been ” An overwhelming rush of static. ” evac repeat, Nova! Nova! Any Legion unit “

“Let’s go!” Dragon said.

“Silence!” Snow Leopard snapped. “Silence in the ranks!”

The transmission continued, hissing and snapping, a full-power nova, fighting the deceptors.

” Nova! Nova! Nova! Blue Gold hit, requesting ” Static, overwhelming static.

“What are we waiting for, One?” I asked. It was a novaa Legion unit needed help. Nothing took priority over that.

“Silence! I said silence!” I shut down. I didn’t see the problem.

The transmission faded, wavered, then came back, faintly.

” Jade, Black Jade, your ” More static. ” repeat, your mission has been cancelled. Black Jade, abort mission!” They were calling us!

Static, rushing in our ears. Then suddenly it rang out as clear as a bell. ” Black Jade, we need help! Blue Gold to Black Jade, Nova! Your mission has been cancelled Nova! Nova! ” It faded out. We waited, horrified, the snow swirling all around us, waiting for our One to give the word. But there were no more transmissions from Blue Gold.

“We continue the mission,” Snow Leopard said quietly. “Recon formation.” The tacnet erupted immediately, everyone talking at once.

“Are you serious? That’s a nova!”

“We can’t ignore a nova!”

“They said the mission was cancelled,” Speedy objected. “You heard them! Cancelled!”

“What’s the problem, One?” Dragon asked. “It’s a nova!”

“We’ve got to answer a nova,” I said. “No matter what!”

“They’ve got wounded, One,” Priestess said. “And they’re calling us! We can’t walk off and leave them! If we do, we’ll be cursed forever! We’ll be a blot in Legion history! They’ll spit on us when they see us! We can’t ignore a nova!”

“Please explain, One,” Valkyrie said quietly. I could see the squad was on the verge of mutiny. We trusted our One more than anyone, but this was too much. The Legion doesn’t ignore novas. We respond, and we die if necessary.

“You still don’t get it, do you?” Snow Leopard said. “That aircar was hit by multiple antis. There couldn’t have been any survivors.”

“So who’s calling us?” Valkyrie asked.

“I believe the car was dropping off troopers at regular intervals before it was hit. Probably two by twohunter teams. They’re the ones calling us. And they don’t have any wounded. Dead maybe, but not wounded.”

“They said they had wounded!”

“They said our mission was cancelled!”

“If our mission was cancelled,” Snow Leopard replied calmly. “Recon Control would have come through and informed us. We can’t contact them, but they can contact us. Our mission has not been cancelled.”

“But what are they doing out here?”

“They’re looking for us,” Snow Leopard said. “We’re their mission.”

“Well, let’s break blackout and contact them!”

“Nobody breaks blackout! We don’t answer them!”

“What do you mean, we’re their mission?”

“This conversation is over! We continue the mission. Recon formationnow!”

We obeyed. What else, in Deadman’s holy name, could we do? We obeyed our One, and continued our march north, looking for a break in the soilsat. And it continued snowing, clean and pure and soft. My blood was ice cold. I could hear the music of the stars rushing in my ears. A nova! We were walking away from a nova! I didn’t understand it, but I knew Snow Leopard had to be right. I cast my doubts asideour One was always right!

The snow had almost stopped when we came to the bodies.

A few light flurries drifted slowly down from a grey-white sky. The first body was a man, skewered on a sharpened vertical metal stake like a pig on a spit. Awful dead blue-grey flesh, the mouth locked open in one final, primal scream. The frozen blood on the stake showed he had been alive when it happened, but could not have lasted very long. The stake had been thrust into his abdomen with tremendous force and exited above one shoulder blade. And now he hung there, a sentinel of death against the grey sky.

There was another aheada female, skewered, hopeless, the gleaming cenite stake exiting from her neck. She was long dead and covered with frost. There was a little pile of rags at the foot of the stake. A dead baby, its head crushed, one blue hand still clutched in a little fist rising up out of a snowdrift. A long line of them loomed ahead, all crucified, up on metal stakes. Men, women, even a few children. Frozen human scarecrows, mute warnings to those who might approach.

Someone cried. Someone else cursedawful, blood-curdling oaths.

“Don’t look away,” Snow Leopard said. “Look at every one. I want you all to remember this. Don’t ever forget it. This is what we’re fighting. The O’s did this. We’re just dogs, to them.”

Speedy whimpered, and fell to his knees in the snow. “I can’t,” he gasped. “I can’t go on. I’ve seen enough. I’m finished. PleasepleaseI can’t.”

We ignored him. We stopped, stunned. We had followed a path through the soilsat heading roughly southwest toward the mound, and now this. I could not take my eyes off the woman up on the stake. She was young, I realized. The babyit must have been hers. And I realized in a cold flash that it had all been for this, my whole life, just for this one crystal moment, standing in the snow under those holy dead. Everything that had gone before was nothingthe Gate, Providence, Hell, Andrion 2, Coldmark, Andrion 3, Mongera, Katagall nonsense. We were going to the Mound to confront the O’s, and these poor dead people were pointing the way, raising their wasted arms, opening their filmy eyes, shrieking silent screams, urging us onto the Mound. And I knew, as sudden as a laser burst in the brain, that nothing was going to stop me from going on.

Not blown power packs or Systie squads or nova beacons or snakes or spheres or airsat or soilsat, not traitors or hysterical new guys, not even desperate novas from Legion unitsnothing was going to stop me! I was a slave of the Legion and I was marching to the Mound, and nothing at all was going to stop me.

I snapped open my visor. The snow had stopped. The air was icy. I held my E tightly against my chest. Slave of the Legionyes, I was a slave, I realized. Just as surely as if they had put chains on my legs. I was going to die for the Legion. But that was all rightI didn’t mind. We were all slaves of Fate. And we were all going to dieeven immortals, like us. Those were my brothers and sisters, up there on those cenite stakes. And we were going to avenge them. I felt goodabout everything. Ecstatic, I suddenly realized. Ecstatic, just as Tara had said. What we were doing was something good, she had said, something good, and simple. Marching in the mud, for God, for Justice, for our people.

“Send me back. Please!” Speedy moaned. “I can’t do it. You’re all insane! You’re going to die if you go onyou’re all going to die! One, please! I can’t do this!” He was still on his knees.

“Somebody shoot him,” Valkyrie casually suggested.

“Fourteen, go on private to me, please,” One said. We couldn’t hear the rest. We didn’t even care. Shoot him, let him goit didn’t matter. We didn’t need him, we didn’t want him. He would not be coming with us, I knew. Everyone else was quiet, but I knew what they were thinkingI knew.

When Snow Leopard was through talking with him, Speedy came back onto the tacnet, transformed. “Thanks, One! You don’t know how much this means to me. I’m going to go back and quit the Legion. You’re right, this is not for me. Guys, I appreciate it. Merlin, Psychothanks for your help. I’m sorry it didn’t work out. Twister, good luck to you. I’ll never forget you guysbest of luck to all of you! Any messages? I can take messages back.” He was edging back the way we had come.

“Yeah,” Valkyrie said. “Tell them we’re going on with the mission.”

“I’ll do that. Goodbye, Betagood luck!” And he raised his E in farewell and turned and started walking back.

“He’ll never make it,” Psycho said.

“He knows the risks,” Snow Leopard said. “He prefers them to what lies ahead. I did all I could for him. I told him exactly what route to take. Assuming he can get past the guys that are following us. It was either that, or shoot him. I wasn’t going to have him accompany us any further.”

“He was a strange guy,” Dragon said.

“No, he wasn’t,” Scrapper said softly. “He wasn’t strange at all. He was perfectly normal. It’s we who are strange.”

And that was the final, frightening word on Beta Fourteen.

We put him right out of our minds.

“All right,” Snow Leopard said coldly. “We continue the mission. Recon formation.”

Chapter 8

The Mound

“That’s it, guys. That’s the Mound.” We were flat on our armored bellies on a bleak, treeless plain. The snow had stopped and the clouds were blowing away, leaving a clear, luminous pale grey sky and a cold white sun. There was no sign of deceptors. We were lumps of snow in our camfax, crawling like worms through dry packed snow. We were several K away from the Mound but the zoom on my faceplate brought it up close, and the scope on the E brought it even closer. And there it wasthe Mound.

It was a massive, circular structure, a great earthen mound on the horizon, the top dusted with a layer of brilliant white snow, glittering in the sunlight. Vents on the roof spewed faint plumes of smoke that drifted off slowly in a light breeze. There were dark openings on the sidesit was hard to make out the details. At ground level, great blackened cenite doors were firmly closed. The Mound rose up against the skyline, an imposing, brooding presence, dark and silent. It appeared to be completely deserted.

“Those windows look like they open,” Psycho said.

“Those aren’t windows,” Dragon said. “They’re grates of some kind. Don’t look like they open to me.”

“Do so.”

“Don’t.”

“Quiet,” Snow Leopard said. “It’s doubtful we’d get to them anyway, they’re too high. Does anyone see any camo doors up near the top?”

I snapped up my visor and set the scope on my E to max. Grass grew on the side of the Mound. Earth covered the entire structure. I couldn’t see any camo doors. There was not a sign of life.

“They’re going to spot us out here,” Dragon said calmly.

“You’re a real strategist,” Psycho replied.

“There could be anything under that dirt, One.”

“How do we get through those gates, One?”

“Mother will get us in, guys,” Psycho responded quickly. Exactlythe Manlink would get us through. Tacstarsmicronukes. We’d walk right in through a nuclear cloud and die with our fingers on auto x.

“Hopefully, that won’t be necessary, gang,” Snow Leopard remarked. “Merlin, what about those structures on top?” One was off to my left, with his spotter. I brought my sight up to the roof. There were several bizarre metallic devices up there.

“Commo or guidance systems,” Merlin said. “Hard to saywe don’t know much about the O’s commo.”

“If there are any O’s in there,” Tara said, “they don’t seem interested in what’s going on outside.”

“How do you know?” Snow Leopard asked.

“Nobody’s psyprobing this area,” Tara replied.

“I wonder why.”

“You’d think they’d do it routinely.”

“All right,” Snow Leopard said. “Mission briefing. Listen up, guys.”

I knew it was important when Snow Leopard said to listen up. Mission briefing! We were almost on top of the target, and only now does he do the mission briefing. We were about to find out what was really going on. We didn’t move; we continued lying there like lumps of snow, scoping out the target, but our One’s voice was right in our ears, crisp and clear.

“There are a few details about this mission which I have not so far revealed,” he said. “But the time is now right. The original mission was to recon the Mound, discover what it is, and report back. If the Legion had the resources and if the situation justified it, a stronger force would then attack the Mound. That was the original mission. The Legion simply wanted to know what the mounds are, what they do. A simple recon mission.

“Shortly before we left, the mission changed. As you know, the O’s have built plenty of mounds on Uldo. And as our offensive penetrated into the death zone, something curious happened to the mounds. Starships came out of themOmni starships. Camo doors opened up near the top, and out of every mound a single starship exited, and flashed on up through the at and escaped, out to the vac.”

We listened, completely silent.

“That happened to every mound on the planet, except for onethis one.”

“You mean the ship is still in there?”

“That’s what the Legion thinks.”

“Deadman! An Omni starship!”

“Exactly,” Snow Leopard said. “An Omni starship. We’ve been fighting the O’s for hundreds of years and never seen the inside of an Omni starship. The damned things detonate when you hit them. If we can seize this one and secure it for the Legion, it could change the course of history. It could win the war for usit might actually ensure the survival of our species. There’s simply no way to stress how important this could be.”

“But it might not even be there, Snow Leopard,” I objected. “Maybe there is no ship. Maybe it left already, if there ever was one.”

“It’s possible, Thinkerbut we think it’s there. The exterior configuration of the mound changes slightly when a ship is launched. This mound hasn’t changed. It looks like it’s still inside.”

“Good Lord!” Merlin exclaimed. “An O starship! Well, you’ve got my interest!”

“The mission,” Snow Leopard said, “is to penetrate the Mound and seize the ship, if it’s there, and insure it doesn’t leave. Cripple it, if necessary.”

“Good Lord!”

“We have no idea what else might be in the Mound. Our offensive has not yet overrun any other mounds, so this is a first. You should also know that Cinta was assigned to us because she is a psycher of extraordinary abilities. With her along, our chances of survival against the O’s psypower are increased. Of course she can’t counter themnobody can. But she might give us a little extra warning. And this mission is important enough to the Legion to justify her presence.”

“A psycher! So that’s it!” Twister exclaimed.

“We were wondering about her,” Scrapper said.

“Cinta, can you read my mind?” Psycho asked cheerily.

“I’d rather not,” Tara said, “if you don’t mind.”

“If she’s a psycher,” Merlin said, “she must know who set off the nova.”

“Cinta?” Snow Leopard asked.

“I can’t tell who set off the nova,” Tara replied carefully. “The reason is that it was not a conscious act. The person who set it off is not himself aware that heor shedid it. The act was performed in an autohypnotic trance, initiated by subconscious suggestion to a subject who has been programmed to receive subconscious commands. The neural process involved is so deeply covered that even I cannot read it.”

“How does somebody get programmed to receive these commands,” Dragon asked, “and who does it?”

“The Legion does it,” Tara responded, “on a very selective basis. It’s a controversial program. Most of the Legion leadership opposes it. But those who favor itincluding the upper levels of ConFreehave so far prevailed. You see, it gives them direct control over individuals in the field. It’s a long-range, experimental program. The subjects are chosen not with any particular mission in mind, but just to ensure that there are receptive subjects out therejust in case they’re ever needed.”

“Must be handy if you don’t trust your troops! That sounds like the System, not ConFree!”

“ConFree!” I said bitterly. “I might have known!” I had not trusted ConFree ever since Andrion 3. The bastards were Inners, manipulating us like toy soldiers. The Legion took its orders from ConFree, we existed only to defend ConFree, but sometimes I wondered about ConFree’s motivation.

“The initial programming is rather lengthy,” Tara said. “It takes several hours. Once that’s done, the subject is yours, forever. You can access the subject during sleep, through normal sleep-ed channels, awaken the program with a code word, and give your orders. When the circumstances are correct to accomplish the mission, the subject will act, then revert back to normal, remembering nothing. And even I cannot detect it, unless I’m around when the act is being performed. Unfortunately, I was asleep when the nova went off.”

“Those bastards!”

“But how do they do it? How do they do the initial programming?”

“Has anyone ever spent any time in the body shop?” We all had, of course. All of us.

“But why? Why should the Legion want to wreck this mission? They gave us the mission!”

“Why, indeed,” Snow Leopard said. “Well, that’s the question, isn’t it? It’s a critical mission. The struggle with the O’s on this planet is still underway, and every Legion unit is fully engaged, but I’ve got a promise of strong reinforcementsvery strong reinforcementsif I can confirm there’s an O starship in the Mound. Makes you wonder who would oppose such a mission.”

“So who do you think is trying to stop us?”

“Well, first of all there’s the Systies. That should come as no surprise. That squad that almost walked into us in the riverI’m certain they were looking for us. It wasn’t a coincidence they were walking the same river as us. They knew our routethey knew we were taking the river. That’s why I left the river.”

“You mean the Systies want the ship as well.”

“The word got outsomehowabout our mission. About the ship, and about our route. The Systies certainly don’t want the Legion getting its hands on that shipthey want it themselves.”

“All right, but the Systies didn’t mess around with our minds!”

“No, they didn’t. There’s somebody else that doesn’t want us to do this mission. The bunch that did the autohypnotic trance on one of us, and sabotaged our power reserves so we couldn’t contact Recon Controlprobably hoping it would get us killed. The same bunch that sent that aircar that got blown away by the O’sthe hunter-killer teams that called a nova, and told us our mission was cancelledBlue Gold. They wanted to draw us away from the target, too. They don’t want the mission to succeed, either. They’re still out there right now, just like the Systies, tracking us down. Legion troopers, it appears. Whoever is behind this, they’re being very cautious in the way they do it. I’m sure there’s a good reason for it.”

We lay there in the snow, listening to our One and watching the Mound through our scopes. The sky was clearing rapidly, a bright, sparkling day. There was not a sign of deceptors. Our tacmods were crystal clear. It was not good, for us.

“Nobody wants us to do it,” Snow Leopard said quietly. “Everybody is against us. We’re even fighting ourselves. But none of that matters to me. As far as I’m concerned, we’ve got a mission from Recon Control, and until I hear directly from them that the mission has been cancelled, I’m assuming it’s still on. We’re going to get that ship, gang, and hold it against all comersno matter who they are.”

“What about whoever’s under that autohypnotic trance?”

“Whoever it is,” Snow Leopard said, “will try again. Probably at a critical time. Keep alert, and listen to Cinta. She might give us a few fracs warning, when whoever it is starts to surface. It could be anybodymaybe even me. Maybe even you! Don’t trust anybody! And remember, the mission is the ship. That’s the only mission! Everything else is secondary.”

“Tenners.”

“Ten.”

“Does everybody agree?” There was a murmur of assent.

“Then we do it! All the waywe do it or die! Is everyone with me?”

“We’re all with you, One,” Valkyrie said. “Just give us the word!”

“This is our payback, gang,” Snow Leopard said. “for everything! For Coldmark, for Andrion 3, for Mongera. This one’s for Gamma. And Beta Two, and Six, and Seven.” I could almost feel his icy rage.

“Damned straight,” Valkyrie said. “Payback!”

“Anything moves, it dies,” Snow Leopard said. “I want those psybloc grenades going off like firecrackers, gangwe’ve got plenty!”

“You hear that, Momma?” Psycho said to his Manlink. “Coolhand, Warhound and Ironman! They’re going to be right beside us! Just like the old days! They’re cutting us loose, Momma! If it moves, it dies! All right all right! You heard the man!” Psycho was completely insane, but I was really glad he was on our side. He was the Angel of Death. Nothing ever happened to himhe was invincible. And I suddenly realized something. I went on private to One.

“One, Three.”

“Yes, Three.”

“Psycho has never spent any time in the body shopother than routine physicals. He’s never been wounded.”

“Yes, I know, Thinker.”

“The rest of us all haveexcept maybe Thirteen. So chances are we can trust Psycho.”

“Well, I hope you’re right, Thinker. Just stay alertwe’ll be all right.”

“Tenners.” Of course, Snow Leopard already knewhe knew everything.

“ALERT!” Sweety shouted in my ears. “Systie armor, as marked! I have three A-suits! I have numerous unarmored humanssixty seventy eighty-six, as marked!”

“Prep for combat,” Snow Leopard ordered. “They’ll spot us!” We were already combat dispersed. I switched my E to auto xmax. They were walking out of the east, evidently heading west, toward the Mound. We were northeast of the Mound, well hidden, but there was no way they were not going to detect us under this sky. I snapped down my visor and Sweety zoomed me in on them. They were still on the horizon, a long way off, just moving shadows against the snowy ground. They were walking slowly, trudging towards the Mound.

“Systies! Well, I’ll be damned,” Dragon said. “This can’t be the bunch that was following us!”

“The walking dead,” Psycho said quietly. “Can I use tacstars, One?”

“Nobody fires until I give the word,” Snow Leopard responded. “Let’s see what we’ve got first.”

The wind picked up, moaning past my armor. We watched them approach, growing slowly in our scopes. Finally I made out the first figurea DefCorps trooper, fully armored, a camfax smock flapping around him in the rising breeze. He carried an SG, walking slowly, step by weary step. It was obvious it had been a long march. Behind himwho were they? Civiliansa long line of civilians, dressed in rags and blankets, staggering forward, exhausted. I saw men, women, and children. What the hell? Who were these people?

Snow Leopard consulted a field map. “Massan,” he said suddenly. “They’ve got to be from Massan. A big settlement, not a hundred K away. Captured some time ago by the O.”

“But what’s happening?” Priestess asked. “Are they going to the Mound? Why would Systie troopers be taking civilians to an Omni mound?”

“Don’t know. Let’s wait and see.”

We waited, as the ragged line of civilians drew nearer. There were only three Systies in A-suits, the one in the front and two at the rear. All three had SG’s. It soon became clear that the procession was indeed headed for the Mound.

“What the hell are those Systies doing?”

“Quiet!”

“Why haven’t they spotted us yet?” Valkyrie asked.

“I want auto x on the last two,” Snow Leopard said. “Five, I want a stunstar on that first guy. Nobody fires until I give the word.”

“Tenners.”

“You got it.”

Closer. We could see the civilians clearly nowdressed in rags. Some of them didn’t even have shoes. They were all starving, that much was obvious. They were stick people, blue from the cold, eyes glazed, staggering forward. An old lady stumbled and fell. An old man pulled her up, helping her on. There was a young man, a walking skeleton, carrying his wife in his arms. A young boy with hollow cheeks walked beside him, holding the hand of a little, bright-eyed toddler, bundled up in a thick red baby suit. The toddler looked up at his brother and his parents. I could see in his eyes that he did not understand. Brave little children, I thought, marching into Hell. And I was suddenly overcome with rage. My whole body began shaking with hate. I centered my E on the last two A-suits, and set it to auto xmax. The sight was shaking. I wanted to see those two Systie bastards die, I wanted them blown to shreds, I wanted to do it so bad I was shaking, I was salivating.

“I have broken the Systie net,” Sweety announced calmly, “opening the channel.” At first there was nothing. Then we heard them.

“They’re over there,” one of the Systies said.

“Yeah.”

“Legion A-suits.”

“Yeah.”

“What does it think they’re doing here?”

“We don’t know.”

Silence. They continued marching.

“Think we should report it?”

“To who?”

More silence, the wind whistling eerily past my helmet.

“Legion A-suits. That’s strange.”

“Who cares. We’re almost back.” They lapsed into silence. And the march continued, into the wind.

“What the hell, One?” Valkyrie asked.

“Puzzling,” Snow Leopard said.

“‘Who cares’?” Merlin repeated. “They’ve got the Legion on scope and they say ‘who cares’? What is this?”

“Their minds are sedated,” Tara reported. “They’ve been psyched. I’ve never felt anything like itthey’re almost punch drunk. It must be the O’s. And the civilians are the samepsyched. Powerful, powerful psyching.”

“But our psybloc hasn’t gone off!”

“No, no, this happened beforethey’re still under it.”

“Fire,” Snow Leopard said calmly. My laser sight was right on the helmet of one of the last two Systies. The helmet exploded, a horrid bang, spraying a bloody mist, white-hot xmax erupting all over his armor and he was down, flaming like a torch. A massive boom and a heavy shock wave rocked us simultaneously; snow swirled up off the ground. The Systie’s armored companion had been blown in twohis frozen arms clawed at the snow. I snapped my sights to the front of the column. The leading DefCorps trooper was flat on the snow, down and out. Civilians were scattered around him on the ground, unconscious. Psycho had taken out the point man with a stunstar.

“Secure that Systie!” Snow Leopard ordered. We scrambled up from our positions, hustling over to the Systie column. My skin crawled as I ran forward. The Mound was still on the horizon but the terrain was completely flat and we were totally exposed. There was no way they weren’t going to see us from the Mound.

“Priestess, revive the prisoner!” Snow Leopard knelt by the point man, turning him over. The Systie trooper had dropped his SG. He had no visible woundsa stunstar scrambles all nerve and motor activity but has no lasting effects. Priestess passed me, heading for the surviving Systie trooper. I hurried to the back of the column to check on the dead. There were a lot of Systie civilians downthose at the front had been hit by the stunstar. They would survive, but those in the rear might have more serious wounds. The surviving Systie civs had fallen to the ground, exhausted. I passed whole families, too tired to talk, too tired to move. There were a few babies as wellthey didn’t even cry. I imagined that meant they would die soon.

“They’re gone,” Dragon said, touching one DefCorps trooper with the tip of his boot. A bloody corpse, grey skin, encased in a smoking, pitted bronze-colored A-suit.

The dead always look the same, I thought. Lumps of clay. They were shaped just like people, but it was clear there was no life in them. The inhabitants were gone.

“This SG looks good,” Scrapper said, hoisting the weapon.

“Yeah, get the weapons,” I suggested. “We might need ‘em.”

“We’ve got wounded here!” Twister said. She knelt by a young female who was bleeding from chest and shoulder. “Priestess, we need you!”

“Give me five!”

I assisted Twister with the casualty. A girl, pale hollow face, just barely conscious, going into shock. Twister gave her a mag. I cut her thin jacket away with my cold knife and pressed field dressings onto the bloody shrapnel wounds. The gel would protect the wounds until she could get proper care, if that ever happened.

“He’s conscious,” Priestess reported. She had revived the prisoner. “Can I tend to the civilians now?”

“Yes,” Snow Leopard said. “Go. Hurry! We don’t have much time!” One wasn’t kidding. My flesh crawled every time I looked at the Mound squatting on the horizon like a temple of death. We could die in an instant, at any time.

“All right, Systie,” Snow Leopard said in a voice edged in ice, “We’re with the Legion. I’m not going to make a speech, because we don’t have time, but you know the story. Talk and you live, refuse and you die. It’s that simple. I’m going to kill you in one mark if you don’t cooperate completely. Do you understand?”

“We understandah! What did it hit us with?” The Systie’s helmet was off.

“I want your answers short and accurate, Systie! The Mound! Why were you going there? Why the civilians? Answer!”

“Ah yes! We’re assigned there! We work for them.”

“Them? Explain!” I was working on another civilian casualty, but I was hanging on every word of the Systie’s debriefing.

“The V! The Variants. We have to do what they say. Our whole company was captured. We had no choice.” The Vhe meant the O’s. The System called them the Variants, we called them the Omnis.

“Explain! You’re assigned to the Mound?”

“Yestwo squads. We supervise the deliveriesthe civilians. Oh, my head is splitting! Ah!”

“You mean your quarters are inside the Mound?”

“Right. Inside. Where where are my squadies?”

“They’re gone, trooper. Listen up! Can you get us into the Mound?”

“Gone yes. But it doesn’t want to go there, believe us!”

“Beta, forward!” Snow Leopard shouted. “On me!” I clenched my teeth and raised my E. This was itwe were going into the Mound. The civilians were all still sprawled on the ground, gasping. “Get those civilians up,” One ordered. “Everyone comes! Three, Eight, get that Systie camfax on! The rest of you surround yourselves with civilians! Up! Up! Everybody up!”

We started hauling them up. They obeyed wordlessly, hopeless and doomed, struggling to their feet, then slowly resuming the march. The wind rose, whipping flurries of snow up from the ground. I ripped a bloodstained Systie cloak from one of the DefCorps troopers and picked up an SG as well. We had no desire to involve the civilians but it was the obvious way to cover our approach. We wouldn’t fool anyone for very long, but it might work for a few marksand a few marks might mean the difference between life and death.

And that’s how we approached the Mound, walking with a long line of starving Uldo civilians, behind a Systie prisoner. One continued the interrogation as we walked.

“Why were you taking the civilians into the Mound, trooper?”

“The Vthey make us do it. We can’t resist the V. We do as they say or we die. They use the peoplewe’re not sure for what. It’s horrible. We’ve delivered thousands. Nobody ever leavesnobody.”

“You’ve got weapons! Can’t you fight the V’s?”

“We’ve got no weapons! The SG? It’s only good against people. There’s no defense against the V. They take our minds. We do exactly what they want.”

“No psyprobes!” Tara reported. It was remarkable. We were coming closer and closer to the Mound. Nobody appeared interested in our strange procession.

“How many O’s, trooper? How many V in the Mound?”

“We don’t know! We hardly ever see them. We don’t want to see them! We do what they want, they don’t appear. It’s fine with us.”

Closer! The Mound was silent, a massive, brooding presence, looming above us now, leaking smoke out the vents on top. Huge blackened cenite doors. They could swat us in an instantbut they didn’t. We came closerand closer.

Cold sweat trickled down my temples. Fear, in my mouth. It tasted like metal.

“Stand by, Five.”

“Tenners, One. We’re going inone way or another!”

Closer. Closer! This was itwe were almost at the gates.

The wind moaned in my ears.

“If that door doesn’t open, you die, Systie.” It was frighteningly clear that Snow Leopard was totally serious.

“Open up, Bell,” the Systie said on his net. “We’re back.”

“Goodbye, Thinker,” Valkyrie said softly, on private. “I always loved you. We’re going to die together.”

“I’ll never forget you, Valkyrie,” I responded. “Watch yourself!”

“Thinker, I want to live through this,” Priestess said, “then we live together, forever.”

“I promise, Priestessforever!”

The massive doors movedtwo gigantic cenite doors sliding open, the screeching of tortured metal, revealing only darkness within. It put a chill to my flesh. I glanced at my chron. It was 314/06/17 CGS, 0612 local.

“Death,” Snow Leopard whispered reverently. “Five, stunstar. Beta, attack, auto x.” Psycho stepped forward and fired immediately right into the doorway, even as the gates were opening. The darkness erupted, a white flash, a tremendous boom, and a great cloud of dust and debris blasted out of the gates. We charged forward screaming, into the Mound, firing auto x.

Chapter 9

The Kingdom of the Doomed

When the echoes died and the smoke cleared we found ourselves in a cavernous dark metallic hall, littered with shredded DefCorps gear. A bloody spectre raised one twitching arm from the deck, then collapsed. There were three more of themSysties, unarmored. Pale lights high on the walls faintly illuminated a hall from Hell.

“Four enemy dead,” Priestess reported. The Systies had camped out here. Dropboxes and airbeds and cooking gear and rations were strewn around the floor. There were a lot of civilian items as well, clothing and blankets and shoes. The walls and ceiling were made of massive, flattened coils of dark, alien cenite. CoilsI had seen this before in the Omni base on Andrion 3. It was like being inside a gigantic, evil snake. The walls and ceiling were cold and wet. We were inside the beast now, inside the Mound, inside the alien world of the O’s.

“We’re sorry, Bell. We’re sorry!” The Systie, our prisoner, was on his knees before one of the dead. Our Systie was an Outworlder, I noted, a thin face, short hair. An Outworlder, in the service of the System. There were millions like thatnot that they had any choice.

“Secure this roomget that door closed!” Snow Leopard ordered. We were all inside now, the whole squad, armored and armed, charged up and ready to fire.

“What about the civilians?”

“They’ll be safer outsidebelieve us!” The Systie commented miserably.

“Leave them outside,” Snow Leopard ordered. “and get that Systie out of his armor.” Merlin found the controls; and the massive double doors began the journey back to the closed position, shrieking all the way, the outside light gradually fading. It closed with a terrifying bang. It was so dark inside that my darksight activated.

“Still no psyprobe,” Tara announced. “The Systie is no longer psyched. He’s completely normal.”

“It’s the stunstar,” Merlin explained. “It scrambles electroneural activity; it neutralized the psych.”

Gildron moaned. We were scanning the walls and ceiling. Scrapper and Twister unlinked the Systie’s armor. The chestplate fell noisily to the floor.

“Merlin, wreck those controls,” Snow Leopard said. “I want those doors sealed. Nobody gets in.”

“Tenners.” Merlin raised his E. My heart was hammering. Nobody gets inwonderful. But nobody gets out, either. Snow Leopard was truly terrifying, if you really thought about it. The controls glowed and spat sparks as Merlin melted them with the laser. We lock the door behind uspermanently. Now it’s simplevictory or death. Snow Leopard didn’t have to say a word. We all understood. I looked over at Tara. I could see into her faceplate. She was faintly smiling, her E raised and ready to fire. It was the smile of a saint. And I understoodwe were on holy ground. Satan was up ahead, writhing in the shadows. And we were going to kill him, or die trying.

“Talk, Systie,” Snow Leopard said. “Where are the V? We’re after the V.”

“It must be insane,” the Systie responded slowly, looking around at us each in turn. “Legion must all be insane. It’s after the V? The V will kill it all!”

“Answer or you die.” Snow Leopard raised his E and pointed it right at the Systie’s chest. The Systie was out of his armor now, sweating, still on his knees, clad only in a dirty litesuit.

“We’ll show it the V,” the Systie said. “We’ll show it our world. We call it the Kingdomthe Kingdom of the Doomed. It’s the V’s world. We’re just the caretakers. But we’re just as doomed as the others.”

“Reception, Reception, Processing, come in. Report! What happened?” It was a tinny voice, coming from a handcom on the deck. The Systie reached down for it but One’s booted heel pinned his hand to the floor.

“Who’s that, Systie?”

“It’s the rest of our guysProcessing. They’re on duty inside. This is Reception and H.Q. It’s not much of an office but it’s all we’ve got.”

One eased his foot off the Systie’s hand. “Tell them there’s been an accident. One of the civilians grabbed an SGno friendlies hurt. Tell them to come and assist.”

The Systie picked up the instrument. “Processing, it’s Transport. We’re backthere’s been an accident. One of the packs grabbed an SG and we had to take it out. Nobody hurt. Can it help us clean up the mess?”

“We’re on the way, Transport.”

“Move it, Systie!” Snow Leopard barked. “Lead the way. We meet themnow!”

Another massive cenite door slid open, the screech of metal on metal. A darkened corridor, sweating icy metal walls, the Systie’s breath frosty in the air.

“Processing is to the right,” he said. We followed, our E’s raised, every sense alert. This was the domain of the O’sa narrow corridor, a high ceiling hidden in the dark. The creatures were here, somewhere, waiting to lash out at us.

“I want stunstar, Five,” Snow Leopard ordered. The Systies were on my tacmap now, coming out of a corridor door up ahead. Psycho pushed forward past Snow Leopard and fired. A blinding flash and a titanic bang, the shockwave rocking us back on our heels and knocking our Systie off his feet.

“Recover prisoners! Medic up!” The corridor was smoking. Three Systies sprawled on the deck, out cold, clad in litesuits and coldcoats, armed with SG’s. Priestess was on them in an instant, checking the life signs.

“Snow Leopard!” Tara looked around us uneasily, one hand out as if testing the air. The psybloc units on our helmets activated simultaneously, popping to life, then crackling like novas, filling the corridor with glaring light and dark leaping shadows.

“Psybloc grenades,” Snow Leopard said calmly. “Ahead and behind.” He tossed one up the corridor and Valkyrie lobbed one back to cover our rear. They ignited, double explosions, white-hot stars spitting sparks, and we scanned the walls and ceilings as ice-cold sweat trickled down my temples.

“Secure those Systies, Nine,” Snow Leopard ordered. “Then follow us. Get the weapons, guys.” I picked up another SG. We were bristling with weapons by now. Priestess and Merlin slipped restraints over the unconscious Systies’ wrists. The Systies had come out of another autosealing door, leading into the interior of the Mound.

“Get that door open, Systie.” Our Systie was still with us, right by One’s side. He reached out to a black panel and the door began sliding open. I hurled in a psybloc grenade and it exploded inside, popping and glaring, lighting up the interior.

Another large room, dominated by a great cylindrical column riddled with vertical slits, oozing sticky liquid, merging with the ceiling. Systie dropboxes and ration packs littered the deck.

“What’s that, Systie?” Snow Leopard illuminated the column with the light from his E.

“Don’t know,” the Systie responded. “It’s never done anything. Processing is topside. This way.” We eased past the structure, E’s up and scanning. The psybloc grenade bathed the room with harsh light. Our helmet units continued to function. The door slammed shut behind us.

“It’s an elevator,” the Systie said, “this whole section of floor.”

“I’ve got movement,” Sweety whispered in my ears. “Upstairs. Hundreds of targetshuman, unarmed.” Our psybloc units suddenly shut off. The grenade continued to flare. We looked up to the ceiling. Even with the darksight, it was a confusing mess.

“Why would they stop probing?”

“To get us off guard. Let’s get up there. Stay alert!” We moved onto the platform and the Systie touched a guardrail and we shot up to the ceiling and the ceiling snapped open and suddenly we were in Processing.

I clutched a psybloc grenade, but there was no sign of O’s. We were in another large, darkened room, a forest of strange devices hanging down from the ceiling. The floor was covered with ragsno, people. The rags moved, fluttering. Someone coughed. Faces, pale pinched faces, blue from the cold. Dull glazed eyes. Civilians, huddled under thin blankets and dirty coldcoats, exhausted.

We walked through the room warily, eying the mysterious structures dangling from the ceiling. The deck was gritty, covered with trash. The civilians watched us silently. I could see in their eyes that they knew they were dead, and I wondered if they could see the same in ours.

“How many more of your guys here, Systie? Why haven’t they responded?”

“They’re up aheadin Separation and Holding. Sounds don’t carry in here. They probably don’t know there’s anything wrong.”

“More unarmored, unarmed humans in the corridor outside,” Sweety informed me.

“No psyprobe,” Tara added. “But I don’t like it here. There’s something wrong. Something oppressive.”

“Tell me about it,” Valkyrie said. The ceiling glittered with ice.

“You stay with me, Systie.” Snow Leopard had him by his tunic, propelling him toward the exit. Another door, another corridor, this one inhabited by ghosts. They huddled against the walls, standing, squatting, collapsed on the deck, shivering in the cold, too tired to move.

“They’re all psyched,” Tara informed us. “They’re barely functioning.”

“These are all females,” Snow Leopard said, “young females. Explain, Systie.” Snow Leopard was rightI could see no males.

“Ahh this is Separation. The V make us divide the people into groups. The old, adult males and females, children “

I glanced at the tacmap. This corridor was roughly circular, but it was closer to the center of the Mound than the corridor below.

Someone screamed, up ahead. One pushed the Systie to one side and moved up the corridor. I followed.

They were in a doorless alcove just off to one side, two of them, DefCorps Systies in litesuits. They had a naked girl with them. She was very pretty and very young. They did not even see us as we approachedthey were busy. One of them raised a hand and slapped the girl in the face, hard. The screaming stopped. A few other girls watched from the corridor with glazed eyes and expressionless faces. One of the Systies held the girl down over a dropbox while the other one raped her, thrusting deeply into her, his pants around his knees. There was a lot of bloodhe was not being gentle.

Snow Leopard and I stepped into the alcove. The Systies looked up and saw black armor, gleaming in the dark. Their eyes widened in shock. My laser sight lit up the forehead of the one who was restraining the girl. Then his head exploded. The other one scrambled away like a crippled dog until Snow Leopard’s boot landed on his back. Snow Leopard brought his E to bear on the back of the Systie’s head, but an armored hand reached out and lifted the barrel of his E away from the target.

“Let me please?” Valkyrie asked. The Systie twisted like a snake, thrashing around in the rubbish on the floor. He was on his back now, his pants tangled around his ankles. Valkyrie stood over him with an eerie smile. The laser sight lit up the Systie’s crotch. He whimpered, and Valkyrie fired a burst on laser. I turned my head away. The Systie shrieked from the very depths, and then passed out.

“He’s still alive,” Valkyrie said calmly, “but it’s all righthe’ll bleed to death.”

“She’s in shock,” Priestess said, looking after the girl.

“She’s psyched,” Tara added. “They all are.”

“Is this considered a fringe benefit, Systie?” Snow Leopard seized our Systie by the front of his tunic and slammed him up against the wall, the barrel of the E resting against the Systie’s throat. Snow Leopard’s pale pink eyes were glittering hatred, and I knew the Systie was in serious trouble.

“Unauthorized!” the Systie gasped. “The V have made us crazy! We try to help the packs!” Our psybloc units suddenly came on, crackling to life, lighting up the hall.

“Enemy probes!” Sweety announced. “Two probes, as marked, projecting psypower, unidentified capabilities, approaching our position!” They were on the tacmap, coming at us along the corridor. I raised two weapons, the E and an SG. Another SG dangled from one shoulder.

“Auto xmax,” Snow Leopard ordered. He released his grip on the Systie, who slid down the wall to the floor, bathed in sweat. “Fire at my command. Grenadesnow!”

Back to the wall, I set both weapons to auto xmax. A couple of psybloc grenades burst brightly down corridor, lighting us all up. A girl in a blanket whimpered beside methe corridor was lined with civilians.

“Get down on the floor,” I suggested. Closerhere they come! Probes, floating effortlessly just below the ceiling, coming right at us.

“High and rising psyprobe readings!”

“It can’t resist them,” the Systie said.

“Fire,” Snow Leopard ordered. I opened up with the E and the SG both. We all fired and the corridor exploded, a titanic, continuing multiple starburst, shrieking, awful catastrophe, the shock waves buffeting our A-suits. I kept my finger locked on autofire and the walls began to disintegrate, shrapnel pinging off my armor, the ceiling coming down, glowing and smoking.

“Cease fire! Cease fire!”

“Probes eliminated,” Sweety reported.

“I feel much better now,” Psycho said dreamily. Our psybloc units switched off abruptly. A sudden silence descended on us. The corridor ahead burnt and hissed. The deck was littered with wreckage. The civilians whimpered.

“Think there were any people down there?”

“Not any more.”

“Where’s that Systie?” Snow Leopard demanded. “Get him over here! Systie, we want to get into the interior of this installationhow do we get in?”

The Systie was bleeding from minor shrapnel wounds. He appeared stunned and exhausted. “The V don’t let us in past the third corridor,” he said, “and even the third is blocked at both ends. There are terrible things in therebelieve us, it doesn’t want to go further.”

“Onewe’ve got something here!” Dragon stood before another black cenite door. We moved up. Someone had crudely sprayed two words over the door: HOLDINGBRATS.

“I detect numerous human targets within, all unarmored,” Sweety informed me. Dragon hit the control and the door slid open.

We went in guns up and we thought we were ready for anything but we were not ready for what was in therea great hall full of dying children lying in their own filth, too tired to move, hollow blue-grey faces, tragic unblinking eyes, wasted little arms clutching rags for warmth. There was a muted wailing in the airthey were too close to death to cry.

“Deadman’s death,” someone said quietly.

“My holy God.”

We made our way carefully into the room, stepping between the children. They were all very youngtoddlers and pre-schoolers.

“Oh no. Look!”

A whole corner of the hall was covered with rags. But they were moving, mewing, whimpering. Tiny pink fists, clutching at nothing. Babies!

“Go away! You can’t have them!” A little girl in a torn dress, enraged, stood amidst the babies. Her arm went back and she hurled something at us. It bounced off my A-suit. And suddenly the air was full of missiles, all sorts of junk, empty ration cans, old shoes, plastic dolls, baby bottles, rattling off our armor. The older children were struggling to their feet, throwing anything they could find, crying and screaming. A gang of dirty-faced girls snatched up the babies, then ran to a corner, clutching the squirming infants to their bosoms. And that one defiant child stood before the remaining babies like a guardian angel, crying and trembling, screaming her rage and frustration and hate, ready to die for her charges.

“Go away! They’re only babies! Leave us alone! Go away! Go away! Go away! If I were big, I’d kill you!”

“Somebody take the Systie outside and kill him,” Snow Leopard ordered quietly. Psycho seized the Systie and dragged him out to the corridor. The last I saw of him he was screaming for mercy as Psycho activated his hot knife.

Priestess removed her helmet. The hail of missiles ceased as the children slowly realized she was a female.

“We’re here to help the babies,” she said. “We’re here to help you all.” She reached out and the child threw her arms around Priestess’s neck and cried a river of tears.

“That kid belongs in the Legion,” I said. I had never seen anything as heroic as that little girl, defying a whole squad of armored killers.

“We need rationscanteensnow,” Priestess ordered. We were ripping open our ratpaks when Sweety interrupted.

“Alert! I detect a full squad of Systies, fully armed and armored, approaching the Mound!” Sweety had nothing but good news for us.

“I have to stay here,” Priestess said immediately.

“Valkyrie, these folks are going to take out the main doors and come in after us. I want you to take an element, go back to Processingthe room where we arrived by elevator. Clear out the civiliansput them in the halls. Then mine the room. I want it to go up as soon as the Systies are inside.” Snow Leopard never hesitated. He always seemed to know exactly what was necessary.

“I’ll use displacement triggers and vulcans,” Valkyrie said. “I want Twelve, Four and Eight. All right?”

“That’s fine. When the room goes up, I want you to attack, and finish off any survivorsget them all, then rejoin us.”

“Tenners. Where will you be?”

“We’re going after the ship. Keep in touch.”

“Will do.”

“He’s right up ahead,” I said. Sweety had the Systie zeroed on my tacmod. We had chased two Systies down the corridor, cleaning up the last of the Systies assigned to the Mound, in and out of rooms, while Valkyrie’s group was still waiting in ambush to get the new bunch. Now this one was trapped. The bastard had an SG, and wasn’t shy about using ithe had almost hit me. I was still twitching, inside my armor.

“Well, shoot him!” Snow Leopard suggested. I raised my E and fired auto xmax. The room exploded and filled with smoke. When the dust settled, Sweety discerned no life signs.

“Keep an eye on the ceiling,” Snow Leopard added. We did not like the ceiling. It was studded with what looked like hatchways or emergency escapes, but Sweety had no further readings for us.

The Systie was torn to shreds, a bloody hunk of meat. He had not been in armor. We had still not heard from Valkyrie about the new squad of Systies. They were in armor, and ready for a fight.

“What the hell is this?” Psycho asked. I suddenly realized that the entire room was ankle-deep in discarded clothing. I picked up one item with the tip of my SGa child’s pink sweater. I let it fall back to the floor. How many hopes and dreams died in this room, I wondered. How many families, delivered up to the O’s by the System?

“Look,” Snow Leopard said. He stood before a sealed cenite door. The Systies had sprayed another message, on the surface: LABPACKS ONLY.

“I detect faint life readings within,” Sweety reported. “Humans, unarmored.”

There were only six of us nowSnow Leopard and Psycho and the new girl, Twister, Tara and Gildron and myself. Valkyrie was still at the ambush site with her buddy Scrapper and Merlin and Dragon. Priestess was off by herself, nursing the babies.

“Attention! I have a reading from Reception!” Sweety said. “The main door has been breached! Repeat, the main door to Reception has been breached! No further readings!”

“Deto,” Psycho said. “It’s the Systies.” The new Systie squad had just blown its way into the Mound.

“Packs only,” Snow Leopard said, ignoring Sweety’s report. “The Systies don’t go in here. This is the interior. We’re going in.”

We’re going inBeta One was always able to get our attention. He didn’t even have to raise his voice. Only a few words, we’re going in, and there was so much adrenalin in my system I swear I could taste it in my mouth. Snow Leopard reached for the door panel and pressed it.

A wave of icy air rolled out slowly as the door slid openthe armored skin on my A-suit was suddenly wet. We moved in like jungle cats. It was a large darkened hall full of glass, tall gleaming glassy columns and cubicles wreathed with mist, reaching up to a dark ceiling. A spidery framework of metal wiring ran around the crystal columns.

“Life ” Sweety said. “Thirteen the count is unclear. From ten to seventeen humans. Suggest further investigation.”

An icy metal catwalk, a glassy translucent column. Something inside, a lazy movement. I brushed away a coating of frost. There was a body within, a naked human female body, floating in liquida headless body. A mass of tubing led from the neck up to the top of the cylinder and I knew instinctively that the body was still alive. I hardly dared look but I could see there were two large glassy globes atop the cylinder. Two heads, my God! The first one, a male, blue-grey skin, clearly dead. The second head, a femaleeyes open, staring at me. Below, the arms suddenly moved.

I backed out quickly, terrified, my heart thumping wildly. Our psybloc units cracked on, spitting light.

“Alien life-form readings one level up.”

Snow Leopard tossed a psybloc grenade out ahead of us. It lit up the cylinders until we could see what was in them. Therea man with no limbs. Gasping, helpless, a trunk with a head, floating in his own filth. The bastards were experimenting with us, playing with us!

“Thinker look at this.” Psycho pointed out something with his Manlink. A grey mass in a frosty globe of bloody liquid. A human brain. I knew it was alive.

“That O was moving fast,” Snow Leopard said. “Stand by!” Our tacmods suddenly filled with chafftotally unreadable.

“Enemy deceptorsI have no further readings,” Sweety said. “Warning! An Omni attack is likely!”

I hurled another psybloc grenade into the dark. It exploded white-hot, burning like a star. The O was using deceptorswe were blind.

“It’s got us zeroed,” Snow Leopard said. “Weapons on canister X. We make our stand here.” A faint shudder ran over our armor. Then a distant, rumbling explosion.

“Element attack!” Valkyrie hissed, springing her ambush on the Systie squad. The mines had gone off.

“Deceptors,” Snow Leopard commanded. Psycho shot them off, and they cracked to life. Now the O would be blind as wellwe hoped. There was no way of knowing for sure.

“Movement!” Sweety reported. Our tacmods flashed phospho red to pinpoint the source, at the far end of that nightmare hall. I snapped my E up to my shoulder and fired auto canister X. We all fired, and the darkness erupted, a swirling, dazzling white-hot fireball, spitting hundreds of tracks of glowing hissing shrapnel, the blast and the sound rocking us simultaneously, the air suddenly full of sparkling glassy debris.

The room exploded, a titanic flash and boom and I was down, groveling on my back like an armored bug. I was in the core of a star, blue hot flames consuming me utterly, the skin on my A-suit suddenly glowing cherry-red. The warning indicators on my faceplate lit up like fireworks.

“NOVA WARNING! Exterior temperature has passed acceptable tolerances for cenite armor! Your armor is melting! Recommend immediate retreat!” I scrambled up from the deck, frantic, enveloped in flames. My armor was already white-hot.

“Get out! Get out!” Snow Leopard ordered. “Back the way we came! Keep firing!” I fired into the flames, auto canister X, walking backwards in roaring sheets of flaming gas.

“Tacstar, FiveI want everything in there to die!” We made it back to the door somehow and Psycho raised his Manlink and the tacstar ripped its way through the holocaust and exploded, a nuclear flower, annihilating it all, blowing a wild storm of debris through the doorway. The door slid shut, sealing us off from the flames.

“Is everybody here? Five, Three, Cinta, Gildron, Thirteen, all here.” One sounded shaken. Our A-suits were burning and smoking.

“Did you see that brain?” Psycho asked.

“We’re just lab animals to them,” Snow Leopard said. “The only way out of here is to kill O’s!”

“What the hell was that weapon?” I asked.

“That was starmassthey used it in the Plague War,” Snow Leopard responded.

“Look at your armor! Do you know what temperature it takes to affect A-suit armor? That was like being in a star!” My armor was burnt grey, scarred and pitted, smoking freely.

“Did we get the O?” Twister asked.

“No way of knowingnot in that mess,” I answered.

“I think we upset it,” Psycho said.

“No! What makes you think that?”

“I can tell when somebody’s upset. It didn’t like the canister.” Our helmet units were still spitting psybloc so we knew the O’s were in the area. Gildron snarled and raised his E, covering the ceiling.

“Continuous psyprobing,” Tara reported. “We’ve got their attention!”

“Eleven, report!” Snow Leopard demanded. The response came at once.

“One, Eleven. We killed five Systies. We have possession of Processing. There’s more of them downstairs, but they’ve split up. Probably looking for an alternate way to get to us. Do you want us to pursue them?”

“Damn! Negative, Valkyrie. Re-mine the room and rejoin the squad, now. Priestess, get back here.”

“I can’t, One.” Priestess replied wearily. “I can’t! I have to look after the babies, the childrenthey’re dying, they’re all dying, I have to keep them alive.”

“Deadman. All right, Nine, keep alert! Follow me, gang. We’ve got a mission!”

Chapter 10

Blue Jade

“It won’t open,” Dragon reported. The door had a Systie message sprayed on itDISPOSAL. The squad was together again except for Priestess, who was still watching over the children. Dragon took his hand off the tab. The doors were no longer working. Things were starting to get tense. The O’s were using deceptors and our tacmods were close to useless.

“They’ve sealed all doors,” Snow Leopard said. “They know there’s some new people here. Psycho, open it. Valkyrie, take your element and move up corridorI want to know what’s up there. Watch out for the Systies.”

“Tenners. Twelve, Four, Eight, let’s go.”

We huddled under cover as Psycho opened the door. A tacstar isn’t subtle, even on minimum power, but it always works. When the echoes ceased, we walked in past the glowing edges of the massive hole Psycho had punched in the cenite door. We found a room with a scattering of shocked, twitching civilians. They had been at the far end of the room and had escaped death but they were in bad shape from the blast. They were all completely naked, males and females, huddled against the wall, shivering. It was dark and cold. The ceiling was full of those damned escape hatches. It made us nervous.

“Psycho, you’ve got the ceiling.”

“Thanks. I appreciate that.”

There was another sealed door at the far end of the room and a message: PACKS ONLY.

A little naked girl came out of the shadows and looked up at Snow Leopard, completely unafraid. “Our mommy went in there,” she said. “Can we open it?”

“Aw scut,” Psycho said.

“Thirteen, on me,” Snow Leopard ordered. “You’ve got the techprobe Mark 2? Can you open this door for us?”

“I can open it, One,” Psycho said cheerily.

“I know, Five. I was thinking about something a little less noisy this time.”

“I’ll try, One.” Twister went to work on the activator with the techprobe.

“Heavy and continuing deceptor activity,” Sweety announced. “This may precede an Omni attack!”

I approached the nearest adult civilian, a male. They had all struggled to their feet and were standing patiently, as if waiting for an airbus.

“What goes on here?” I asked. “What’s beyond that door? Do you know?”

“That’s where we’re going, Cit,” the man responded, “in there. We have to go in there.” He looked into my eyes, dead serious.

“But what’s in there?”

“We don’t know, Cit. But that’s where we have to go.” He seemed totally convinced. “We hope it can open the door for us.”

“They’re psyched,” Tara cut in, “totally psyched. Going into that doorway is all that’s in their minds. The O’s don’t even have to be here. They use the Systies to divide up the civilians the way they want, then they psych the different groups to go where they’re supposed to go. I hope we get a chance to kill some O’s while we’re here. I think that would make me feel very good.”

“I believe you’re going to get your wish.”

“Bring us back a souvenir, Thinker!” I was backing down the drop on the end of my climbing cable and my boots were sliding freely over the oily surface. The door had revealed a steep slide, falling down to an invisible room far below.

“Just don’t let go!” I pleaded.

“Can I have Priestess if you don’t come back?” Psycho asked. He was on the other end of the line. I was sweating ice, and in no mood for humor. My boots shot out from under me and I landed on one hip.

“Damn! I can’t even stand up here!”

“Can you see anything below?”

“It’s hot down therethere’s steam rising!”

“I think it’s time to re-negotiate that hundred credits you claim I owe you. What say, Thinker?”

I landed almost waist-deep in a pool of sticky, viscous liquid. My darksight was on. It was almost pitch dark except for the flashing from my psybloc, which cut through it all like lightning. Things were moving slowly all around me. It was some kind of awful mechanism.

“No life,” Sweety reported. But it was all moving. I eased forward, sloshing through the mess. Something flashed out of the dark and banged off my armor, raising sparks, sending me to my knees. It whirled and circled back. A mechanical device. I avoided it the second timeit hissed harmlessly past me. Something brushed up against me in the water. I glanced down. A body, swollen and putrefied, half submerged. My skin crawled. I pushed it away.

Something moved up ahead, a dull red glow. I sloshed forward. A horrific scene came into view. A line of corpses, bloody meat, stripped of all skin, dangling from hooks. An assembly linea meat factory. I stopped. I did not want to see any more.

“There are no O’s here, One,” I reported. “Only bodieslots of bodies.”

“Return, Threefast!”

“Gladly!”

“Valkyrie’s found something,” Psycho informed me when I crawled out of the chute. “Let’s go.” The rest of the squad was gone, the room deserted.

“What’s she found?” I asked.

“A way in, we think. What’s down there?”

“You don’t want to know.” We stepped out the hole Psycho had blown in the outer door. The civilians stood around outside, naked, shivering, their skin turning blue. The little girl who had asked about her mommy stepped past me into the room. I managed to grab onto her arm.

“Hold it! Where do you think you’re going?” I hauled her back into the corridor.

“We’re going to see our mommy,” she said gravely. She was so cold her teeth were chattering.

“Excuse us,” another civilian said. It was the man I had talked with earlier, now stepping into the doorway. Psycho pulled him back roughly.

“What’s the holdup, Psycho?” Snow Leopard asked on the tacnet. He was getting impatient.

“Stop! Everybody stop! You can’t go in there! You’ll all die in there!”

“We have to go in,” the man responded. There were nods of agreement from the rest of the civilians.

“The inner door’s open,” Psycho said, “and it won’t close!”

“Deadman! Snow Leopard, we’ve got a problem!” I suddenly realized that the corridor was filling with civiliansthey were coming along the corridor from Processing, where Valkyrie had cleared the room. Men, women and childrenwith only one thought in their fully-psyched minds.

Priestess suddenly appeared, running up the corridor past the civilians. She knew something was wrong.

“Thinker! Where are they going?”

“They’re going to die if they go into this room.” The civilians were trying to push their way past us. I swung a left at one particularly aggressive fellow, and my armored fist crushed his nose and hurled him across the corridor. It made no difference. They were frantic to get in, clawing at our A-suits.

“Stop it! Stop it! Go back! Go back!” Twister called out, frantic, recognizing the problem immediately, running back and throwing herself into the crowd. She hurled bodies left and right to clear them away from the door.

“We’ve got to get that ship, guys!” Snow Leopard told us on the tacnet. “Get back here now!”

“The ship is not important!” Twister cried out. “We have to save these people!”

“She’s right, One,” Priestess added. “The ship is not important! These people are important! They’re human beingsand they’re going to die if we don’t help them!”

“Get in here, Twister!” I said. “Get that inner door closed! Then laser it shut!”

“I’m on it!” She scrambled past me.

“Priestessget out of the corridor! In here!” She forced her way in, past the frantically struggling civilians. Psycho blocked the doorway.

“Psycho,” I said. “Do a low-power stunstar in the corridor.”

“You’re right!” Psycho said. “It worked on that Systie! It’ll scramble the psych programming!”

“Three, Five, Thirteen, Nine, rejoin the squad immediately!”

“We’re on the way, One!” I responded.

“Attention! One-two-three Systies in armor, in the corridor, near Holding.”

“How did they do that?”

“The children!” Priestess called out.

“Heads down!” Psycho fired the stunstar. It was the thunder of the Gods, a great fist from the sky, flattening everyone in the corridor. The echoes rolled away. When the dust cleared the civilians were all out cold, sprawled everywhere.

“The psyching will be gone when they regain consciousness. Have you got that door yet?”

“It’s done!” The inner door snapped shut, closing off the slide to Hell.

“One, we’re attacking the Systies!” Psycho said, stepping out the door with his Manlink raised.

“We’re on the way, Psycho! Clear the corridor!”

“Can you see anything?” I burst out the door and rolled over to the far side of the corridor, snapping the safety off my E. My tacmod was trash. The corridor was full of unconscious civilians. Our psybloc units were flashingit was bad news all around.

“I don’t have totacstar!” Psycho aimed the Manlink. Then the world exploded, a dazzling supersonic crack and a titanic boom, and my armored fingers clawed at the air. My faceplate lit up with warning lights and the corridor walls and ceiling were suddenly shredded and smoking. A quick glimpse of Priestess and Twister standing in the center of the corridor wreathed in smoke, E’s at their shoulders, firing auto xmax almost as if they were on the range back at Basic. Then my hearing came back and the noise overwhelmed me.

“Give me that Manlink!” Dragon snatched Five’s weapon and snapped it up to his shoulder. He fired immediately and the tacstar ripped open the universe. It exploded with a merciless crack down corridor, lighting everything up with an eerie incandescent glow. I couldn’t figure out why Dragon was firing Psycho’s weapon.

“Psycho, lay down a suppressing fire with the Manlink,” Snow Leopard ordered. “Beta, on me. We disengagewe’ve got a mission! We’ve got to find that ship!”

“Thinker, are you hurt? Thinker!” Valkyrie clawed at my armor. Tacstars shrieked and exploded down corridor. The rest of the squad let loose with auto xmax and lasersthe Systies would be keeping their heads down.

“I think I’m all right. Deadman! What happened?”

“The Systies fired a tacstaryou’re lucky! Get up! Disengage! Beta, disengage!”

“Five! Oh no!”

“Psycho’s hit!”

“Priestess, we’ve got a casualty!”

I struggled to my feet. My E was at my chest and an SG still dangled from one shoulder. Something was wrong with one leg of my A-suit. I was having trouble moving the joint. Then I saw that my armor was riddled with hits, pitted with smoking holes.

Psycho was on his back, his armor smoking. One leg was gone, blown away above the knee, his blood squirting all over Tara’s armored fingers as she struggled to get a field dressing on it. I could hardly comprehend it. Psycho, the invincible, was down. Psycho, who had emerged unscathed from Andrion 2 and 3, from Coldmark, from MongeraPsycho was down.

“Attention! Legion squad approaching the Mound!”

“Damn! Now what?”

“That’s got to be Blue Gold!”

“Psycho! Psycho! Can you hear me?” I bent over his helmet. Priestess was suddenly there, dropping her E, taking over from Tara, working on Psycho’s wound. I snapped open his visor. He was in shock, pale and twitching. His lips moved.

“Bastards got me ” he gasped.

“No, they didn’t, Psycho!” I insisted. “It’s a God-damned scratch! Don’t be such a pussy!”

“I’m finished ” I could barely hear him.

“You can’t die, you jerk! You owe me a hundred credits! Quit whiningPriestess is patching you up right now!”

“Psycho, your wound is not fatal,” Priestess reported. “Your right leg has been damaged. The Legion will build you a new one, trooperno worries! Try and relax!”

“Relax! Scut, how are my balls? Tell me the truth!”

“Your balls are fine, Psycho,” Priestess replied. She was almost laughing.

“You’ve got it cracked, Psycho!” I said. “You’re off to the body shopyou’re a damned hero, those little nurses will be fighting to see who gives you the sponge bath. Stay awake, Psycho!”

“Don’t lose my Manlink, Dragon!” His Manlink! he’s lost his leg, and he’s worried about his Manlink. Only in the Legion!

“I have multiple tacstars, one level down,” Sweety reported. What the hell? We could feel them, the vibrations rumbling up through the deck. A fireball erupted down-corridor. Dragon had the Manlink on autoflameeverything down there was wreathed in burning gas. The heat lit up our A-suits.

“Deadman, the civilians ” We had barely had time to glance at them. The Systie tacstar had blown them to shreds. The corridor was littered with shattered, twitching bodies, the walls spattered with blood. Deadall dead. The little girl was back with her mommy, at last.

“Move, troopers! Back to Exportnow! Bring Psycho!” Priestess and I dragged Psycho along the deck as the others fired everything they had to cover us. There was nothing at all we could do for the civilians, not now.

The Systies had marked the door EXPORT. We weren’t sure what it meant, but we were hoping it would lead to the Ship. Merlin had already opened it. We tumbled in, dragging Psycho behind us.

“Damn it! Take it easy!” he complained.

“Eleven, Twelve, Eight at the door,” Snow Leopard ordered. “Keep their heads down.”

“Tenners!” It was another freezing metal room, coils of oily cenite twisting up the walls to a dark ceiling. Four bizarre chest-high solid metal structures rose from a slick wet floor. Tables, I thought, for the O’s. There was another door at the far side of the roomPACKS ONLY, it read.

“All right, this is it. Get it open, Merlin.”

“I’m on it.” Merlin popped the panel, picking at the device with his techprobe. Our psybloc crackled away and my tacmod was still unreadable. Systies or O’s could hit us at any time. Dragon fired another tacstar. The micronuke flashed white-hot in the corridor and the shock wave buffeted the room. That should slow them down!

“I have broken the Systie comnet,” Sweety announced. That was a good trick, considering the deceptors. She immediately fed us what she had caught.

” can’t hold downstairs!” a Systie said. “How’s your attack?”

A burst of static, then the response. ” outflanking them. We’ve got ” More static, an overwhelming roar.

“Fire down the other end, Dragon!” Snow Leopard shouted. “They’re outflanking us somehow!”

“I have multiple tacstars one level down,” Sweety said. “The floor may soon collapse.” We could feel the blasts. A terrific battle was underway below us. Who the hell was down there? Dragon fired more tacstarswe were going to tear this place apart if we weren’t careful. And we weren’t.

“Opening!” Merlin announced. The inner door slid open. I crouched behind one of those massive circular metal slabs, my E and SG both pointed at the outer door. Twister was by my side and Priestess was tending to Psycho. Tara and Gildron sought cover behind another of the tables.

The outer doorway exploded, a titanic crash and a blinding flash. My faceplate went black, then lit up again. That massive metal table had caught the force of the blast so I was still upright and conscious when the Systie trooper stepped into the doorway, a terrifying vision wreathed in nuclear flame, clad in dull bronze-colored DefCorps armor, firing an SG on auto x. I fired my E on laser and caught him in the chest. The laser screeched and hissed on his armor, spitting sparks, and his arms twitched and the SG snapped down erratically and then Tara and Gildron and Snow Leopard and Merlin and Twister fired auto x, and the Systie went down like a metal doll, flashing with hits, tracers bursting away from him like fireworks.

“Clear the corridor!” Snow Leopard and Merlin and Twister and I charged the door, but skidded to a halt in the doorway when we realized that most of the corridor floor had collapsedit was a flaming hole, with the dead Systie draped over the edge. The coiled cenite walls were pitted and smoking. I fired auto x down the corridor in one direction while Merlin and Twister took the other side. Laser bursts snapped past us and auto x exploded along the walls. We popped back into the room.

“A clear difference of opinion,” Merlin remarked. I could hardly believe he was so calm. Merlin normally couldn’t test-fire his E without getting nervous.

“Seal the outer door, Merlin! Permanently! Priestess, the casualties!” Priestess was already on it. Valkyrie, Scrapper and Dragon lay on the floor, their armor smoking. They had been near the door when the tacstar hit.

“Life signs all right Dragon all right. Valkyrie tenners. Scrapper is all right! I’m doing mags!” They were stirring, struggling to get off the floor. Thank the dead! The armor had saved themthe star had exploded outside the room, otherwise we’d all have fried.

“Outer door sealed!” It slid shut noisily as xmax popped outside. Merlin wrecked the controls with his laser.

“All right, in we go,” Snow Leopard said quietly. “We’ve got to secure that ship before anyone else gets to it.” I had been trying to avoid looking at the inner door. It was open now, and it was glowing. It was bright in therebrilliant.

“Psycho, we’ve got to leave you here. I’m sorry, but we’ll need the Manlink. Dragon, give him your E. Thinker, give him that SG.”

Psycho pulled himself up to a sitting position, leaning against one of those massive metal tables, facing the outer door, his bloody stump plastered with gel and sealant. He was flying on mags and I knew he didn’t feel a thing. “You go right ahead, guys,” he said, “and don’t you worry about your rear. Nobody’s getting past me. You can bet your lives on that!”

“You got plenty of psybloc grenades?”

“I’m all set. Get out of here.”

Valkyrie and Scrapper and Dragon were on their feet, weaving. “Deadman,” Dragon said. “I’m still seeing double.”

“Let’s go, Beta,” Snow Leopard said. “On me. Psycho, we’ll be back for you.” And he stepped into the inner doorway. We followed. I paused, for a last look at Psycho. I was going to miss the little creep.

“I expect to collect that hundred credits, Psycho,” I reminded him.

“Either way I win,” he replied. “Now get outta my sight.”

We found ourselves in a brightly-lit corridor of mirrored, translucent glassy walls, frosted with ice, a road of glass under a high, shiny ceiling twice the height of a human. It led straight ahead. I could see movement behind the wallsit looked like water rushing over the glass. I swung the butt of my E at the wall and it bounced off. The air was freezing and frost was forming on my faceplate.

“Maintain attack interval!” We rushed forward blindly. Many Uldo civilians had trod this glassy road, I knewthose destined for EXPORT.

“I don’t like this!” Our psybloc units were still flashingwe were now, truly, in the Land of the O’s, and we could expect our hosts to appear at any moment.

“One, this may lead to the ship,” Valkyrie said, “but the O’s have to know we’re here!”

“I know that, Eleven,” Snow Leopard said. “Squad halt. Look alert! This is far enough. Dragon, the Manlink. Blow a hole in the wallthis side.” I skidded to a halt and raised my E. I made sure it was on canister x.

“How you doing, Twister?” I asked.

“Is it too late to ask for sick leave?”

“Just stay alert. Pop a mag.”

“I’ve been chewing them like candy!”

A tremendous bang, the air swirling, a hurricane of mirrored shards. Dragon had blown a hole in the corridor wall.

“Black Jade, Blue Gold!” The transmission came through on Legion combat freqs, cutting right through the deceptors. “We’ve secured the ground floor! Systies are one level up! Repeat, we’ve secured ” A splattering roar overcame the transmission. Blue Gold! Those were the Legion troopers who had been tracking us. Their aircar had been destroyed, and we had walked away from their nova. A chill ran over my skin.

“Nobody answers them!” Snow Leopard snapped. “Under no circumstances will anybody in this squad communicate with Blue Gold! Beta, on me!” He stepped out of the smoking hole in the wall. We followed.

And I held my breath when I saw where we were. Pale green light softly illuminated crystal walls behind colonnades of vertical tubes covered with glittering ice and wreathed with airy walkways. We were inside a huge cenite cavern within the Mound, and an emerald city rose all around us. It was a city of tall spidery multi-faceted crystal columns shining like diamonds in the icy air, all interconnected, the walkways and the ice tubes slowly moving. The flat ceiling blazed with phospho green lights high above.

We crouched at the foot of one of the towering columns, by a field of luminous miniature white flowers. I could hear a faint roaring. The air was misty and cold. There were a few tall, slender trees ahead, with pale wet bark like lizard skin, topped by masses of dark spiky leaves.

“Look!” Off to one side, an icy black lakea waterfall, thundering down from a cliff of porous white rocks, filling the air with mist. And I knew it was a glimpse of the Omni’s home planet. I had never even imagined such an eerie, lifeless landscape, such a bright, dead city.

“Deadman!”

“We’ve got to get higher!” Snow Leopard said. “The ceiling is flatthere are more levels above. The ship will be on the highest level.” Snow Leopard was rightthe columns were buildings and their tops merged with the brightly lit ceiling.

“Attention! Energy source! Three enemy probes approaching!” We crouched in the slowly settling cloud of smoky debris from the hole we had blown in the corridor. It was a tube, covered with frost, and it headed into a nearby building.

“Grenades! Biodee!” Snow Leopard snapped.

“Negative,” Sweety corrected. “These are not genetic weapons! I have high and rising psyprobe energy readings. I have concluded these are psyprobe directional amplifiers. Three targets!” We could see them now, three shimmering silver orbs arcing lazily through the air, circling our position. Five or six psybloc grenades burst white-hot all around us. I kept my sights on the nearest probe.

“Fire auto x,” Snow Leopard commanded, and we all fired at once. The shriek of auto xmax shattered the eerie silence of the alien city and the three probes exploded, glittering phospho blue core, spitting white tracers, flashing out of existence.

“Targets destroyed,” Sweety said.

“Nothing to it,” Dragon added.

“They must have thought we were civilians,” Valkyrie said. “Those probes are what the O’s use to control them. The Systie said ‘you can’t resist them’, remember?”

“How long before they figure out something’s wrong?” Dragon asked ominously.

“We’re not important,” Merlin said. “I’d like it to stay that way!”

“Move out!” Snow Leopard snapped. “On me! Attack formation! We’ve got to “

The air exploded above us, an ear-splitting crack of lightning, a brilliant writhing phospho fireball, icy-green flames, the shock wave driving me to my knees.

“Biotic field, human range! Unidentified power source, laser guidance, recommend “

“Tacstars!” Snow Leopard shouted it out before Sweety could, and a tacstar exploded directly above us, right in the center of that glittering fireball, a white-hot core, golden tracers peppering us all. Dragon had fired almost instantly. The O’s had used this weapon on Mongera, and without the tacstar to diffuse the fireball, we would have had only instants to live.

“On me!” But another fireball erupted right over us, before I could even get to my feet. Hot green death, and I could only twitch, screaming inside my A-suit. My guts churneda tremendous pressure built up in my head. Blood burst from my nostrils. It was the O’s biobloc, and our bodies were about to self-destruct.

Another tacstar, a titanic bang, a holy nova of life, and my A-suit rang and smoked with hits. My faceplate flashed with critical warnings and Sweety was relaying vital information to me but I was receiving none of it. Dragon fired full auto tacstar, and the O’s little slice of home was about to change.

“Fire full auto tacstar!” One shouted to make himself heard. I scrambled to my feet, stunned, raising my E. Tacstars burst all around us and the sharp crack of canister fire interrupted the ripping and banging of the tacstars. The O’s trees fell, disintegrating, the lake boiling, vaporizing, the waterfall gone, the rocks blown to splinters. The airy buildings exploded, flashing white-hot, glittering with tracers. The shock waves rocked us. And through this flaming wilderness, a tall shimmering unearthly figure walked in a mag field of pale violet air, a dark looming skeletal creature, its features hidden by the force field. It was the O. He raised a dark spidery arm and he was holding something. He was right in my sights.

I fired auto canister, my E flashing and bucking. Another fireball blasted me off my feet. The answering tacstar almost deafened me.

“In here!” Scrapper crouched over a smoking crater in a field of burning earth. The tacstars had blown huge holes in the deck, revealing a hidden world below.

“Squad on Twelve!” Snow Leopard commanded. Dragon stood over the hole firing auto tacstar as we dove in. I had trouble moving my right leg. I got one last glimpse of the alien city, the tall column towers exploding outwards, the air filled with debris and flashing with tacstars.

Not important, are we? Maybe the O’s will notice us now!

We scrambled away, suddenly in darkness. My darksight activated. We were under the O’s city, running through cold wet cenite tunnels, bending over to avoid cables and pipes lining the roof. Another green flash burst behind us. Eight fired a tacstar in response and the blast almost deafened us all.

“Beta, One! Count!” We counted off, a rush of voiceswe were all there, crouched in a confusing maze of pipes and walkways running through coiled cenite tunnels lined with ice.

“Move! Move!” We ran blindly away from the hole. A screeching blast of flame suddenly filled the tunnel, shooting past us, enveloping me in fiercely burning blue-hot gas.

“NOVA WARNING! Exterior temperature rising! Now exceeding acceptable tolerances!” I outran it, then turned to fire auto canister into the hell raging behind me. Tara and Gildron were beside me, also firing. My heart raced. There were more flashes back there. Someone screamed.

“Get out! Get out!”

“Run!”

“Heads down!”

“It’s the O!” The firing was deafening. I continued, switching to auto xmax. Then I switched to flame, blasting it all, letting it all burn. I knew there were none of our people back there.

“Medic! Medic!” Someone called out. I looked around. Tara and Gildron and I were alone, a cenite ceiling close overhead, a cenite grate underfoot. We had somehow been separated from the others. The tacmap was useless. A deceptor burst. Another tacstar erupted somewhere behind us.

“Follow me!” I charged forward in a panic. An open hatch on the lefta black pit. I jumped in, feet first. I landed in water, knee-deep. Tara and Gildron hurtled in after me. It was a large water pipe, a sewer, full of dark sluggish liquidfilthy wet walls.

“One, Three, I’m ” I didn’t get to finish.

“Beta, One! Split up and get that ship!” Deceptor static drowned him out, then he came back again. ” the upper levels! Get out of here, and get to ” Gildron snarled, looking around, his E up and ready to fire.

“Look out!” someone screamed.

“Oh my God! Help! Help!” Scrapper shrieked, the tacnet roaring with static.

“Run! I’m coming!” Priestess responded. Priestess!

“Priestess!” I shouted. “Priestess! Where are you?” Someone screaming, a terrified, primal scream. Priestess!

“I’m dying ” I could barely hear itwas it Priestess?

“I’m coming!” someone shouted. “Priestess, I’m coming!” Who was it?

“Come on, Tara!” I sloshed through the liquid, my heart pounding. Where was Priestess? What the hell was happening? Tara was right behind me.

“Black Jade, Blue Gold! Hang on! We’re almost there!”

“Beta, One! Ignore all ” And then the deceptors overcome it all, a horrid screeching.

“Careful, Wester!” Our sewer roared, the water gathering strength. We slid down a slimy chute and found ourselves in another huge pipe, this time almost waist-deep in frothing oily liquid.

“Beta Four, Eight, Thirteen approaching!” Sweety suddenly announced. They were on us in fracs, splashing wildly, their armor burnt and smoking.

“Deadman! Thinker!”

“Who were the casualties?” I asked. “Where’s Priestess? Answer me!”

“I don’t know,” Dragon replied, “but it was bad. Scrapper was gonesomebody screamed, and Priestess ran right into that last burst to help. Right into the flames! Deto! I couldn’t do a thing!” Dragon sounded really shakenI had never seen him so stunned.

“Where are they? Where are they?”

“I don’t know!” Dragon insisted. “We were separated!”

“The tacmap is all chaff,” Merlin said. “Where the hell do we go?” The tunnel was lined with gaping hatchways, all leading to unknown worlds.

“One said split up,” Twister said. “Get to a higher level, and secure the ship.” Her teeth were chattering.

“But we can’t go up to the city againthe O’s will cook us!”

“But Priestess “

“Our psybloc is off the scale!” Tara warned us.

“Something’s coming!”

Gildron roared suddenly. An explosion rocked the underground. I was stunned. What next, what next!

“We’re through,” somebody said. I didn’t recognize the voice.

“I detect multiple Legion A-suits!” Sweety warned us. “Unknown unit, probably Blue Gold, repeat, unclear count, unknown Legion unit, as marked ” They had broken into our tunnel.

“Blackout,” I commanded. “Deceptors! Let’s get outta here!” I tossed a deceptor behind us and we sloshed through the water, Dragon leading with the Manlink. We were running from the Legion troopersI didn’t want to fight them. Our psybloc helmet units were still flashing so there was really no way we could hide, even on blackout.

“Wester! Wester!” Tara clawed at my armor wildly.

“Far enough! That’s iteverybody stop!” Dragon turned and the Manlink was at his shoulder, aiming right at my chest. I sloshed to a stop, trying to comprehend it.

“He’s the psychee!” Tara exclaimed. “It’s Dragon!”

“That’s right, troopers,” Dragon said. “It’s Dragon! Now don’t move! Nobody move, or you all die! I’m on auto xmax.” I could see right through Dragon’s faceplate into his cold, dead eyes, and I could see only a fanatic determination. It was truly terrifying. I knew Dragon was the best trooper in Betanot one of us could match him for sheer nerve, guts, skill, or raw bravery. The people who psyched him had chosen well.

“Drop the weaponsnow!” The Manlink’s laser sight flashed over my face. “Any resistance and you dieall of you!”

“Black Jade, Blue Gold! Warning, we’ve got at least one O in the underground complex!” The others dropped their E’s into the water. I let the SG slide off my shoulder, but my E was secured to my chestplate by an autorecovery mechanism.

“Your left hand, Thinker,” Dragon said. “Slowly. Hit the release. I warn you, your death will mean nothing to me.”

We were all unarmed now except Dragon and I. Even Gildron, snarling and bristling, had followed Tara’s lead and dropped his E into the water. I slowly reached down with my left hand to the release tab, located near the butt of the weapon. The flickering laser sight blinded me, filling my helmet. I knew death was very, very close and I was bathed in icy sweat but I knew I had to do something and it came to me in a flash. As my thumb touched the release tab I hooked one finger around the ring of a psybloc grenade. I had a pack of them strapped to my u-belt, ready for action, and they were just below water level. As my E slid into the water and I brought my left hand back up carefully, the ignition ring was around one finger and the grenade was live in the pack. I held my hand so Dragon could not see the ring.

“Blue Gold, this is Blue Jade,” Dragon said. “I’ve got five Black Jades here, under control, as marked “

“PSYBLOC GRENADE ACTIVATED!” Sweety urgently warned me, alerted by the hot grenade at my waist. The warning was simultaneous to everyone elseincluding Dragon. He had turned his weapon to cover Gildron once my E went down. Now it swung back to me, a slow motion horror arc and I threw myself at Eight in agonizing fractions of time, splashing frantically through the water, that damned right leg giving out againno! I could see his mouth, firmly set, and his eyes, glittering cold death. Then the grenade went off right at my waist, a shattering white flash and bang.

Chapter 11

A Fine Place to Die

I awoke in a firefight, laser snapping past my helmet, auto xmax bursting off the walls and the water boiling with shrapnel. Tara pulled a biotic charger away from an access port on my armor and shouted something but I could not hear it. Twister was against one wall, firing auto x. I came back to life quickly, my body shrieking objections.

“Cease fire, Black Jade! You’re firing on a friendly unit!”

“Wester, Merlin is hit bad!” Tara informed me. I turned. Merlin was propped against one wall, chest-deep in a spreading pool of blood, fused whitened armor revealing a chest hit. He was in shock, deathly pale. He opened his mouth weakly but could not speak. I screamed in horror and turned to face the Blue Gold troopers. Tara thrust an E into my hands.

“Let’s get out of here!” she urged me.

And something snapped inside me. It all just went red, and I stepped forward right into the line of fire, sloshing through the waist-deep water. I raised the E to my shoulder and fired, auto xmax. I was consumed, transformed, overcome with hatred and rage. I screamed, hysterical, running right at those Legion troopers, sloshing through the sewers like a wild man, burning out my E, finger holding the trigger down all the way, full auto x, blind rage. The world exploded ahead of me and I was taking hits, laser and x, banging and hissing into my armor, but I kept on going, totally insane, and I caught little glimpses behind me, Tara and Gildron and Twister following, E’s blazing auto x and laser. The air around us was a glittering highway of death, laser and x, and I was not going to stop until I was dead.

And then I was down in the water, exhausted. Deadsurely dead. I struggled to my feet, gasping. We were surrounded by shattered Legion A-suits, smoking, blistered Legion armor. Four of them. No insignia.

Twister staggered, sobbing. “Legion troopersthey’re Legion troopers! They’re just like us, and we killed them. We killed them!”

Tara made the sign of the Legion over the nearest glowing A-suit. “May the Gods protect your souls. We will pray for your journeyyou fought bravely! Deadman forgive us!”

One of them moved. An arm, twitching. I was on him like a wolf, pulling him up against one wall. “Who are you, you bastards? Answer me! Who are you?”

He was in shock, spitting blood. I snapped up his visor. A young, pale Outworlder trooper, blinking nervously.

“Am I going to die?” He coughed, spitting more up blood. We stood waist-deep in a widening pool of bloody water. I did not want to look at his injuries.

“Yes,” I answered. “We’re sorry. Please tell us who you are, and why you’re here.” My heart pounded raggedly.

“The ship,” he said dreamily. “The mission was the ship.”

“Yesthat was our mission! The ship! Why are you fighting us? We’re all with the Legion! Why!”

“Water,” the trooper choked. Tara brought a canteen up to his mouth. He took a swig, then continued. “We’re not with the Legion,” he said. “We’re with ConFree. Special Mission Strike Force. Our mission was to stop you from securing that ship.”

“ConFree! My God! Why? Why? It’s crazy! The Legion takes its orders from ConFree!”

The trooper coughed again, and spit up more blood. “ConFree wanted the System to secure that ship.”

“You must be insane!” I seized him by his shoulder and he shrieked in agony. “Why? Why? Why would ConFree want the System to secure an Omni starship? The System hates everything ConFree and the Legion stand for!”

The young trooper looked into my eyes and blinked away tears of pain. “I’m dying,” he said in disbelief. He looked around wildly, then turned back to me. “We’re fighting for the future. ConFree believes the Legion has become too powerful. To counter the System ConFree created the Legion. But the Legion has grown into a titanic, invincible monster, an instrument of blind aggression that ConFree can no longer effectively control. The System is doomed. Next, the Legion will turn on ConFree. That’s what they told us. The Legion is now an instrument that is directing itself. And our mission was to redress the imbalance of power in the galaxy. Strengthen ConFree by strengthening the System. Oh, I’m going, Deadman, we believed we believed ” And the life just slipped out of him. I saw it leaving his face, just like that. I slowly released my grasp on his shoulder and his body slumped back against the wall. I was overcome with horror.

“ConFree,” I muttered, in shock. “We’re fighting ConFree.”

“He was absolutely right about the Legion,” Tara said. “We are monsters. And they made us. Now they’re afraid. And they should be!” Tara made the sign of the Legion over the dead trooper’s face, tracing the cross in the air. “May you fight on in another world! Brave troopers, my God, what a waste! What an awful, criminal waste!”

“ConFree! Those dirty bastards!” I exclaimed, overcome with revulsion. “They send us out to die for them, fighting the O’s, fighting the System, and then they want to strengthen the System? Sending people to kill us? Deadman, I can’t believe it!”

“Believe it,” Twister said mournfully. “These troopers died for ConFree.”

“Merlin!” I suddenly remembered. We hastened back up the tunnel to our old position. He was still alive, against the wall, barely keeping his helmet above water, deathly pale. I gently took him into my arms.

“Thinker ” he said weakly, “I wanted to see that ship. More than anything take that ship, Thinker. Don’t let them get it!” And he gasped and died, right in my arms. My eyes filled with tears. Merlin, our holy, beloved tech. Merlin, who had risked everything for us on Mongera. Merlin was gone.

“Kill me,” Dragon said. I turned. Dragon was propped against the opposite wall, his arms secured behind him.

“He’s no longer in the autohypnotic trance,” Tara said. “But it could return at any time.”

“Kill me, Thinker,” Dragon repeated, his face twitching. “I betrayed our mission. I got Merlin killed. The bastards must have done me after I was wounded on Coldmark. I couldn’t do a thing, Thinker. I was totally psychedI remember it all now. All I wanted was to stop you all, and turn you over to Blue Gold. It must have been me that did that nova beacon, toobut I don’t remember that.”

“It’s all right, Dragon,” I said. “We’re all slaves. We’re all psyched, by somebody.” Yes, I thought, we’re all slaves. I was a slave of the Legionand my mission was that Omni ship. If it wasn’t there, after all this, I didn’t know exactly what I was going to do. But I did know that a lot of people were surely going to die. And I also knew that, just as ConFree had feared, I was no longer under their control.

“You are approaching the lower levels of one of the Omni column buildings,” Sweety informed me.

“Terrific! Can you give me a fix on that O?” We were wading knee-deep in a sluggish stream of black ooze, on darksight, groping through the sewers of the Mound. Cold cenite walls coated with freezing scum hemmed us in. And at least one O was tracking us down.

“Negative, Thinker, the deceptors are extremely heavy.” I popped another deceptor. Twister tossed a psybloc grenade behind us. It was ludicrouswe needed the psybloc to shield us from the O’s psypower, but the blasts were giving away our position. Gildron roared again, furious. I had concluded that he was a dead lossa lot of noise and not much action. Tara looked around us warily, poised to fire. Well, she was getting what she wanted, marching in the mudDeadman! We didn’t know what had happened to the rest of the squad, Snow Leopard and Priestess and Valkyrie and Scrapper. We were on blackout and dared not transmit.

“Omni one level down!” Sweety snapped. She flashed us a locationthere, moving fast, closing on us!

“On me!” We ran for our lives, splashing through the mess away from that glowing phospho dot on our tacmaps. I sloshed to a sudden stop under an open ceiling hatchcenite steps, leading up. An access ladder, for O’s.

“Up!” Tara and Gildron scrambled up into the hatch. Twister was next. I snapped a contac grenade off my u-belt.

“Movement! The Omni is on our level!” I set the grenade to 30 fracs and hurled it into the dark. I snatched another grenade and set it. Twister disappeared up the hatchway.

The world exploded, a blinding ball of fire booming down the tunnel, raw flames flashing past me, enveloping me, and suddenly I was burning like charcoal, a great roaring, my faceplate lit up with warning lights. I was dancing in flames as Sweety shrieked in my ears, maximum volume. “TOLERANCES EXCEEDED! YOUR ARMOR IS FUSING! THE LADDER, THINKERNOW!” I dropped the grenade and groped blindly for the hatchway. My fingers closed on the bottom rung of the ladder. I raced the flames up the ladder, exploding upwards in a volcanic blast of fire, climbing right up between Twister’s legs and not pausing for an instant. If we had not both been in armor, it would have been very embarrassing. We erupted out the top in flames, with Gildron snatching at our limbs. I collapsed, my armor glowing and spitting sparks.

“Deadman! That was the O!”

“Thinker, are you “

“Damn! If there’s a galactic record for ladder climbing, I just broke it!” A sharp explosion sounded below us.

“What happened?”

“That’s my contac grenade,” I said. “The O is after us; he knows those flames work on uslet’s move it!”

“WARNING! Your armor has been breached! I have three penetrations! Recommend “

“Fuse it, Sweety!” We were in a narrow filthy alley, a floor slick with grease between oily cenite walls. Gildron paused, straddling the hatchway, firing his E straight down the ladder, auto canister. A berserk shrieking. Another blast sounded below, my second grenade.

“O RISING!”

“Run!” We ran again in a blind panic. Smoke poured off my armor. How could we fight the starmass? We could not counter it! The O’s hadn’t used it on Andrion 3 or Mongera, and the techs had no defense.

“Wester!” It was Tara, a shriek of horror. I slid into her. Gildron and Twister had just run up against a wall of cenite bars blocking all further progress along our alley. Beyond the bars, a solid cenite wall. We could burn our way out, but it would take timeand we did not have any time left. I turned, frantic.

“The enemy has reached our level! The enemy is approaching! Mag levels rising!” Sweety had it spotted nowa phospho dot on my faceplate coming at us, coming right at us like a dragon from the stars, drawing in its unholy breath, ready to blast us to fiery cinders.

“We stand and fight,” I said. I don’t know why, but I was suddenly completely calm. A warm wave rushed over my flesh and I heard the music of the stars in the background. I raised my E and set it to canister. Gildron stood beside me, a massive presence, bristling, his E at his shoulder. Tara and Twister huddled against the walls, their E’s up and tracking.

“O approaching! Mags off the scale!” Our psybloc helmet units flashed wildly, the light glancing eerily off the filthy, oozing walls. A dirty place to die, I thought. But suddenly I was overwhelmed with a hot rush of emotion. No, I thought, it’s a fine place to die. A holy place to die, for justice, for mankind.

“Fire canister when it flames us, guys,” I said. “We die like soldiers! One, Three! We’re trapped and done for! It’s all up to you! Death!” I was just throwing it out for the record. The last thing I expected was that One would actually hear it. But he did.

“It’s them, Valkyrie,” Snow Leopard said clearly. “Get that O!”

“I’m on it, One!” Valkyrie responded. “Goodbye and God bless you!” I knew she was hurling herself blindly right at the O somewhere down that hopeless alley, a magnificent suicide for us all. I wondered briefly if any of us would survive. And then the alley erupted and a glittering blast of superhot burning gas hit us like the fist of a mighty god, and I fired, auto canister, right into Hell.

The relentless river of starmass faltered, briefly. I spotted a glimmer of flickering white light and hurled myself at it, frantic to escape the certain death that enveloped us. I fell in a tangle of A-suited bodies on a massive smoking hunk of cenite that dropped out from the wall. Twister had lasered a section of the alley wall and Gildron had kicked it out. We were out of the alley, wreathed in smoke and flames, our A-suits glowing white-hot. Gildron, Tara, Twisterall there.

“I can’t move!” Twister, on her back. Gildron fired canister back into the flaming hell from which we had just escaped. We were bathed in white light. I looked up. A ceiling of glassy vertical tubes dangling from above, swirling madly in the hot air rushing up from our position.

“Critical A-suit failures!” Sweety informed me. “Major hydraulics failure, total right leg movement lock, total darksight failure, weapons systems guidance disintegrating, tacmod failing, tacnet failing, numerous penetrations, surface resistance down by half, damage to forty-six percent of all systems, I cannot guarantee the continued functioning of your A-suit, Thinker!”

Tinklingthose glass tubes above us, tinkling, an eerie crystal sea up on the ceiling. Twister screamed. Tara pulled her away from that jagged, flaming hole.

“Don’t fail me, Sweety! Do what you can!”

“The enemy is approaching!”

“Oh scut!” The tacmap was a glowing, swirling messworthless. I snatched at a psybloc grenade and tossed it toward the hole as we retreated. Sweety was rightmy right leg was frozen. I could not move it. I crawled backwards like a crab, firing canister into the hole. I caught a glimpse of Gildron standing over Tara like a great metal god, firing auto canister. Tara was dragging a helpless Twister along the floor. I had no idea where we werethick smoke swirled all around us, and all I could see was that unearthly ceiling, writhing like an undersea forest.

“Leave me, guys,” Twister choked out. “I’m done for, but I can still fire. Leave me! Get the ship!”

“Screw the ship!” I snapped. “We’re staying! Tara ” I was against a wall. I backed into a little alcoveI’d be able to cover the others from there. And suddenly the floor spun and a door snapped shut, and I was risingrising! An elevator! I had backed into an elevator! I leaned against one wall, raising my E. One side of the elevator was transparentit shot upwards and the O’s glassy city was outside, burning brightly from our attack. My skin crawled, but nobody appeared to notice me. I was in one of those vertical tubes running up the outside of a column buildingon my way to the top! The elevator filled with smoke from my A-suit.

“Tara, it’s an elevator!” I exclaimed. “I’m going up! Take the elevator! Do you hear me, acknowledge!”

Silence. The door snapped open suddenly. An O stood there, right in the doorway.

For one horrifying frozen fraction of time I stared at it, and it stared at me. And in that fleeting instant its image was burnt onto my retina and my brain for all time, and wild fragments of thought darted through my mind. The O loomed over me like a living monolithno mags, only naked greenish-black flesh, slightly moist, long skeletal arms with joints in strange places, a huge concave chest, and the facesplit in two, a ridged skull with cold wet eyes. A wide mouth, opening in agonizing fractions of time, needle teeth, one spotted hand coming up slowly, spidery jointed fingersno mags!

I fired auto canister just as the blast of its psypower hit me. At that range, my psybloc was not effective, and I took it full on.

The O exploded, splattering me with its awful gore. I collapsed inside the elevator, twitching and screaming. The O’s psypower scrambled my brain. My E lay on the floor, smoking. The O squirmed outside in its death throes. The canister and x had workedthe creature was not in armor and did not have its mags up. Without the mag force field, it was doomed. I struggled to recover my wits. My muscles were all shaking. I picked up the E and crawled out of the elevator into that awful mess, right into the dying O. It raised one arm, and the skeletal fingers twitched. I pulled a psybloc grenade from the half-melted pack at my waist and tossed it blindly to one side. It exploded. I was going to run out of grenades soon.

“Enemy approaching! Recommend ” I crawled forward. My faceplate was blisteredI was almost blind. Darkness, aheadshelter, escape. I scrambled forward, sliding down a slight incline in the dark. A ceiling of black cenite pressed down on my A-suit. My helmet scraped against it. I was wedged between two great slabs of metal. I crawled, my armor screeching its objections. I rolled another psybloc grenade ahead of me. It exploded, crackling phospho hot, lighting it all up: the cenite ceiling, burnt black, mils from my armor.

“Hydraulics weakening! Total hydraulics failure expected soon!”

“Then we do it manually, Sweety!” I had tried it once, in training. It was damned near impossible, even when nobody was trying to kill you.

“Tacnet failing!”

“Give me some good news, Sweety!”

“Negative, Thinker. Except for the Ship.”

“What about the Ship?”

“We have reached the Ship, Three. You are under the Ship.”

The Ship! I reached up one armored hand and touched the gritty, blackened surfacethe Ship! That’s what it was! I had crawled under the Ship! Deadman save us!

“Tara, Thirteen, One, Three! I’m at the Ship! Tara, get on that elevator, it leads to the Ship, acknowledge!”

“Enemy presence! I’m releasing deceptors!” Sweety informed me. They cracked all around me, flashing, blinding me momentarily. My faceplate was scarred and blisteredthe polarization and darksight were both gone. Sweety had zeroed the O. I crawled away from it frantically. Even using all my strength, I could barely move the arms of my A-suit .

The world exploded in flame all around me, starmass running over my armor hissing and spitting, the kiss of death. I crawled blindly, terrified.

“Armor is fusing, Three!” Canister fire, auto x, crashing in my ears. And suddenly Gildron roared and Tara was shrieking commands. The fire flickered and died. I collapsed in a glowing A-suit, black smoke swirling all around me.

“Enemy presence! I detect “

“Tara! Gildron!” I shouted. “Get under the Ship! Crawl to me! Do it!” I was under an access hatch. The smoke had swirled away just for an instant and there it was, right above me, surely placed by the Gods. A great rectangular cenite hatch, firmly closed. But there was a little panel with a recessed slot. I could barely make it out. I pawed at it with my smoking cenite fingers without result.

“Get this open, Sweety!”

“We’re coming, Thinker!” Tara exclaimed. “There’s another O out there!” A wild burst of canister x, the flashes lighting up the underside of the ship. We had only instants to live.

“Laser the lock, Thinker!” Sweety urged me. “No time for techprobe!” I dragged my E up toward the lock jerkily, the arms of my A-suit almost beyond my control. I slammed the barrel into the slot, snapped the controls to laser, and fired. The hatch snapped open, leaving a gaping hole.

“Wester!” Tara crawled toward me like an armored lizard. Gildron was behind her, firing his E again, auto x. I didn’t want to know what happened to Twister. I looked upthe doorway was open! And the Ship was above. I forced myself to my knees, my head in the opening.

It was dark up thereI could see the gleam of oiled cenite. I clutched my E and set it to canister x. There were little recesses set in the cenitehandholds, footholds, a stairway to the stars for unwelcome guests. I reached out a hand and grasped the first hold. My chron read 0915 local, exact.

“One, Three,” I reported. “Cinta, Gildron, Three are entering the Ship. Repeat, we’re entering the Ship! Goodbye and God protect you!” And as I clambered up into the Ship, my blood was ice cold in my veins and I swore to Deadman that we would take the Ship for the Legion, or die.

“It’s an airlockand this door is not going to open until the other one closes!” We were facing a tall, firmly-closed cenite door, and Tara was stating the obvious. She sounded nervous, with good reason. The O’s were still probing under the Ship with their starmass, and flames were spitting up from the open hatch on the floor. Gildron roared, wild with rage.

“Techprobe, Thinker!” I was hauling it out of the toolpak even as Sweety spoke. If we couldn’t get this door open, we were cooked. Literally. I snapped the probe onto what looked like a locking mechanism and waited for it to do its thing.

“We killed one O,” Tara said, “but there was at least one other O out there.”

“We’re in the Ship!” I exclaimed. “How can we stop it? We’ll have to wreck the controls or the drive!”

“We’d be better off outside,” Tara said grimly.

“Take the probe,” I said. “I can’t control my suit any more. Gildron, get me out of this A-suit.”

“No, Wester!” Tara warned. “You can’t survive without the suit!” She was holding the techprobe against the lock.

“I can’t survive in itI can’t move!” Gildron wrenched off my helmet and it dropped to the floor. The chestplate went next. My life expectancy was dropping fast.

“Success!” Sweety reported. The floor hatch banged shut abruptly, and the inner airlock door snapped open. Tara gasped, dropping the techprobe and snatching at her E. Gildron raised his E to his shoulder, covering us. I was on the deck, squirming out of my A-suit.

A pale light glowed in the doorway. Gildron stepped out cautiously, a gigantic figure in a black A-suit, wielding his E like an axe. I got up from the floor and picked up my E. I snapped the tacmod out of the A-suit helmet and ripped the u-belt loose with the toolpak, the ratpak, the ampak and the medpak attached. I draped the u-belt around my neck and pulled out a psybloc grenade. I was wearing only the litesuit. It would give me a little protection, but not much. I followed Tara out the door.

Soft silvery light, from above. A perfectly circular corridor with strange black fixtures lining the walls. A shiny, mirrored ceiling. A padded, pale white walkway under our feet. Deserted except for us. But the psybloc units were still flashing atop Tara and Gildron’s helmets.

“There’s something wrong,” Tara said.

“Of course there is!” I snapped. “There’s something wrong with the Ship, the Mound, the O’sthe whole installation. There’s only a few O’s here, and the Ship doesn’t work! Otherwise they’d be gone!” I was almost crying in frustration. It was clear to me by now that we were facing only a small number of O’s, and that the O’s must be struggling with one big problema non-functional starship. It was surely taking all their attention, for they didn’t even have time to fight off all the humans that were swarming over their Mound. But I also knew that, for me, it probably didn’t even matter. I was out of my armor, helpless and hopeless, and my skin was crawling. One little touch of starmass and I’d vaporize into gas. It was highly unlikely that I was going to live to see if we secured the Ship or not.

That’s when the psybloc units went off. But they didn’t snap off naturallythey burst, spraying us with shrapnel. I took some of Tara’s unit in one cheek, my hand coming away bloody.

“That’s itall we need!” I said. We were trapped like rats.

“Canister, Gildron,” Tara ordered. “Let’s gowe have to find the bridge.”

“Psybloc grenades,” I suggested, raising one.

“Negative, Wester. We’re running lowI’ll give the word when they probe.”

“I’ll be ready!” I had one twitching finger in the ring of a grenade as we set off down the hall. My blood was ice and my heart was thumping. I could taste my death like acid, right on my tongue.

The lights flickered for just an instant and then the deck came up and smacked me right in the face. A universe of flashing stars exploded in my mind. I struggled to remain conscious, trying to lift my head. It felt as if my nose was broken. It was completely silent, but high gravs pulled at my body. Tara and Gildron were also down, struggling to get up off the floor. A psybloc grenade rolled around ahead of us, spitting white-hot tracers. I had accidentally pulled the pin, but that wasn’t the cause of our distress. High gravsI could barely move. The Ship had launchedwe were underway. Rising up through Uldo’s atmosphere, a rising star. And we were in it! A cold hand clutched at my heart. Suddenly I could see Beta, all of them, in a flash. Snow Leopard, just a voice, snapping off his last command, “Get that O!” Valkyrie, sacrificing herself for us. “Goodbye and God bless you,” she had said. And Twister, broken and crawling. “Leave me!” she had shouted. “Get the Ship!” Psycho, bloody and crippled, sitting behind an E, surrounded by grenades. “Don’t you worry about your rear.” Merlin, dying, his last words still ringing in my ears: “Take that Ship, Thinker. Don’t let them get it!” Dragon, begging me to kill him. Scrapper, lost in the flames. And Priestess, my holy Priestess, gone to find Scrapper, right into Hell, fate unknown. “We live together, forever,” she had said, as the main door of the Mound screeched open. They were all lost to me now, I knew.

Tara and Gildron and I were bound for the stars.

Chapter 12

The Ship

“It’s Snow Leopard!” Tara announced, almost in shock.

“What?” I was astounded. We faced a large circular hatch, fully sealed, blocking further access along the corridor. I was sweating blood, working on the lock with Gildron’s techprobe. Ship’s grav was on, but it was weak.

“One! One! It’s Cinta, do you read ” Gildron interrupted her, screaming wildly, waving his E around. He was no damned help at all. The hatch snapped open, spiraling outwards from a pinhole in an instant. The light dazzled my eyes and my E was on canister and my finger twitched on the trigger.

Snow Leopard stood right there bathed in sunlight, clad in a litesuit, completely unarmed. He raised one arm slowly, and it was a blessing. His face was serene and his pale pink eyes were calm. There was someone else with him. She stepped out from behind him. It was Priestess, also in a litesuit, glowing like a star, as radiant and lovely as an angel. Her lips moved, and she spoke my name.

“Thinker Thinker Thinker “

Gildron fired auto canister right into them and the doorway erupted. The shock waves blew me to one side. I screamed and raised a bloody arm. Two huge O’s staggered before us shrieking, armored and armed, shimmering behind violet mag force fields flickering all around them. One of the creatures fell to its knees abruptly. The other opened an awful mouth and raised a weapon and then my brain turned to mush and I winked out like a candle.

I fought to regain consciousness. I was certain I had been horribly wounded. My head was splitting, my skin burning as if scalded with acid. I gasped for oxygen but could not seem to get anymy lungs were on fire. I struggled to see, but it was all hazy. I tried to scream, but nothing happened. I wanted desperately to thrash around, to raise my arms, but it was beyond me. The pain overwhelmed me, triggering all my circuits into overload. Terror and hatred battled inside me.

Clouds. White, puffy clouds, floating past me in a pale green sky. What the hell? It was so sudden that I stopped struggling to watch it. Wondrous silvery clouds lined with sunlight drifted past me in that wonderful emerald sky. It was a miracle. Peace flooded my tortured body. I was home, I thought. Homehome at last. How many millennia, how many long, tortured mutations, how many false worlds, how much mental torture, how many more memory deaths must we endure, before the end? It’s foolishall the struggle, the tears of the orphaned young, the cries of our heart-mates, lost to us, forever and ever, in the abyss, in alternate universes. How can we continue? How can we live with these awful, wonderful memories?

My skin crawled. It was suddenly warm and my heart was full of love. I was in a grove of strange trees with bark like lizard skin and spiky leaves, forming a softly swaying roof over us as we walked dreamily in fields of phosphorescent white flowers. Icy water rushed in the distance. Then it was deliciously cool but I was warm with love.

And I wanted to cry. Because She was everything I had ever wanted. And She was lost to me forever, a million light years in the past, a billion lost stars between us. Why did it have to be this way? We must be strong, they said. Strong, or we all die. I fought for Her. I lived for Her. I would never see Her again. I could still feel Her grasp, Her claws digging into the scales of my forearm. Will this agony never end? I will die of loneliness, under strange stars, in an alien galaxy.

Terrified, I tried to crawl out of that awful vision, but I was totally helpless. Pale green light suddenly flooded my eyes. Blinking, I gasped my way to consciousness. Above me, a white ceiling blazed with the rays of a long-dead star. I lay on my back. Then I was off again, into the mists. Snow Leopard stood over me, concerned. Then he turned away, relieved.

“He’ll be fine,” Snow Leopard said. “He’s dead now. Three!” He reached out suddenly and grasped my shoulder. “Don’t forget the mission, Three! The mission! Alive or dead, it’s the mission!” His face was pale and strained and his hot pink eyes were almost spitting sparks.

Two more figures approached through the mist. Priestess and Valkyrie, side by side, hand in hand, silent in their A-suits. I was in my A-suit too, the armor all burnt and twisted, lying under Uldo’s stars on the death pyre. Merlin, Psycho, Dragon, Scrapper and Twister lay close beside me, their A-suits shot to pieces. My comrades were all around me, the dead and the living. Snow Leopard and Priestess and Valkyrie jointly held out the torch and the pyre burst into hot, green flames to send us on our way, and they chanted the death song.

“Immortals in blood

Brothers in arms

Soldiers of the Legion

Flying black standards

Beta Two Four

Delegates to the stars

All seasoned recruits

For Heaven’s wars

Now recon death’s cold road

Beta Three, Beta Four, Beta Five, Beta Eight,

Beta Twelve, Beta Thirteen

You’re three effectives short

Remember your brothers in arms.

Missing in action,

We join you soon!”

We advanced in recon formation through the mists, fully armed, all shot up, our A-suits smoking and burning, a spectral army bleeding from fatal wounds, some of us missing arms and legs, but that was not going to stop us. Nothing was going to stop us! We were marching for God, for Justice, for our people, and we were bound for Hell. Satan was going to die, along with all his minions.

Legion A-suits up ahead, shining like molten mercury.

Three soldiers, armed with E model 1’s. As we come closer, I recognized themit was Coolhand, Warhound and Ironman.

Our own lost squad, our own lost troopers.

I paused before Coolhand. It was him all right, just the way I remembered him, tall and handsome, his narrow, finely chiseled face breaking into an easy grin. My blood brother, killed on Mongera.

“Good to see you, Thinker!” he said. I fell into his arms. I couldn’t believe it, but I didn’t want it to go away.

“Warhound! Ironman! My God!” I pulled away from Coolhand and embraced the others. Warhound, his rugged face split with a big grin. Ironman, all youth and innocence, his long hair hanging over one eye. They were Gods, clad in sunlight. “Deadman! I love you guys! I never told you that!” The rest of the squad gathered around, ecstatic.

“All right, gang, we’ve got a mission!” Coolhand said. “Listen up. Snow Leopard has run into a delay, so I’m in charge. We’re going to take the Ship. This is how we’re doing it.” He opened a tacmap print and we gathered around. But blood spilled on the map, splattering all over it.

“Thinker do you mind?” My bloodit was mine.

“I’m sorry, Coolhand. Sorry.” I backed away. I was bleeding from the throat. “Can somebody stop the bleeding?”

“That’s a twelve,” Dragon said. “Priestess’s still on the other side. Just let it bleed, you’ll be all right.”

And they were gone in a flash. I was in the Tomb of the Kings on Andrion 2. It was dark but there were torches, spitting eerie flames from the walls. A boy stood in a field of broken bones. He was naked to the waist and his hair fell to his shoulders. Skin of gold and dark liquid eyes. Lord, what a perfect child. The Delegate from the Past moved, a shadow, behind him. The hood fell from her head and it was Moontouch, the Keeper of the Dead, my lost dream. She was a fallen angel with satin skin and long black silken hair. She blinked and I was hers, again and forever.

She raised a crown, a dark iron crown, over the boy’s head.

“In the name of the Book,” she said, “May the Dead bless you.” She set the crown gently over the head of that lovely boy. He stared straight ahead, bravely. I knew he would grow into a courageous warrior; I knew he would carve his name into history with his sword.

Movement, all around. It was the Dead, all the dead Kings and Queens of Southmark. Mouldy skeletons walking stiffly, still clad in ancient armor, clutching their weapons, black swords and rusty axes and broken spears and dusty shields. They clashed their weapons against their shields, a chilling rhythm, all together, deafening, in the Tomb of the Kings. An army of dead, an army of ghosts, banging out their war song. And they were chanting, above the clashing of the weapons.

“The King has risen!

The Golden March resumes!

Southmark, that was no more,

Will rise again!”

Moontouch reached out to me with one hand, looking right at me from a far, far distance.

“Your son will rule, Slayer. I will die if you do not rejoin me. I await you, weeping in the dark. Do not betray me, my only love!”

And she faded away into the dark. The light came backbright green light, blinding me. Pain crawled over my body until it was all burning, a fire on my skin. I tried to open my mouth. I was choking. I blinked and opened my eyes. That white ceiling again, aflame with greenish lights. I was lying on my back. Hurting, but alive. Sweat and blood, trickling over my skinI could feel it but I could not move. I was tremendously weak.

I wanted to move my head, to see. I was conscious now. Someone was beside me, close beside me to my left. I was naked, I realized, covered with bloody wounds, lying on a hard surface. My eyesI could move my eyes. I saw a slim female body, also naked, pale brown skin, cut and bruised and burnt, completely still. Tara! I would know her anywhere! It was Tara, lying close beside me on this cold slab, as if the two of us were dead. I struggled to control my limbs. My fingers were twitching. I concentrated on the right hand, and dug my fingers into my palm, as hard as I could. PressureI could feel it. This was not a dreamit was real! Tara and I were lying together, somewhere, under these evil lights. I strained to take charge of my body, but I could not. I was as weak as a newborn mumpup.

Movement. Something approached. It was an Omni. It loomed above us looking down, a gaunt, dark, skeletal figure. It carried no weapons and it was not in armor. There was no mag field. It was horribly there, horribly close. A bolt of terror shot through my body. It was such concentrated fear that I could do nothing but gasp. Tara and I lay on a slab about waist-high to the O. I tried to avoid looking at it but it paused by my side. I was aware of its awful split head and dead dry eyes, blinking at me.

I raised my right arm suddenly, easily, involuntarily.

The O grasped my arm with one awful wet hand and pressed something up against the flesh of my biceps with the other hand. Then it released me, leaving a bloody mark. My arm fell down to my side.

The O moved, slithering and scratching, to the other side of the slab. Tara raised one arm. Alive! She’s alive!

The creature pressed an instrument against her arm, then pulled it away. Tara’s arm fell. The O stood there, a massive presence. I could feel only helplessness and terror. Long, spotted fingers wrapped around Tara’s hair and the O yanked her to a sitting position. Tara whimpered. The creature looked into her face for one horrible instant, seemingly curious. Then he slammed her back onto the slab. Her body twitched. Now the O slithered around to my side. It snatched me by my hair and I was suddenly looking right into its awful face, alien eyes full of hatred, a black maw opening full of needle teeth, a snakelike hissing. I was struck with despair, shot through with terror. I was helpless in its mighty grip.

The O slammed me back to the slab and moved off, then turned calmly, watching us. My muscles trembled. I could move! I twitched my arms. I struggled to get up, freezing and terrified. Tara lay helpless beside me. I was suddenly overcome with revulsion for her. Faithless bitch! She got us into this! I straddled her, and seized her tender throat in my scarred hands. Terror showed in her eyes. I’ll strangle the bitch, I decided, I’ll throttle her to death.

I squeezed her throat with all my might. She convulsed, her arms suddenly scratching at me helplessly. I laughed at her hopeless struggles. I’ll kill her and then rape her, that’s what I’ll do. A perfect end for our hopeless relationship!

The O laughed. It was a croaking hiss, but I knew it was a laugh. It disappeared. I realized that a door had snapped close, and Tara and I were alone.

I released my grasp from her neck, horrified. She coughed and gasped, thrashing her arms around blindly. I embraced her, in shock.

“I’m sorry, Tarathe bastards made me do it! I couldn’t resist! I couldn’t!” We collapsed in tears, lying there side by side in each other’s arms on that hopeless slab, under those awful lights.

“Are you all right, Tara? Can you move?”

She could only nod her head, her lovely face streaked with tears. I pulled her tighter and we lay there, naked and freezing, terrified and helpless, seeking solace in ourselves.

“We’re dead,” she finally choked. “I can’t even begin to counter them. They’re too powerful.”

“I’m sorry, Tara.” I knew it was impossible to resist. We were doomed.

“I’m sorry, too, Wester. We tried.”

“We tried! We did that! We did our best.”

“Our very best!”

“No matter what happens, remember I love you. Even if they make me kill you.”

“Yes, WesterI love you too. Let’s close our eyes now, and imagine it’s many long years ago, and I’m Tara and you’re Wester, and we’re just a girl and a boy, together, in a warm night.”

And we did that, under those alien lights, side by side, holding hands like children. It almost worked. But then the door opened again.

Light, from the doorway. A tall figure against the light. It stepped forward. Gildron. It was Gildron, Tara’s man-ape, dressed in elektra violet, the Maiden’s litesuit, the material scorched and melted. Another vision, surely, from the O’s nasty bag of mind-tricks. I turned away and squeezed Tara tighter. It was an O, I knew, come to tear us to shreds.

Gildron paused before us. Now he leaned over us, one massive, hairy hand cupping Tara’s head, gently pulling her to a sitting position. Tara was paralyzed with terrorshe too thought it was the O. I watched in horror, totally helpless. Gildron’s eyes were full of tears. His face came up against Tara’s and he gathered her up in his arms, just like a baby, and lifted her off the slab.

“Gildron! It’s you!” Tara called out. Gildron threw his head back and moaned.

“Zin-da,” He said. “Zin-da.” He gently set her on her feet, and went down on one knee, embracing her. I hardly dared move. Tara was crying, running her hands hopelessly through Gildron’s hair. I slid off the slab slowly to an icy floor. I had no explanation, no idea at all what was happening.

Gildron got to his feet, a massive, powerful figure. Had I ever really looked at him before? I had always thought of him as an ape, but now he looked like a God. He put one great, hairy hand on Tara’s shoulder, and one on mine. And he led us toward the doorway. Right into the light.

We walked through icy air, green lights glittering all around us. And two gigantic O’s stood aside and let us pass. My heart was pounding. It was like a dream. My fingernails dug into my palms, and I could feel it just fine.

This was no dreamit was real! Gildron had just walked us past the O’s!

Chapter 13

Two Billion Ghosts

“Hold still. This is a deep cut,” Tara said. I held still. Tara pressed a fleshpad over a wound on my cheek. My body was slimy with medgel. I was covered with burns and cuts and bruises. I still didn’t feel much because Sweety had pumped me full of mags and biotics during the assault, but it was going to hurt a lot when the mags wore off. My right leg was already tingling; it had been badly scalded.

Tara was in better shape because she had not spent as much time in the starmass as I had. But she was also covered with little cuts and bruises. As our A-suits had slowly deteriorated in the superhot temperatures, the interiors had begun to heat up.

“It’s cold,” Tara said with a shiver, continuing to dab at my face. She was wearing Gildron’s huge elektra-violet tunic. It was so big, it was all she needed. I was still naked. We were sitting on a small ledge jutting out of the wall in a circular room. There was a round structure set in the middle of the room that looked like some kind of high-tech table, about shoulder-high, full of recessed slots and grooves, hiding unknown things. There were a couple of large vertical cushioned structures against the wall as well that might have been beds or chairs for the O’s.

Tara was exhausted and stunned, but still absolutely lovely, fragile and slender, as exquisite and ethereal as a princess from the clouds. Her auburn hair was stringy and sticky with sweat, but it made no difference.

She was the same girl I had known in my other life, before the Legion.

“The bleeding’s stopped,” she said wearily.

“Wonderful,” I replied without enthusiasm. Gildron had left the room, leaving us alone. We didn’t know where he was. The O’s had evidently let Gildron retain his medpak, and he had handed it to Tara before he left. We still had no idea what was happening. It was so strange and I was so tired that I did not even have the mental energy to wonder about it.

“We’re not on a star run, you know,” Tara said, huddled inside the tunic.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” I replied. I couldn’t feel any of the pressure that came with being in the hole.

“Ship’s grav is on, but we’re not in stardrive. I wonder why.”

I did not reply. It didn’t matter, I thought. We were in the power of the O’swe were dead. It was just a matter of time.

“If we’re not on stardrive,” Tara continued, “it means we can’t be too far from Uldo.”

“Were you born with this optimistic streak,” I asked, “or did you have to work at developing it?”

She sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Pale green lights and alien devices, watching over us.

“I don’t understand it,” she said. “About Gildron. What does it mean?”

“You’re the psycher. You tell me.”

“I have no idea, Wester. No idea at all.”

“They must like him,” I said. “Maybe they think he’s cute.”

“Another thing,” Tara said. “They’re not psyching us. I couldn’t even move when they were psyching us. Now there’s nothing.”

“Yes, it’s strange. Of theoretical interest, perhaps. Something to puzzle out between now and whenever that door opens and the O’s slither in to kill us.” It was freezing, and I didn’t think I’d ever be the same again. Then the door slid open and my adrenalin surged wildly.

It was Gildron, shirtless, carrying some of our gear. The door snapped shut behind him. I breathed again. He dumped the equipment on the floor before us. Fieldpaks, another medpak, ratpaks, a toolpak, one canteen, a cooler, and our own litesuits, scorched and torn. Tara reached out and touched him, overcome. He grinned at her like a big, friendly monkey. I grabbed at my litesuit pants, shivering.

“You’re all right, Gildron,” I said. “Next time bring us the E’s and a Persist.”

“Poo-sit,” Gildron said. “Dak-more.” He opened up a fieldpak and hauled out my tacmod. I was so stunned I couldn’t say a thing. He placed it gently into my hands, looking deep into my eyes. Then he turned back to Tara.

I struggled into my smelly, half-melted liteshirt and powered the tacmod on. The faintest spark of hope had just come alive inside me. Sweety, you lovely bitch, power up and give me the word. Just give me the word, tell me you’re mine once again. Together, we may just have half a chance, against the O’s.

“Hello, Thinker,” Sweety said. “I am fully functional, on disconnect. Awaiting your commands.” It was sweet music to me, the music of the angels.

“Low power, Sweety,” I said quietly. “Map the ship.”

“It’s done, Thinker. How would you like the output?” I closed my eyes. Salvation! I could hardly believe it.

Tara moaned. Gildron knelt before her, gently cupping her head in his massive hands. He looked into her face calmly, blinking his eyes. She was sweating and trembling, her own eyes shut tightly. Now what, I thoughtwhat the hell. She cried out, once, and her slim arms went up and she clawed helplessly, blindly, at the air. Then she screamed, a piercing shriek of horror that froze me in place for an instant.

I was at her side immediately. She had fainted, slumped in Gildron’s arms. Gildron was obviously distressed, pawing at her hair. I snatched up the canteen and wet her face as we lay her out on the ledge. I ripped the medpak open again and her eyelids blinked and she came back to us.

“Talk to me, Tara. What’s the sit?” She was holding her head in apparent agony, her eyes focused on Gildron.

“Answer me, Tara. Are you all right?” She just kept staring at Gildron, almost as if she was in shock.

“Legion to Tara, respond please,” I repeated. Tara stirred, forcing herself to sit up on the ledge, silent and stunned, pale and weak. Still staring at Gildron. He showed his teeth, and touched her on the cheek with his hairy fingers. She took the canteen from me and emptied it over her forehead. It dribbled all over her face. She dropped the canteen and massaged her face gently. Then she spoke.

“I’ve been such a fool, Wester.”

“Well, don’t keep me in suspense.”

“It’s Gildronhe’s not the same as us.”

“I already knew that, Tara.”

“It feels like my head is splitting wide open.”

“Would you like a mag?”

“I’d better not. Nobetter not.” She did not look good at all.

“Are you going to tell me about this?”

“Gildronwhat a fool I’ve been!”

“We’ve already established that, Tara. Could you give me a few more details, please?”

She slumped back against the wall and looked vaguely around the room. “It was pure knowledge,” she said. “It was communication, but not as we know it. It wasn’t psionics, or psyching. Not at all. It was a transfer of knowledge. Pure knowledge. So powerful I could barely grasp it. But he burnt it into my head. And it’s about the O’s, and about Gildron.”

“And Gildron did this?”

“Yesmy darling Gildron.” She smiled, a dazzling white smile, and ran a hand through his hair. He grinned back at her like a happy chimp.

“He never did this before?”

“No I thought he was retarded. He’s not. He’s far, far beyond us. He’s on an entirely different level. It’s not really thought, the way we know it. It’s something else. I’m not sure what. But it’s more powerful than thought. Whatever it is, he’s able to communicate with the O’s.”

“Deadman! Really?”

“Really. They told him something, and he told them something.”

“Well? What!”

“Hold me!” She was shivering, whether from cold or fear I did not know. I sat close beside her and pulled her to me.

Gildron squatted before us, still gazing into Tara’s eyes, panting happily.

“I can hardly believe it,” she said.

“Tell me.”

“He told the O’s we’re intelligent.”

“Huh?”

“They hadn’t known it. They thought we were vermin. Troublesome, sometimes dangerous pests. Their intelligencetheir awarenessis on a different level from ours. Different. A very advanced type of awareness. They thought we were just animals to be harvested, to be exploited. They had no idea we were sentient, intelligent beings, with emotions, and hopes and dreams and feelings. No idea at all. They thought we were bugs. They felt about us just as we feel about exosegs.”

I greeted this news with stunned silence.

“They recognized Gildron as intelligent,” she continued. “God, he told me so much! It’s all a jumble.”

“Un-jumble it. I want to hear this.”

“The O’s they’re from far, far away in spacetime. They are a hard race, with a long history. They’ve lost all their worlds, and need more. They need our worlds.”

“Well, we’ll just see about that.”

“No, you don’t understand. This changes everything! The O’s understand now, about humans. Gildron told them all about us. The O’s have nothing against us. They’ll happily live side-by-side with us on the same worlds, if we stop fighting them. They want only peace for themselves.

“Physical energy weaponswarfare itselfis difficult for them. It’s not really a physical world they live inthat’s the only reason humanity is still alive, because they have had to adopt our primitive methods to fight us.”

“They want only peace! Are you crazy? Can you hear yourself?”

“It’s true, Wester! I can feel it! It’s like a blessing. It’s a pledge, to us all. Peace, like a silent snowfall. Peace, a blessing from the sky, from the O’s. Peace for the Galaxy. Peace at last! And it’s all from Gildron! My God, he’s a hero, a God. Gildron, I love you!”

“They’ve psyched you! You’re babbling idiocy!”

“You can’t feel it, Wester! It’s true! They told Gildron, and he told me! They hadn’t understood usthey said they’re sorry.”

“Sorry? Sorry! What are you saying? We’ve lost two billion deadmaybe more! And now they’re sorry? Sorry? Scut! They can burn in hell!”

“Wester! It’s up to us to tell the others. Peace, Wester. Real peace, universal peace, the end of the war with the O’s!” She seized my shoulders, and her eyes were blazing.

“Get your hands off me! You must be insane! Two billion dead! They’ve been harvesting us like animals, for meat and blood. You want us just to forget about that? For peace? Sure, let’s dealjust like the Systies did on Andrion 3. Peace for us, death for our children! I’ve got two billion ghosts crying out for revenge. Peace? I’ll give these bastards peace! Gildron, I want our E’snow! Tara, look at thisSweety has mapped the ship!” I was trembling so violently with rage that I almost dropped the tacmod.

Tara pushed it aside. “Wester, don’t do this. I won’t let you do this! You’ve got to listen to me. We can end the war! You and me and Gildron.”

“I don’t want to end the war!”

“You can’t mean that!”

“I’ll end the war when the body count is two billion O’sall right? Until then, you just stay out of my way!” I tore away from her and ripped open our gear, strewing it out on the deck. I was so enraged, I did not even want to talk with her any more. A tangle of equipment, but it wasn’t enough. The toolpak, the medpak, the tacmod. They’d be useful. But we had no weapons.

“Gildron ” I began.

“Wester, please.” Tara’s slender fingers were on my shoulders again. She knelt beside me. “I know how you feel. I, more than anyone. I’ve dedicated my life to the Legionmy whole life. I’ve sacrificed everything for the Legion. But this is important. More important than anything that either of us has ever done before. It could mean peace for humanity, now. The end of the war. Think about it!”

“Look at thisSweety has mapped it all for us, the entire ship! We’ll need this.” The tacmap glowed on the tiny d-screen. The ship was shaped roughly like a massive, blunt triangle, tipped with a long, thin nose boom ending in a bulbous cone.

“Wester “

“Blackout, Tara. Gildron, listen up! I want the weaponsall of them! The E’s, the minis, the contac grenades, the timers, the psybloc grenadesthe ampak. All of it, do you hear? Can you get to it, Gildron? Can you bring it here, to us?”

“Reapons,” Gildron said. He stood up, a massive, frightening shirtless giant.

“No,” Tara said. “Gildron, no.” Gildron looked at her, and then squatted down again.

I turned to Tara and glared at her. She looked back, bravely. “No,” she repeated.

“No?” I said. “No? No, from Tara, for the Legion? There must be some mistake. No, she says. Who are you, anyway? I think they’ve taken your mind away. This isn’t Antara Tarantos-Hanna, and it isn’t Cintana Tamaling either. They both worked for the Legion. The Tara I knew wasn’t interested in peaceshe wanted Justice! She said she was on a mission from God, and all she wanted to do was to haul an E, marching in the mud, for God, for Justice. Well, I guess it was just words. I guess it was all crap. Because it’s decision time, kiddoright now! No more words! Are you with the Legion or not? Am I going to get another no? Say it! Say it, and I’ll believe it!”

“Wester “

“Shut down! Don’t you Wester me! I don’t want to hear it! There’s something you’ve forgottenwe’ve got a mission! Our mission is to take this ship, for the Legion!

“That’s the mission! That’s the only mission! And there was nothing in the mission orders about making peace with the O’s! Now are you with the Legion or not?”

“The O’s are offering a cease-fire, trooper! Standing ordersyou report it to your superior! Those are the regs, Beta ThreeLegion regs!”

“That’s right, trooper, and you’ve done your dutyyou’ve reported it to your superiorthat’s me! And I’ll report it to my superior just as soon as I regain contact with him. But until then, our orders stand! And the chain of command runs from me to you to Gildron, here. Now let’s just see what you really stand for, shall we? There’s no ifs, ands or buts, Tara. You’re with the Legion, or with the O’s. Which is it?”

“You know the answer, Wester.” Her face was frozen, drained of color.

“No, I don’tyou talk a lot about the Legion, but the Legion needs you, right now, and you said ‘no’. That’s what you said’no’. No, for the Legion! Now let’s hear it again!”

“Don’t do this, Wester.”

“Yes or no! No more crap!”

“You’ve got no right to ask, Wester. Nobody has the right to ask that of me. I’m with the Legionyou know it.” She shudderedI was not sure why.

“Well, I am the Legion, Tara. I’m your One. And I’m giving you a direct order. Tell that superior being over there to bring us our weaponsnow!”

“The O’s trust us, Wester.”

“Good!”

“How can you do this, Wester?”

“I can do it because the O’s were right the first timewe’re not intelligent! We’re troublesome, dangerous pests! And it was stupid of them to try and communicate with usjust as stupid as it would be for us to try and communicate with them! And we’re going to show them just how wrong they are, Tarayou and me and Gildron.”

Tara moaned. It was tearing her apart. She was a psycher, of course. She could have forced me to obey hereasily. Except for one big problemshe was a slave of the Legion, just like me. We were both cursed.

“This will never work, Wester.” Tara and Gildron stood beside me. I had spread our gear over the O’s extra-high table. We were working the tacmap on the Persist, fascinated by the details Sweety was revealing to us about the alien starship.

“Maybe it won’t, Tara. But we’re going to try. We’ve got to try!”

“History will condemn us, Wester! This is our only chance for peace with the O’s. We won’t get a second chance!”

“I don’t care about history, Tara. Look at this! O Number Four!” Sweety had the whole ship for usevery single room, every single energy source, every single O.

“It’s hard to believe there’s only four of them, in the whole ship.”

“No, it makes sensethere’s something wrong with the ship. That’s why it didn’t launch with the others, that’s why we’re still not in stardrive. And that’s why the Mound was nearly empty of O’s. They probably left only enough O’s to repair the ship, and we killed some of them in our attack.”

“Four of them.”

“It sure looks that way. Two on the bridgethat’s got to be the bridge. And two on the stardrive. Probably banging away desperately with hammers.”

“That’s certainly the drive.” A tremendous energy source glowing with antimats occupied a massive chamber midships. Enough energy to power a star, surely. But there was something else, way up in the tip of the boom, glittering so brilliantly we couldn’t make out any details on the tacmap display. We didn’t have time to puzzle it out, but I knew it was exactly what the Legion wanted.

“And there’s our weapons! Just waiting for us, right up that corridor.” We could see them on the tacmap, our discarded A-suits, three E’s, three ampaks of grenades and contac and timers, inside a little room full of indescribable alien equipment.

“It won’t work, Wester. There are four of them. And they’re not stupid. The instant there’s trouble, they psych us and that’s the end of us. Even one of them can do it. There’s no counter to the psyching. It’s suicide! What’s the point?”

“My psybloc unit is still functional. My helmet was off when the O’s blew out your psyblocs, and the unit was off. It should be still good. I’ll detach it from the helmetwe’ll have psybloc. It’ll work!”

“They exploded the other two unitsthey know how to counter the psybloc now! What makes you think they’re not going to do the same with your unit?”

“They’re only going to have a few fracs. And if the bloc goes, we’ve still got psybloc grenades.”

“Only a few. Not enough. Two O’s at one end of the ship, two at the other. It won’t work.”

“They’re going to get together some time, aren’t they? For a staff meeting, for lunch, something.”

“They’re psychers. Maybe they don’t have to get together for a staff meeting. Maybe they only eat once a yearwe don’t know!”

“We’ll watch them. There’ll be a pattern, sooner or later.”

“If it ever comes out that they offered mankind a permanent peace and we attacked them, we’ll be cursed by all humanity. We’ll be reviled as insane, genocidal traitors.”

“Funnythat’s what we say about the Systies for trying to make peace with the O’s, isn’t it? Can’t win, it seems, no matter what you do.”

“We may cause the extermination of our species. Don’t you understand that?” Tara was pale and furious.

“A diversion. We’re going to need a diversion, no matter what we decide. Something to keep them busy while we attack.”

“Westerthey’re offering to end the war! Don’t you know what it means? Are you really willing to take on a responsibility like this? Are you really sure the Legion would approve?”

“Maybe we could have you make an impassioned speech, about galactic peace or something. Then, while they’re laughing, Gildron and I can attack.”

“It’s not funny, Wester. What’s that?” Sweety had spotted something, a life form glowing on the screen, a phospho dot.

“Identification, Sweety.”

“Human, Thinker. Alive.” It was in the heart of the ship past a honeycombed maze of intersecting corridors and rooms under rooms. Human. Alive. Not moving.

“That’s strange,” Tara said.

“Is it Legion, Sweety?” I asked.

“Negative, Three. Non-Legion.”

“Damn,” I said. “We don’t need this.”

“Human,” Tara said. “We’ll have to find himor her.”

“It’s going to have to wait,” I said. “We’ve got more important things to do.”

“What could be more important than rescuing a human from the O’s?” Tara asked quietly.

“Killing O’s,” I replied.

“Brave talk,” Tara said, “but pointless. Do you really think we have any chance at all? Do you remember when that O came into the room and fooled around with our arms?”

“I remember it.”

“What do you think it was doing?”

“I don’t know. Do you?”

“Nobut we’d better think about it! It could have been anything. He could have injected something into us, for all we know. They might not even have to psych us. It could be autohypnotic. Lift a finger against the O’s, and we die. Maybe that’s why they don’t seem to be concerned about us any more.”

I turned away from the tacmod, and looked at Tara. “You could be right,” I said. “Give me that medpak.”

I pressed the medprobe against the scarred and burnt flesh of my right arm and triggered it.

“Medprobe,” I said. “Internal analysis. Report anything unusual.”

“I detect numerous penetrations of hostile microorganisms which entered from the external wounds,” the medprobe reported quietly. “All but one are under successful attack by natural and artificial leucocytes. One penetration resists the defenses.”

“Describe the intruder.”

“Microscopic artificial device, self-powered, moving freely through the circulatory system, currently located in the femoral artery.”

“Damn! We don’t need this! Details!”

“All leucocyte attacks have failed. The device is impervious to your bodily defenses. The device is not discharging any substances into the bloodstream.”

“What is the purpose of the device? What does it do?”

“There is insufficient data to respond to the question.”

“Damn!” I could feel it, a white-hot rage, crawling over my skin. This wasn’t going to stop me, I decided.

Nothing was going to stop me.

“You see, we know nothing,” Tara said calmly. “I don’t really think it’s autohypnotic, but who knows? We know nothing about the O’s science. We will not know what it is until it activatesand by then it’ll be too late.”

“Just what do you suggest?” I slammed the probe back into the medpak.

“You’re proposing suicide, Wester,” Tara said grimly. “And it’s not necessary. You haven’t heard the message, so you don’t understand. The O’s told methrough Gildronthat they understand about us, now. They have classified us as intelligent. And intelligent life does not resolve potential contradictions with violence, but with the application of intelligent solutions. They are now willing to live together with us peacefully, side by side. The war is over, Wester. Over! Can’t you grasp it? And Gildron did itwe did it! Peace! The end of the war! Our mission has changed, Wester. We’re ambassadors from the human race, and we’ve got to make the O’s understand that they have to deliver us back to Uldo, so we can carry their message back to our people.”

“It’s our worlds they’re proposing to live on. And I’ve already told you, they’ve classified us incorrectly. We’re not intelligent! Now listen up. We’re going for a little walk. But before we set out, I want you to fam yourself with this tacmap, here.” I slid the tacmod across the tabletop to Tara. “I want both of us to have the interior of this ship in our heads. If we do make it to the point when we can start our attack, there’s not going to be any time to consult the tacmap.”

“And what about those alien devices that are cruising our bloodstreams?”

“There’s nothing we can do about them.”

“You’re just going to ignore them?”

“Do you have a better idea?”

“Yesgive up your plan to attack the O’s.”

“Thanks. I’ll think about it. Now memorize the tacmap. And take off that ridiculous shirt and get into your litesuit.”

Chapter 14

Cross of the Legion

The door opened and we ventured out into the corridor.

It was just a little reconan experiment, to look over the ship and see what limits the O’s had placed on our movements, prior to settling on an ops plan. We were totally unarmed, and the truth is I was terrified, but I didn’t want Tara to know it. For all we knew, the O’s might decide to exterminate us the instant we stepped out of our room. I had the tacmod strapped to my waist, and the toolpak over one shoulder. Tara was back in her litesuit, and she had the medpak. Gildron had his shirt back on again. He paused outside the doorway, sniffing the air.

“Zip,” he said. “O zip.” We were in a perfectly circular corridor, standing on a narrow strip of softly yielding material, a walkway for the O’s. Pale green lights shone down from the top of the corridor, and strange black devices lined the walls.

“This is the corridor that leads straight to the bridge,” I said. “It’s right up ahead there, on this level. And our weapons are stashed in the third room on the left.”

“And the human?”

“Up ahead, down two levels, right at the intersection, third room.”

“All right. I’ve got it.”

“Let’s gowe need to look at the doors, and those elevator things.”

We moved forward. I could see from the tacmap that the two O’s were still on the bridge. We passed the first room on the left. A sealed door, a control panel to one side. Our own door had opened and closed at a touch of the panel; the O’s were making no obvious moves to isolate us.

The second room. Then the third. Both the same, a closed door, a control panel.

“Don’t even pause,” I ordered. “Just walk past it. Gildron, did you get our gear out of that room? The tacmod, the toolpak, did you get it from that room?”

Gildron stopped, and pointed to the room. “Dak-more,” he said. “Doolbak, loom. Loom!”

“Don’t stop,” I snapped. “Go! Keep walking! Can you open that door, Gildron?”

“Ofen!” He stepped towards the door, intent on the task.

“No! No! Walk! Gildron, follow us!”

Confused, he stood there an instant, then followed, a puzzled, almost comical look on his face.

“You’re confusing him,” Tara chided me.

“SorryI thought he was smarter than us.”

“He islook!” It was a little alcove in the corridor. We’d seen this before, in the Mound.

“That’s an elevator,” I said. “And it leads down to our human.”

“Let’s go,” Tara urged me.

“No,” I said. “it can wait. We go to the bridge. I want to see how far we can get.”

We made it all the way. The door to the bridge snapped open as we approached it. Gildron stepped in gingerly and Tara and I followed and then stopped in the doorway, stunned by the scene. The bridge swirled with activitythere was so much movement and color that I had trouble sorting it all out. Lights floated in the air, glittering like stars. Strange weightless objects darted around like miniature birds. The walls and ceilings flickered with soft light from strangely shaped devices. And the bridge was full of Omnisthere must have been six or seven of them, strapped into tall vertical body chairs, standing in place silently, pacing slowly and lazily in front of banks of alien instruments.

“What the hell, over,” I squeaked, too frightened to move.

“They’re not real,” Tara whispered back. I reached down to my tacmod, not daring to take my eyes off the O’s, and raised it up to where I could see it.

“Sweetyreport.” It was all I could manage.

“I detect two O’s, Three,” Sweety said calmly, “as marked. The others are holosartificial energy images.”

“Thank you,” I replied, carefully lowering the tacmod back to my waist.

“Do you see the forward viewport?” Tara asked. “Lookwe’re in regular vac!”

I could see it nowa wide plex viewport in a wall of glowing readouts. A cold slit of vac, spangled with stars. It was truly beautiful. Tara was rightwe were still in the vac. The O’s had evidently not yet initiated stardrive.

One of the O’s detached itself from a tall bodychair and approached us. This was a real onemy adrenalin gave me a jolt.

Gildron stepped out in front of us, confronting the O. The O surveyed him calmly, then turned away. The other O’s ignored us. It was horrible seeing them so close. I noted they were not in armor, and their mag shields were down. They were completely off guard, on the bridge of their own ship.

Gildron snarled at us, then spoke. “Ko,” he said, and began herding us off the bridge. We retreated back through the door and it snapped shut behind us as we left.

“O o-tah ko,” Gildron explained, once we were safely back in the corridor.

“No dogs allowed on the bridge,” I commented.

“Did you see all those O’s? Did you see those artificial stars hovering over the instruments?” Tara was breathless.

“There’s only two of them that are real. They’re unarmored and unarmed. And we walked right in. If we had been armed, we could have killed them both.”

“Don’t be too sure,” Tara said. “They could have flattened us in an instant with their psypower. And don’t forget those little nasties inside us. If they’re not worried about us, there’s a damned good reason.”

“Still, I feel a lot better about this. There’s no effort to restrict our movementsexcept they don’t want retards on the bridge. Probably afraid we’ll press the wrong button and depressurize the ship or something.” I paused, awash in ideas.

“Forget it,” Tara continued. “We’ve only got two partially functional A-suits, and by the time we suited up, they’d be on us.”

“You may be right. Let’s see if we can find that human.”

But by the time we neared the suspect room, Tara and I were engaged in a violent argument about the correct course of action.

“I’m sorry, Wester,” she said. “You’re wrong. You’re totally wrong! And I’m not going to let you do this!”

“Just blackout, will you, Tara. We’ve already discussed thisthere’s nothing left to discuss!”

“Yes, there is! The future of our species! The future of the galaxy! That’s what’s at stake hereand we’ve got to get it right! There’s no room for errors!”

“There’ll be no errors! We’re going to seize the ship, and kill the O’s. That’s the mission.”

“No! No, Wester. The mission has just changed.”

I spun around to face her. We had taken an elevator down, and now we were in another circular corridor and the unidentified human was up ahead somewhere. Tara’s lovely face was grim and determined. Gildron hung over her, a massive bodyguard.

“No?” I shouted. “Don’t tell me no, trooper! Not again! We’ve been through this! You’ll shut down and follow my orders, that’s all! And my orders are not subject to debate!”

“I’m pulling rank, Beta Three. You are no longer in command.” Her exotic Assidic eyes were icy cold and glinting with resolve.

“Don’t give me that crap, Tara! You’re an auxiliary, attached to my squad. You’re subordinate to everyone except Gildron!”

“Wrong, trooper. I am a Senior Captain in the Legion’s Galactic Information ServiceStarcom Information Command, to be exact. I am here on an official mission, and I outrank everyone in your squad. Including you!”

“You’re lying!”

“It’s the truth, Wester. On the cross!”

“It doesn’t matter! You were attached to our squad! Your rank doesn’t matter, as long as the mission continues!”

“The mission is over, Threeover!”

“Says who? You? Screw that!”

“Yes, me! My orders were to accompany your squad, and assist, if possible, in the completion of the mission.”

“Good! Then shut down and follow orders!”

“And if any unusual situation was to arise which required Starcom’s input, I was to provide such input, taking command if necessary by revealing my rank and Starcom affiliation.”

“You’re making this up, aren’t you?”

“I am the Legion, Wester. I’m nothing else. I am the Cross of the Legion. I live and die for the Legion. And I know you do, too.”

“The O’s have psyched you!”

“My immediate superior is an officer in Outvac Sector CommandStarcom. I’m a Starcom officer, Wester. A Captain in Galactic Information. And I’m taking command, right now.”

“Why now? Why not before? We argued about this before! You didn’t say anything about Starcom then!”

“I wasn’t really sure then. I thought maybe you were right. But I’m sure nowI’m sure!”

“You’re just as wrong now as you were then!”

“Trooper, I am formally taking command of this element, as authorized by Outvac Sector Command. Do you dispute this?”

“You absolute bitch!”

I knew she was telling the truth. She was a psycher, she didn’t have to lie to me. If she wanted to do something illegal, she could have simply psyched me.

“Do you dispute it?”

“No, damn you! I believe you! Only an officer could be so totally confused about reality.”

“There’s no confusionnot any more! Once I saw that bridge and their attitude toward us, I knew. We’re not enemies any more. We’re going to communicate with them, Wester!”

“The Systies tried thatand failed!”

“The Systies didn’t have Gildron! Gildron is going to communicate with the O’s for us. He’s the go-between. There’s nothing to lose, Wester! There’s no harm in trying, and it would be criminal not to try!”

“It’s impossible. Humans can’t live with exosegs, and O’s can’t live with humans.”

“You’re wrong, Wester! And I’m so glad you’re wrong! We’re going to overcome generations of hatred, today!”

“Our ancestors would curse us!”

“Our descendants will bless us!”

“Our descendants will die in slavery! Assuming we have any!”

“This is the door, isn’t it?” Just another closed door in a deserted corridor.

“Yes, that’s it.” Sweety still showed a human inside. I reached out for the door and it snapped open.

The stink of stale feces and urine and sweat hung in still air. A floor littered with empty ratpaks. Dirty blankets strewn about. And one boy, a pre-schooler, squatting against the wall. He was clutching a ratty blanket and a dirty shoe. Nobody elseonly the one boy.

We approached him cautiously, and his big dark eyes watched us without emotion. He was just a little boy, naked under the blanket. Pale Outworlder face, clear features smudged with dirt, a cute little pixie haircut. Somebody had loved this little boy and taken good care of him, I could tell.

“Hello,” Tara said shakily, “What’s your name, little boy?”

He just looked at her for a few fracs, pondering what it all meant. Then he responded.

“Willard,” he said, “We’re Willard Tor-Sanna, Fifteen Rivergate Place Massan.” He was totally serious. Something evil had happened here, I knew. He had a thin golden chain around his neck with a little metal tag. I took a look at itan ID tag with his name and a series of numbers.

“Systie ID,” Tara explained. “Willard, our name is Cinta. We’re here to help it. Were there other children here?”

“It can’t help,” he replied quietly. “They’ll kill it, too.”

“How many other children were with it, Willard?”

“We don’t know.” A whisper. We could barely hear him.

“Were there a lot?”

“Yes.”

“What happened to them?” The boy did not answer. I spotted something on the deck by his legsa gleam of gold. A little pile of thin golden chains, all snapped in two. He had been saving them. I picked them up, a handful of glittering chains and flimsy ID tagsfifteen or twenty of them. Tara gazed at them silently. I dropped them to the deck. Gildron watched, silently. The boy didn’t even look at him.

“Who were they, Willard?” Tara asked.

“Blue Bear Playschool,” he explained sadly. He shuddered, and clutched the shoe tighter to his chest. It was a walking shoe, pink and white, splattered with dirt. It was much too large to be his.

“Whose shoe is that, Willard?” I asked. Tara’s hand went to my shoulder, but it was too late.

“Our mommy’s shoe,” Willard replied. “We found it.” His eyes were wet and suddenly the tears streamed down his dirty cheeks.

“Well, don’t you worry, Willard,” I said. “Because we’re going to make friends with the creatures that did this.”

“You bastard!” Tara gasped.

“And after we make friends with them, they’ll promise not to kill any more people.”

“Shut down, Wester!”

“Oh, and about your mommythey said they’re sorry. Isn’t that nice?”

“Stop it, Wester. Please.” I stopped. The boy cried silently, still hugging the shoe. And Tara’s face was pale and twitching. I knew that lookwhite-hot fury, consuming her totally.

“All right,” she said. “All right, Wester. May God damn you to Hell. You’ve won. We kill themall of them! We’re killing the future, but I don’t care! We kill them or die!” She reached out and embraced the boy, and she couldn’t say any more.

“Good,” I sighed. “That’s good.” Gildron growled contentedlyhe’d do whatever Tara said.

“It’s not going to happen,” I announced, glaring at the tacmod. “They’re not going to get together.” We were back in the room Gildron had taken us to, and it was decision time. The two O’s were still on the bridge and the other two were still working on the stardrive.

“Is it going to kill the V?” Willard asked. He still clutched the shoe, dressed in short pants and a sleeveless shirt. We had found a sad little pile of children’s clothing next door to his room.

“That’s right, kid,” I replied.

“Can we help?”

“No, honey,” Tara responded. “You’re going to stay right here.”

“Will it come back?”

“Good question,” I said. “Tara, it’s going to be the second plan. You and I to the bridge, and Gildron to the stardrive. Are you sure he can do it?”

“Gildron, come here.” Gildron towered over Tara. She pulled gently at his arms, and he squatted down to face her. She took his massive head in her hands and gently kissed him on the forehead. He moaned. “Gildron,” she said, “You must kill those two V. The V in the hot room. You must shoot them with the E. Auto canister x, Gildron. If the door doesn’t open, use the contac. Press it against the door, activate, stand back under cover, and after the explosion, switch on the E, toss in two psybloc grenades, go in firing, kill two V. Two of them! Do it quickly, Gildron! Can we depend on you?”

“Keer V,” Gildron said. “Hot loom, gordoc, pless, broom! Zybloc, keer do V. Keer V!”

“Auto canister x, Gildron!”

“Arider gariderex! Keer V!”

“Yes, Gildron, that’s right,” Tara said sadly. “He’ll do it, Wester. He’ll do it if it can be done. We can depend on Gildron.”

“Don’t touch that!” I said. The kid had been about to pick up a brick of contac. He pulled his fingers away as if scorched. We had visited the room where they had stored our weapons and done a quick recon. The door opened when we touched the panel, and it was all thereall our weapons. We took all the contac and timers, but left the E’s. We did not want to tempt fate, and it looked as if the weapons would be there when we needed them. But I needed the contac first. There had been no reaction from the O’s. I had gambled that they might not recognize the contac as weaponry. They appeared to be ignoring uswe were simply not important. We were no longer a factor in their planning. We were under control.

Well, we’d see about that.

“Say it again, Tara,” I said.

“Out the door, up the corridor to the weapons room,” she recited, “techprobe if it doesn’t open, but it should open. Pick up the E’s and grenades. You detach the psybloc unit from your helmet. Gildron to the stardrive, you and I to the bridge. Up the corridor, approach the bridge, you activate the psybloc, I set off the timers, all hell breaks loose, all weapons on, in the door, contac if it doesn’t open, auto canister x until there’s no movement. And that’s it.”

“Nothing to it,” I added.

“Nothing to it,” Tara repeated.

“Nartsing doit,” Gildron said.

Tara turned to Willard. He blinked his big brown eyes at her, his face completely serious. He was a dolla living doll.

“Willard, if we don’t come back, there’s something you must do.”

“We want it to come back.”

“I know, honey. We’re going to try and come back. But if we don’tif the V come back firstit has to take this.” Tara pressed something into the boy’s hand.

“When the door opens, have this in your hand. If it’s the V, pop this into your mouth and swallow it. Fast.”

“Is it medicine?”

“Yes, Willard. But do not take it unless the V come in this door. That’s very, very important. Can it remember that?”

“Yes.”

“What is that stuff?” I asked Tara.

“Cyro,” she said quietly.

“Good idea,” I replied. Cyro was a life-saver for catastrophic injuries, but a full dose would kill you quickly if there was nothing wrong with you. And that was vastly preferable to living in the power of the O’s.

“Damn it! It’s stuck!” I was sweating buckets, my heart was hammering and I could taste the adrenalin. We were in the weapons room and I was struggling to remove the psybloc unit from the blackened, pitted helmet of my A-suit. I had not thought it would be a problem. The links were all open but it wouldn’t move. And if the O’s were paying any attention, it would not take them long to determine that we were up to no good.

“It’s probably fused!” I was frantic. We were dead without the psyblocthe whole op would fail. Tara had an armful of weapons. She tossed an ampak of grenades to Gildron, then turned to me.

“Gildron! Let Gildron try!” She urged me. Gildron lunged at the helmet and wrapped one massive finger around the release handle. He pulled, and showed his teeth, growling way back in his throat. For an instant nothing happened. Then it gave with a sharp crack. Gildron smiled, and handed me the device.

“Deadman. Thanks, Gildron! Let’s go!” I ordered. Tara slammed an E into my arms, and dropped an ampak over my shoulder. Her skin was icy pale. I was all setE, tacmod, psybloc, ampak, contac, psybloc grenades, contac grenades, hot knife, cold knife, medpak, what else, what else? I raised the E. She was scarred and burnt, an evil black bitch from the bowels of Hell. I could feel her obscene power rushing through me. I loved her with all my heart, and I knew she was all mine and I was all hers.

“Move it, soldier!” Tara was getting impatient. We burst into the corridor. All quiet. It looked as if all was well in the O ship. But all was not well at all. The lab animals were out of their cages, and hungry for blood.

“Death!” We struck fists, all three of us. We were launched, and there was no turning back.

“Gildrongo to the stardrive and kill the V!” Tara commanded him, and he snarled and took off, heading down the corridor toward the stardrive, a giant, hauling an E and an ampak of contac and psybloc grenades. We had walked Gildron all the way earlier, right up to the stardrive door. He knew exactly where he was going. I didn’t know what was going to happen but I knew sure as hell I didn’t want to be anywhere near that stardrive when Gildron kicked in the door.

Tara and I hurried along the circular corridor toward the bridge. I could see Gildron on the tacmod heading straight for the stardrive.

“Psybloc ready?” Tara asked.

“Ready. Timers ready?”

“Ready!” Closer and closer, the door to the bridge right up ahead, and all was quiet. Icy sweat beaded my temples.

Closer! A perfectly circular door. All we had to do was approach it, and it should snap open. And throw ourselves into the future, whatever it was to be, victory or defeat, life or death.

“All right,” I said. “Timers! I’m switching on the psybloc!”

“Timers!” Tara activated the detonator. We had walked the ship unhindered with contac and timers and set the explosives in the corridors, up against the walls of everything that looked even vaguely important.

“Psybloc on! Activate weapons!” The psybloc flashed and crackled at my waist as I activated the E. We ran, hurling ourselves at the door to the bridge.

The contac detonated simultaneously throughout the ship, a deafening crack, the concussion booming up the corridor. The lights flickered. The grav cut out and I was suddenly dancing in air, weightless.

“Whoa!” We had somehow damaged the ship’s grav center. This was not in the plan. Tara clawed at the air, desperately trying to get close to a wall or a ceiling to get some leverage. I got one foot on a corridor wall and pushed off, rocketing through the air right to the bridge door. It snapped open like the mouth of a hungry beast, drawing me right in. The psybloc was flashing and I hurtled into a swirling montage of light and color and movement. O’s were all around me and they were moving faster than I’d ever seen before.

I fired auto canister x, slashing the line of fire in a wild arc. The bridge erupted, shrieking white-hot phospho x bursting everywhere, sizzling tracers ricocheting wildly, a burning, dazzling, flashing tracery of death, an awful, sudden, horrendous catastrophe. The noise knifed into my eardrums. The recoil of the E shot me across the bridge, a wild ride. My shoulders hit something behind me. I was upside down on the ceiling like a lizard, still firing, my fingers frozen on the trigger, canister x booming everywhere, total hell, the entire bridge exploding, how can anyone survive, shrapnel snapping onto my litesuit. I was cutting the O’s in two with the x but they were still there, calmly standing upside down like trees growing out of the deck, totally unaffected by the x. I suddenly realized these were the holosthe real O’s would be struggling with the loss of gravity. Where were they!

I caught a glimpse of Tara twisting in the air, firing auto canister x calmly, deliberately hosing down the bridge. The concussion from the blasts and the recoil from the E were buffeting her through the air like a butterfly in a typhoon.

Movementan O came at me, clawing through the air like a great alien torpedo. It opened its awful mouth exposing a row of needle-sharp teeth. I snapped my E over to it and the auto x cut it in two, splattering gore all over the ceiling. It had not even had its mag shields up.

The psybloc unit exploded at my waist like a grenade. I continued firing wildly, desperatelyone more Owhere is it! And then my mind went.

It was like a knife, slashing right into my brain. I screamed and released the E. It floated away, tumbling end over end. Psybloc grenadesnow! But a bolt of raw terror shot through me. My muscles were all twitchingI was helpless, drifting like space junk through the bridge. There was no way I could get to the grenades. The firing stopped. The bridge was full of smoke, and everything in view burnt fiercely. Sparks spit from alien instruments, lights flashed on and off, and the artificial O’s shimmered and vanished.

Terror, raw terror. I cried, and my limbs shook wildly. Doomed, we were doomed! The bridge was burning and I floated above it like a corpse. An eerie quiet came over the scene. There was only the crackling of the flames and the electronic snapping of the instruments as they self-destructed.

The grav returned suddenly. I crashed to the deck, exhausted and helpless. I lay in a heap, whimpering in agony. My blood was like water and my heart was a knot of icy fear. My entire body was shaking. I could not moveI could hardly breathe. The O had us in its awful grip. It was all overwe had failed. We were dead. I could feel only terror, terror to glaze my eyes, terror to stop my heart.

Movement. It was the Othe one we missed. I watched it, horrified. It staggered forward, partially obscured by the smoke. It leaned over and picked up something from the deck. Tarait had Tara in its hands. She collapsed, helpless in its mighty grip.

The O picked her up bodily, hissing like a snake. And the hiss became a furious shriek as it hurled Tara head over heels through the air just like a rag doll. She hit right on top of me, bouncing off to land sprawled on her back beside me.

The O stood over us, its concave chest heaving. It was peppered with shrapnel wounds, but I knew it did not matterit was all over for us. Tara whimpered beside me. The creature had us with its awesome psypower. We were worms, writhing before it, awaiting an awful death.

The creature reached down with one hand and seized Tara by the neck. It lifted her up bodily, holding her there in the air by the neck, squeezing her throat. Tara gurgled, twitching, her feet dangling, helpless. The O was going to choke her to death with one hand. It looked into Tara’s face, snarling an evil laugh. The creature drooled, a thin stream of spittle dribbling from its savage mouth. I was terrifiedI know there was nothing at all I could do, except watch Tara die.

The O exploded, a white-hot burst shattering our ears, splattering us with greenish gore. A split head, the eyes glazing over, the mouth snapping open, needle teeth, then it collapsed, right on top of us.

I could only lie there shaking, twitching in the mess. Tara had landed next to me, again. She coughed and gaspedalive! My limbs trembled, but I had control again. The terror had been replaced by shock. I had no idea what had happened. I struggled to sit up. I brushed one of the O’s arms off my bodyit was still moving.

“Taraare you all right? Answer!” I could hardly breathe. Tara was pale and gasping, on her back, still helpless. Her eyes blinked. She raised one hand, and I grasped it.

“What what happened?” Tara gasped.

I stared stupidly at the tacmod. It showed Gildron was still at the other end of the ship, and he undoubtedly had his own problems. I looked around the bridge, panting. Black smoke was rapidly filling the roomwe’d have to get those fires out. And then I saw him.

Willard. Willard, our own little boy, standing there in the doorway holding Tara’s glowing E, and it was almost as big as he was. I gaped at him, totally astonished. He gazed back at me, his tiny little face quivering with anxiety.

“Is it going to be angry with us?” he asked fearfully. I was so amazed that I could not even answer.

“Willard!” Tara called out hoarsely. “Willard!” He dropped the E and ran into her arms.

“Do we have to take the medicine now?” Willard still had the cyro clutched in one grubby hand.

“Give me that!” Tara snatched it from his grasp. She was close to collapse, trembling and exhausted. “We won’t leave you again, Willard,” she vowed. “Never again! I promise!”

I struggled shakily to my feet, fighting a growing panic. “We’d better see about Gildron,” I said. “There’s two more O’s down there! Where the hell is my E?”

Chapter 15

Black Stars

“Aah! Take it easy, will you?” Tara was working on my wounds. I was on my back on a little ledge under a bank of alien instruments, stripped to my waist and glistening with medgel again. We had set up shop on the bridge. I was covered with wounds and flying on mags. Tara was badly dinged up as well.

We had not had to worry about the two O’s in the stardrive. Gildron had butchered them both with his E. The O’s, who were so formidable downside in armor and mag shields, proved strangely vulnerable in their own ship. Not a single mag force field had gone up during the entire operation. I could hardly believe itthe ship was ours.

I was in no shape to appreciate it.

“You’ll be all right, trooper,” Tara said. “I’d recommend a few years’ sick leave.”

“Well, the way things are going, we may have more than a few years. How’re your ribs?” I was dizzy and light-headed.

I did not want to move.

“Two of themclean breaks. I’m topping out on mags.” Her face wrinkled in pain.

“You avoid any sudden moves, Tara. You be careful. What did the medprobe say, now? About those devicesI was in agony when you were telling me.”

“Dissolved, both of them. The devices had released high concentrations of a substance that countered the neurotransmitters which contract our voluntary muscles.”

“Huh?”

“According to the medprobe, it causes almost instantaneous loss of voluntary muscle control throughout the body when introduced into the bloodstream. I don’t recognize the substance but it interfered with the strands of actin and myosin in our muscles, effectively paralyzing us.”

“Clever! So that’s what happened to us during our attack on the O’s.”

“That and the O’s psypower. Insurance, maybe. Something triggered the destruction of the devices and the release of the material into our bloodstreams. Lucky for us the stuff isn’t fatal, and only has a temporary effect.”

A huge O materialized on the bridge, flickered momentarily, and vanished. Adrenalin shot through my system.

“Damn!” I exclaimed. “This place gives me the creeps! Can’t you turn that thing off?” The holos had been appearing and disappearing at random, flickering on and off. We had done a job on the bridge. Most of the instrumentation appeared to be damaged. Smoke still hung in the air. Sparks snapped out of some of the displays, and things darted through the air, then flashed away to nothingness. A dull red glow flashed on and off, monotonously. Gildron bristled, holding his E at the ready.

“It’s all right, Gildron,” Tara said. “Those V are not real. Not real, understand?”

“Rot reer,” Gildron rumbled, evidently unconvinced. I sat up. Every muscle ached and my skin was burning.

“You sure we don’t have to worry about that stuff in our bloodstreams anymore?”

“Not according to the medprobe.”

“And Gildron never had it?”

“No.”

“Because he was recognized as a superior being.”

“Presumably.”

“Who are they?” Willard asked. He was by my side clutching a Systie ratpak, examining the faces of the dead burnt onto my knuckles.

“Those are ghosts, Willard,” I said. “Friends of mine.”

“Ghosts?” He laughed, delighted. “What’s that?” He traced a finger over the dark tattoo on my left arm.

“That’s the Legion cross, kid. That’s the Legion.”

“Is that a number?”

“Those are numbers, underneath. That’s a twelve. And that’s a twenty-two. Twelfth of the Twenty-Second, that’s us. That’s who we are. Don’t you know your numbers?”

“No.”

“Well, I tell you what, Willard. I’m going to give you a Legion cross just like mine, on your left arm. And it will say Twelve/Twenty-Two, just like mine. You’ve earned it, kid. You’re the first kid in Blue Bear Playschool with a confirmed kill.” And suddenly I flashed back to the Mound, to that brave, nameless little girl defying a whole squad of armored killers. Children, I thoughtthey’re the future of the universe.

“My mommy says it’s not polite to say ‘you’.”

“Wester, I hate to interrupt,” Tara said, “but there is a serious problem in the stardrive. And I want you to look at it.”

“I’m delighted, Tara. I’m really pleased to hear it. But I’d like you to take care of this one for me, all right? Just keep me informed, all right?”

“No, Wester. We really need your help. Now.”

“What happened to that two years’ sick leave you had authorized?”

“A little later, Wester. Later.”

“I’m so damn tired.”

“Please, Wester. It’s important.”

“Important. Right.” I struggled to my feet.

“This is wonderful,” I said. I was back in my sweaty litesuit, aching all over. Tara and Gildron and I stood in what had to be the control room for the stardrive. Willard was outside in the corridor. We did not want him inside. The room was spattered with gore and body parts from the two O’s Gildron had killed. One wall was entirely covered with indecipherable alien instrumentation. And it was apparent as soon as we stepped into the room that something was very, very wrong.

Up on the ceiling, a brilliant phosphored panel was flashing rapidly like a strobe light and an emergency claxon was screeching on and off urgently, putting a chill to my flesh. It needed no translation: The sound of a warning alarm is universal. Something was wrongsomething critical.

“I knew you’d be thrilled,” Tara said quietly.

“Tremendous. Look at this stuff. We could work on this for thirty years and never figure it out!”

“You’re right.”

“Look!” I approached a thick armored plex window. The drive was beyond, a massive cylinder running lengthwise through the ship, encased in a maze of bewildering equipment. It was bathed in a soft, flickering violet glow.

“That’s certainly the stardrive,” Tara said. “But it doesn’t look like one of ours.”

“What do you think is happening?”

“I think it’s getting ready to nova,” Tara said calmly.

“Terrific. That’s great! That’s just perfect! What does your tacmod say?”

“Somebody’s going to have to go in there, Wester. So we can learn what’s happening. Tess can’t make any sense out of these readouts.” Tess was Tara’s tacmod, her Persist. She had detached it from her A-suit. I took a look. A massive power source was glowing in the heart of the drive but there was something else, up at the tip of the boom that was mounted on the nose of the ship. It glittered like a star, and I had no idea what it was. It was connected to the boomand the tip of the boom also blazed with energy.

“You’re just full of good news, aren’t you? Do you know how dangerous it is to poke around an antimat drive? Even when you know what you’re doing, which we don’t?”

“Yesbut it’s not as dangerous as a nova. That much I know. That central corridorit appears to be a walkway, or a crawlway, to access the drive. Tess says it’s heavily shielded. You should be safe in there. I’d do it myself, Wester, but I can barely move with these ribs, and whoever goes in there is going to be crawling, part of the way.”

“Oh, I’ll go. I’m looking forward to it! Hell, I wasn’t planning on having any more children anyway. But we’re going to have to fix up my A-suit first. I’m not going in there without armor.”

“All right, let’s get to work.”

It didn’t take long to patch up my A-suit. We used the hydropak from Gildron’s suit to replace mine. I put Sweety back inside and when we were through, I was sealed and secure and could move all of the limbs of the suit except for the right leg. It was close enough, for what we would need.

“Do the length of the drive, Wester. Investigate both those power sourcescrawl up as close to the boom as you can get. Tess has no idea what it is. We only do it once. Just let the tacmod soak up whatever’s there.”

“I’m more worried about me soaking up whatever’s there,” I said. The door snapped open. It was an airlock, hissing closed behind me as I stepped in. Another door opened. I stepped forward gingerly. A narrow platform faced a sheer drop. The platform shot downwardsan elevator!

“ALERT!” Sweety sounded off, right in my ears. “Unstable unidentified negative energy source enclosed by unitium-based repulsive containment system, as marked, tolerances appear to be going critical, rising temperatures, analysis of ionic field indicates promat is now decelerating, imminent danger of catastrophic failure of containment unit and subsequent nova! Alert! Alert! Multiple pressure locks under critical pressure, failure expected soon! Alert! Unknown process emitting gamma radiation and unstable unitium debris! Recommend immediate retreat!”

The elevator deposited me inside the armored corridor at the bottom of the power room, a massive black cylinder looming above me, hissing white-hot steam. A bolt of lightning snapped high overhead, almost blinding me.

“Deadman!” Radioactive rain kissed my armor.

“What was that?” Tara asked.

“It’s raining,” I responded, “and I forgot my umbrella.”

A black stardrive, I thought, for black stars. It was only terrifying, I decidedno reason to get upset!

“Say again? Are you all right, Wester?”

“Did you get all that data, Tara?” I asked breathlessly.

“That’s a ten.”

“Can I go home now?” I was streaming with sweat, already.

“I’m sorry, Wester. Walk the length of the corridor, if you can. Get out there near the boom! We’re learning so much!”

“All right, Tara. But I expect a reward when I get back.”

“What kind of a reward?”

“It involves you taking off your clothes.”

Tara laughed sweetly. “We’ll work something out, trooper. Now let’s take that walk.”

I had to crawl under the antimat power source, dragging my dead leg behind me. The whole compartment glittered a creepy violet, and every once in awhile there was a blinding flash from the boom. Sweety was talking, the whole time.

“Recommend immediate retreat, Thinker! Gamma, unitium at critical levels! I repeat, ionic field analysis indicates “

“That’s bad, isn’t it, Sweety? The ionic field part?”

“Yes, Thinker. It indicates potential deceleration of promat.”

“That’s bad, too, isn’t it?”

“Very bad, Thinker. It means the containment chamber in the boom is failing.”

“Well, never mind about that, Sweety! Tell me what’s going on around us! This power source above usit’s the stardrive, right?”

“I have insufficient data to respond accurately to the question, Thinker. I detect a mag field containment device enclosing an antimat generation and containment chamber.”

“Right, right, that’s the antimat drive! But what about that other power source, up near the nose? What does it do?”

“I have insufficient data to respond to the question, Thinker. Both power sources appear to be part of an integrated stardrive system. Analysis is continuing.”

Two little balls of lightning floating up ahead exploded suddenly, showering me with sparks. I continued crawling forward along a narrow tunnel lined with mirrored surfaces. Something awful was blazing up ahead, as bright as a sun.

“Deadman. I love this. What the hell are you talking about, Sweety? If you detect antimat, it’s an antimat drive, right? And the containment unit is failing, right? Talk to me, Sweety! What’s the damned problem?”

“Negative, Thinker. There is a unitium-based mag field around the antimat power source midships, and it is stable. This does appear to be an antimat star drive. However, I detect a microscopic source of negative pressure in the second power source by the boom, enclosed by what appears to be a unitium-based containment unit that is failing. The unitium accelerates promat, which appears to be shielding the ship itself from the power source in the boom. Theoretically, this is D-neg. However, as this is not physically possible, I have discarded this information. Analysis is continuing.”

“D-neg! Deadman! How could they do that?”

“They could not, Three. It is not possible. The force would implode the ship, instantly. Nothing could contain such power.”

“Tell me againwhat do you detect?”

“A microscopic point of negative energy density and negative pressure, infinitely powerfultheoretically similar to D-neg. I repeat, these observations are in error. I am running diagnostics.”

“I think we’ve got enough, Wester. Get back here!” Tara commanded urgently.

“With pleasure!”

Tara unlinked me back in the stardrive’s control room. I let the A-suit parts fall noisily to the deck. They gleamed with moisture.

“That was fun!” I stripped off my soaking liteshirt and threw it to the floor. I was streaming with sweat. The alarms screeched on and the ceiling flashed violet. Gildron had hauled out the dead O’s and Tara had let Willard into the control room. Gildron squatted down, showing Willard his teeth, and Willard laughed, popping his tiny fists in and out of Gildron’s massive jaws.

“We’ve got a problem, Wester,” Tara said.

“No, I’m the one with a problem. You didn’t just get fried with gamma.”

“Your A-suit kept out most of it, Wester. No, we’ve got a bigger problem than that.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“The immediate problem is the imminent failure of the unitium containment system which holds that D-neg in stasis.”

“I agree with your analysis. But this is crazy, Tara! The only thing we know about D-neg is that it can’t be created, captured or containedby unitium or anything else!”

“Everything else is secondarythe radiation, the pressure lockslet it happen, we can deal with it all. But we’ve got to keep that D-neg under control!”

“How can we worry about things that are beyond our understanding? Our best scientists don’t understand D-neg. It’s a reality, but nobody’s ever gotten close to itand here we’ve got Sweety saying this starship is powered by it, and the unitium containment is failing. Great! Thank you very much, Sweety. Information overload! Now please tell us what to do!”

“My analysis is continuing, Thinker,” Sweety interrupted, a trifle defensively.

“I agree we can forget the D-neg,” Tara said. “There’s no way we can understand it. But the D-neg itself is not the problem. The problem is the unitium containment unit that’s failing. Let’s concentrate on that.”

“Fine! What do you suggest? Nobody understands unitium, either!”

“I don’t know. But we have the entire power compartment on the tacmap now, and I’ve asked for a solution. Unfortunately, the tacmod can’t give us any help on the controls, Wester. No help at all. Unknown energy fields between the controls and the drive. Indecipherable!”

“This is terrific,” I said glumly. “We’ll be going nova any time now.”

“Gildron says this is a new problem. There was no alarmno flashing lightswhen he attacked the O’s.”

“What! Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. The O’s may have had a problem with the stardrive, beforebut it didn’t involve alarms or red lights.”

“Then it’s something that happened as a result of Gildron’s attack! Or maybe as a result of our attack.”

“YesI think so,” Tara said. “But we don’t know what caused it, or what will stop it!”

“It could be something simpleone of these controls jammed into the wrong position.”

“Or it could be something so complicated we have no possible way of understanding it, much less fixing it.”

“Don’t panic!” I was beginning to panic. I took a deep breath. “Let’s think. What if this was a Legion starshipor a Systie ship, for that matter. The antimat containment is going critical. What do we do?”

“There’s nothing wrong with the antimat containment unit on this ship.”

“I know that! Damn it! Why the hell do they need two power sources? Lookwe’re going to have to assume the D-neg containment unit works the same way, aren’t we? What do we do?”

“It doesn’t work the same way. D-neg would probably work the opposite way. But to answer your question, in antimat drive, we’d stabilize the iomag stream. If that fails, we’d be forced to eject the antimat from the ship, and go to the alternate drive.”

“Nice! Well, we’re certainly not going to be able to stabilize the iomag stream. Are we even dealing with iomags? I can’t even find an ON and OFF switch in this mess.” I gestured to the wall of alien instrumentation.

“It doesn’t appear we are dealing with iomags. It’s interesting that they use unitium,” Tara said, “just as we suspected. Ever since Andrion Three, the Legion thought the O’s were using unitium in their stardrive, for we knew unitium could theoretically be used to accelerate promat. Without iomag containment systems, antimat can’t be controlled to produce the antigravity and negative pressure needed to hold open our artificial wormholes. We’ve just confirmed the Legion’s suspicions about unitium, Wester. But the Legion never suspected D-neg! We thought the O’s used antimat drive. What else could we think? Well, they’ve got antimat drive here, but it’s bigger than that. D-neg! Lord! They use the unitium to contain and control the D-neg as well!”

“All rightcan we eject the D-neg from the ship?”

“Forget it, Wester! Even if we were dealing with antimat on a Legion ship, with a week’s intensive preparation, maybe the two of us could handle it without detonating the antimat. But not here, and not with D-neg.”

“Damn it! So what do we do? Give up?” I was sweating and furious. All our efforts, come to naught. And our wonderful prize, the Omni ship with all its awesome secrets, blown away in a microfrac probably because one of these damned controls was stupidly set in the wrong position. I glared at the instrumentation. There was no way we could possibly decipher any of it.

“The alternative,” Tara said, “is to abandon ship.”

“I’m not leaving this room,” I said, “until this problem is resolved.”

“According to the tacmod, it may be resolved very shortly. And it’s not going to be a happy ending.”

The claxons wouldn’t stop hooting. Was the tone becoming more urgent? I frantically scanned the controls. Death was certain, whether or not we abandoned ship. We had no idea where in the vac we wereno idea at all.

“Sweety, report!”

“Analysis is continuing, Thinker.”

“Are we going to die?” Willard asked. He was still clutching his mother’s shoe.

“Assuming we do nothing,” I asked Tara, “what do you think will happen?”

“There’ll be a nova, and we’ll die.”

“So we should do something.”

“Absolutely. But what? Abandon ship?”

“On the far side of the galaxy, we abandon the only starship we’ve got? I don’t think so. This is the control panel, isn’t it?”

“It sure looks like it.”

“So our solution is right here,” I said.

“I’m sure it is. And your point is?”

Some of the instruments were lit. Some were not. I reached out and brushed my fingers over one of the lit ones. It moved. I moved it over to one side.

“What are you doing?” Tara cried out. Some of the other lights abruptly changed color.

“I’ve no idea,” I replied. I snatched another lighted control and jerked it downwards. It glowed a sudden phospho green. Another warning tone sounded, a deep buzzing.

“You’ll kill us all!” Tara shouted.

“We die anyway.” I was franticI did not care. I only wanted to do somethinganythingto change the situation.

“Can we play?” Willard grabbed at a lever and snapped it back and forth, laughing.

“Sure!” I said. “Get the ones that are lit, kid! Come on, Taralive a little! Not much time left!” I ran my hands over the control panel, moving every switch and tab that emitted light.

“You’re crazy, Wester!” Tara was just staring at me in shock.

“Gildronhelp us! Get the ones that are lit up. Slowly!” I called out. He joined in, slamming decisively at the controls with his fists.

The claxon suddenly cut off in mid-blast. The flashing ceiling lights snapped off. Now there was only that insistent buzzing.

“Hold it!” I said. “Stop! That’s enough!” Everyone froze. Where the hell was that buzzer thing? I remembered the control and snapped it upwards again. The buzzer cut off, and the green light vanished. A shocked silence settled over the room.

“There. Nothing to it,” I said. “Let’s eat. I’m hungry.”

“You may have only turned off the alarm system,” Tara said. “The D-neg could still detonate.”

“Check it yourself, if you’re so concerned. I’m not going back in there. If it happens, it happens. We’ve done all we can.” I collapsed and slumped against the wall. I felt terrible. “Can anybody get me some water?”

“Are you awake?” An angel’s voice. I blinked my eyes, drifting slowly into consciousness. I was back on the bridge under a blanket and Tara knelt beside me, holding a canteen cup of steaming dox.

“Dox!” I awoke instantly, struggling to sit up, the heavenly odor teasing my nostrils. My shirt was missing.

“Where in the vac did you get that?”

Tara smiled, a dazzling phospho white smile that warmed my heart. She was totally lovely and completely relaxed, wearing a sleeveless top and litepants. “For you,” she said, handing me the cup. “From Gildron’s ratpak. He doesn’t drink dox, so we’ve got plenty.”

I drank slowly, savoring it. Renewal! The dox warmed my entire body. What a kick!

“Did you have a good sleep?” Tara asked.

“Wonderful,” I said. “I feel like a new man. Thanks for the dox, Gildron.” He showed me his teeth. He was leaning against one of the O’s body chairs, still clad in his Elektra violet ship’s uniform.

“Have any dreams?” Tara asked.

DreamsI had dreamt of the O’s. I had been an O, in my dream, strolling in a dark garden with someone I loved.

“No,” I said, frowning. “No dreams.” I went back to my dox.

“I slept a little,” Tara said. “I had strange dreams. About the O’s. I saw their world through their eyes. It was so sad. So far away. And lost to them forever. I’m not sure we did the right thing, Wester.”

“It’s done,” I said. “I don’t want to hear about it. Where’s the kid?”

“Still sleepingover there.” He was on his back under a blanket, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, breathing deeply, his face angelic and peaceful.

“Where’d you get the blankets?”

“I’ve been exploring. There’s a lot of Systie gear and also Uldo civilian stuff on this ship. Enough Systie rats to allow us to survive for years.”

“Does this mean we’re getting married?”

Another dazzling smile. Her hair was soft and silky, a rusty brown, and her skin was as smooth as satin. “You haven’t asked me. But I’m hoping we won’t have to use all those rations.”

“So what’s the sit? I see we haven’t gone nova yet.”

“Nowhen you went to sleep I suited up and went into the stardrive. Just far enough for Tess to get a reading. The situation appears to have stabilized. Pressure is back to normal. Tess says the unitium containment system no longer appears to be in danger of failing.”

“You shouldn’t have gone in there without me. How about the D-neg?”

“Tess had the same readings you did. She has concluded that it is a stardrive, powered by D-neg. She cannot explain the D-neg, or the containment unit. She says it is not physically possible. She also cannot explain why they need both antimat and D-neg. What do you think?”

“I think I really like the way your nipples stand out against your blouse. When do I get my reward?”

Tara laughed. “You’ve got a one-track mind, Wester, but I don’t mind. That was brilliant, what you did in the control room.”

“It wasn’t brilliant, it was desperate. If I had blown us all to smithereens, it wouldn’t have seemed so brilliant. But I had to do somethingif I had done nothing, we’d have died. When in doubt, attackold Legion saying.”

“I’ve got to admit you’ve kept us alive so far.”

“That little kid kept us alive. Thank him.”

“That’s true. I’m going to take very good care of him, Wester.”

“Great. So tell mewhere are we?”

“You’re not going to believe it.”

“I’m not? Why not?”

“Tess looked out at the stars, and didn’t recognize anything. Then I put her on those artificial stars that keep flashing to life over the controls. And that’s what they are, Wester. She was able to identify our position.”

“Good! So where are we?”

“We’re in the Null-Six Sector.”

“The what? I’ve never heard of it.”

“The Null-Six Sector is in the zeroesZone Zero Zero Two Six.”

“I’ve never heard of that, either. Doesn’t it have a name?”

“No name, Wester. You haven’t heard of it because it’s on the far side of the galaxy from our own neighborhood. Out beyond the Outvac and the Gassies, past the Icy Way, all the way into the core, past the Black Dog, through the nucleus and out the other side, through the Web, past the Smokescreen, through the Silky Way and beyond Doom’s Drift, past the Dropoff, past the Great Deep, out in the furthest reaches of the Omega Spiral, out on the rim, on the very edge of the galaxy. The entire zone is unmapped. It’s completely unknown.”

I listened, taking it in. I decided I was going to be totally calm.

“Is your Persist certain about this, Tara?”

“Absolutely, Wester. She knows exactly where we are, now.”

“Well, I’ll be damned. I wonder how we got here. I mean, considering that the stardrive doesn’t work.”

“It obviously does work, Wester.”

“If the damned thing was working, why didn’t this ship leave the Mound when the other ships left?”

“I don’t know, Wester.”

“But we weren’t in stardrive, Tara. We would have felt it! We were in the vac, the whole trip!”

“That’s not possible, Wester. As you very well know. I’ll admit it didn’t seem we were on a star run. I didn’t feel the pressure, either. But we were. Maybe it happened when we were unconscious. After the O’s captured us.”

“Just like that? We couldn’t have been out that long! A star run to the far side of the galaxy, and we didn’t notice it?”

“It’s worth thinking about, isn’t it?”

“The Omega Spiral, huh?”

“That’s where we are.”

“Do you think anyone’s been out this far before?”

“Nonobody has.”

We could see the stars out the plex. It looked terribly cold and lonely out there.

“You ever been this far from home before?” I asked.

“I don’t have a home.”

“Neither do I.” I put an arm around her shoulders and drew her to me. I kissed her, on the forehead.

“We’ll get out of this, Tara,” I said. “And when we do, I’ll buy you a drink.”

“I don’t drink,” she replied, “but if we do get out of this, I may start. There’s something else you should know.”

“What’s that?”

“Tess was able to make some exact correlations between the stars out there and the artificial display in here, along with some of the instrumentation on the control panel there. Very precise measurements. We can understand part of the display now. Come onI’ll show you!”

It looked like a master control panel set just below the plex, directly in front of one of the O’s body chairs. This particular portion of the control panel had not been hit by our x’s. A dazzling display of silver dust hung in the air just over our heads. I was cold, dressed only in my litepants.

“Look on the panel here,” Tara said. “These are quantum math readouts, believe it or not. According to Tess, they are super-accurate. Watch this.” She touched a flat tab with one slim finger. The stardust spun around us, hurtling past our heads.

“All right! It’s moving!”

“What are they, Wester? Do you know?”

“Galaxies! Those are galaxies! That’s the Great Wall!”

“Exactly. It’s the universe, Wester. The whole, bloody universe. Now watch this.” Tara touched another tab. The display flashed, and silently exploded into a stunning panorama of cold silver nebulae and hot golden stars. Tara touched the tab again and the stars rushed past us wildly, out of control.

“It’s a nav function,” I said. “And this is our galaxy!”

“That’s right, Wester. Watch!” The display exploded again, then stabilized. A starry field hung just above our heads. “And here we are, Westerthe Omega Spiral. It’s the last stop in our Galaxy. Do you know what Tess found out?”

“Nobut I’ll bet you’re going to tell me.”

“With an exact fix on the stars, Tess was able to calculate the GZTgalactic zero time.”

“And?”

“She didn’t have to correct her chron.”

“Yeah? So?”

“Because the chron was correct. Check your own chronask your tacmod. She’ll say it’s 314/06 on the 17th, galactic zero. And it is.”

“Why don’t we just pretend I’m stupid, and you explain it to me in simple terms, all right?”

“We’re on the far side of the galaxy, Wester. We’ve just made the longest star hop in history. A trip like this would be a huge project. It would take the Legion monthsmaybe a yearof continuous star hops. We’ve done it pretty much instantaneously.”

“You’re saying this ship is functional; you’re saying the damned stardrive works.”

“You’re a little slow, Wester. Of course the stardrive works! Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here. And the time would be a lot different.”

“So the stardrive worksterrific! It makes you wonder why the O’s were hanging around the Mound when the subnorms were overrunning it.”

“I can’t answer that, Wester. Perhaps they didn’t think we were important, just as Merlin said. But I can tell you this D-neg drive is extremely powerful. Do you know what we have here, Wester? This is the key to the future. It appears this ship is equipped with D-neg drive. Antimat allows us to bore a wormhole in spacetime, connecting two regions of our own universe, holding open the hole and cheating time and distance. Antimat is the only exotic matter we have, and it works fine, but it has serious limits.

“We’ve used antimat to create quantum antigravity effects that generate negative pressure, essentially through brute force, and it’s only negative pressure that keeps the wormhole open while we’re in it.”

“Hold it, Tara. We haven’t come close to the speed of light, have we? I meanwe’re not in the future, are we?”

“No, Wester. That’s what I was trying to tell you with the chron. Everything is just as we left it. It’s just a wormholethis isn’t superluminal. It’s just a better, more efficient stardrive. But it’s not only that. There are other universes out theresome of them connected to our own through black holes, and some connectedintermittentlythrough natural wormholes. And if you run into one of these alternate universes on antimat drive, you’re gone forever, never to return. Because, assuming you survive the trip, when you try to return here on antimat drive, chances are you will just return to the alien universe. On antimats, you don’t have the power to leave one universe and enter another, except by accident. But it’s always been theoretically possible, with a more powerful exotic material, to burn a wormhole between universes and keep it open. It took us a long time to learn how to use antimat drive correctly; we lost a lot of people and ships, and when we finally succeeded, we thought it was the ultimate tool for the exploration of the galaxy. But D-neg has always been there, the holy grail of generations of spacetime physicists. It’s the backbone of our own universe, it’s the stuff that created the dark energy that expands our own universe, the energy of a white hole, the cosmic glue of the Gods. But it’s not in this universeit’s just beyond the gates, and there’s no way to get at it, if you want to return. Well, we’ve got it, Westerright here, right in this ship. A thimbleful of holy dust, the grains of creation, right in the heart of this ship! Nobody knows what it can do, Westerbut it’s far, far more powerful and dangerous than antimat.”

“And this D-neg stardrive put us here, on the far side of the galaxyinstantaneously.”

“More or less.”

“All rightI’ll accept that. Whatever it is, it’s at the very least a new method of star travel. Right?”

“Not only star travel. Maybe even time travel.”

“All rightthen it’s more important than ever for us to deliver this ship, intact, to the Legion. Do you agree?”

“Absolutely!” Tara said.

“And we deliver it to the Legionnot to ConFree!”

“Absolutely!”

“Good. Then we agree. I’m freezing! Where’s my liteshirt?”

“It’s drying. I washed it. It was starting to move. I killed it, and then I washed it.”

“Well, thank you. You’ll make somebody a good wife.”

“No, I won’t. I can’t cook, and I can’t live with deadheads.”

“Why don’t you move in with a psycher?”

“No thanksthey’re worse than deadheads.”

“Mmm. Sothis nice little nav function doesn’t tell you how to operate this ship, does it?”

“It most certainly does not. By the wayI have another fascinating piece of trivia for you.”

“Well, I can hardly wait.” I picked up a blanket and wrapped it tightly around my shoulders.

“Look out the plex.” I looked out.

“See that bright star there?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re heading right for itTess checked.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Only it’s not a star.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a planetoidno atmosphere. Tess says it’s a bleak, lifeless chunk of rock.”

“And we’re heading there?”

“Yes.”

“That’s interesting. What do you think is going to happen when we get there?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hmm. Well, look, I’ve got an even more urgent problem. You said you looked around the ship. Did you find anything that lookedeven vaguelylike a toilet?”

Another dazzling smile. “As a matter of fact, I did. I’ll show you. It appears to be either a vaporizer unit, or a matter duplicator. It’s a container, with an open top. But after you put something in it, you press a lever, and it’s disintegrated.”

“You think it might be a matter duplicator?”

“Could be. It could be that an exact visual duplicate of whatever you put in there shows up someplace else.”

“You mean, some Omni postal worker might be puzzling to find an address on whatever I deposit into this device?”

“Maybe. However, remember the original of whatever you put in there is vaporized when you hit the lever. In your caseif you plan on sitting on the thingI’d advise you to be very, very careful you don’t hit that lever until after you stand up.”

“Good advice,” I said. A gigantic O snapped into being right at my side. I jumped, almost knocking Tara over. “Deadman!” I shouted. “I wish it would stop doing that!”

“Calm down!” Tara hissed. “You’ll wake up Willard.”

Chapter 16

Last Stop

“That’s itwe’re going into orbit. A perfect orbit.”

Tara gazed grimly out the plexso did I. I was back in my liteshirt. It smelled a lot better. Gildron had Willard in his huge arms. Willard pulled viciously at Gildron’s hair. They were getting along well.

The dead world we were approaching was glowing a dark silver, lit only by distant stars. It was hurtling through the vac on its ownit had no sun. A lost world, alone in the immensity of the vac.

“No advanced signals, Thinker,” Sweety reported. “No atmosphere, no life, no movement on the surface.”

“Thank you, Sweety.”

“It’s nothing, Thinker.”

“Funny,” I mused. “The O’s have obviously programmed the ship to travel here, and orbit this world. I wonder why.”

“Are we going to land?” Willard asked. “Can we wear a vac suit?”

“I don’t think we’re going to land, honey,” Tara replied.

“Why would anyone want to come here?” I asked. “It looks awfully dead to me.”

Tara did not answer. She was watching the planet as we approached it. There was nothing at all we could do about itwe could not control the ship.

In orbit, we lounged on the bridge sipping dox, looking out the plex. The airless planet rolled past to one side, crisp and clear, a terrifying panoramastark frozen mountains of silvery rock and ancient plains of pale powdery dust, awful seas of icy dust with grim islands of glittering stone. A dead world peppered with millions of harsh craters, splattered with the debris of the cosmos. An ancient, fossil moon. It was clear that it had never known life. It had been hurtling through infinity, lost and alone, since the dawn of time.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“I don’t like it,” Tara replied.

“Neither do I.”

“Why here?”

“Yeah. Why here.”

“There’s a reason the O’s were coming here,” Tara said.

“Probably. Certainly! What do you think?”

“They were escaping from Uldo.”

“All right.”

“Maybe with a damaged star drive.”

“But they made it hereit’s quite a journey! Something worked,” I said.

“All right, they made it here. But something was wrong. Maybe they couldn’t go where they would normally go.”

“Or maybe they couldn’t go how they would normally go.”

“So they came here.” Tara was gazing out the plex.

“An alternate.”

“It was an emergency. A designated emergency destination.”

“Meet you in Omega Spiral, Null Six Sector, nobody will bother us there. And bring the tow-truck.”

“I think that’s it,” Tara said. “That’s it! We’re here for a rendezvous with the O’s!”

I put down my dox, carefully. We sure didn’t need this.

“Well, I’m damned if I can figure this out.” I turned away from the controls, baffled.

“This isn’t going to work,” Tara said. “Their minds are completely different from ours. The only thing that makes any sense here is the nav settingsand the stars. And that’s because it’s quantum, and Tess can read it. But the rest of it is not quantum. It’s based on something else. Maybe some kind of mental energy. We could work on this all our lives and never understand it.”

I was looking out at the dead world below us. This was the very edge of the galaxy, and the stark, tortured terrain was typical of almost all worldsairless, lifeless, and incredibly beautiful.

“Tara to Wester, over.”

“Sorry. You were saying?”

“I was saying we’re finished. I don’t know what to do next. I’ve tried everything, and so has Tess. We’ve looked at uniphysics, rads, pressure, fluids, mags, biomags, biotics, vac, sound, quantum effects, DNA, electrochem, electrorads, lasers, vac, plasma, ionics, crystalflash, temperature I even tried psyching it to life. Nothing makes sense. It may be mental.”

“So we wait. For them to come.”

“You’re not going to be able to do any funny tricks this time, Wester. It was a miracle you stabilized that containment system. But we’re not going to be able to drive this ship without knowing exactly what we’re doing. And I can’t understand these controls.”

“But we’ve got the navs down, right? It looks like we can set it to exactly where we want to go.”

“Maybebut without activating the drive, we’re not going anywhere. And as you said about the power controls, we can’t even find the ON switch.”

I pondered the controls. It was an incredible mess, a wide panel of glowing lights, a rainbow of lights, with plenty of movable tabs. Brilliant airy holo structures of multicolored lights hung in the air over the controls, ever changing, incredibly complex geometrical structures flashing on and off, never the same twice. Tara was rightthe last time had been pure luck. But playing dice with Deadman was not recommendedespecially on a star run.

“You said the promat is stable, right?” I asked.

“That’s rightthe unitium-based containment system for the D-neg appears to have stabilized.”

“Soas far as we know, this stardrive could be in working order now.”

“I don’t know, Wester. We got here somehow. I guess it means one of the drives was working beforemaybe the antimat. Something sure was. And whatever the problem was that we had in the power control room, it appears to have stabilized. Working order? Who knowsit could be.”

Another great green O flickered and shimmered briefly on the bridge, then vanished abruptly. I was getting used to it.

“Too bad he can’t help us.”

“I’ve even tried that. Gildron has already tried to communicate with it. No luck.”

“Well, how about the local drive? Assuming we can identify it.”

“That won’t do us any good, if the O’s show up in this sector. They’ll be on us in a flash. The actual propulsive power for the ship appears to be an antimat drive. The D-neg is used to generate and hold open the wormhole.”

“Yeahright.” I lapsed into silence. Tara was absolutely right. It was the stardrive or nothing. We were on the wrong side of the galaxy, and we understood nothing about the stardrive.

“Have you ever heard of the C.S. New Worlds?” Tara asked.

“Yesit’s one of those ghost ships, isn’t it?”

“That it is, trooperthat it is. It was one of the early explorers, in the first generation of stardrives. A fully-equipped scientific research vessel, with the mission of mapping the galaxy and discovering new worlds. They thought they had the antimat drive perfected. But they were wrong.”

“Is that the one that keeps sending off signals?”

“That’s the one. They blundered into another universean extension of our own. The signal probes pop back into our universe every few years. But the starship doesn’t. They have no idea whether or not their probes are getting through. It’s just a fluke, that the probes can make it back but the ship can’t. They’re all still alive, cruising unholy stars in an alternate universe. We have a very full record of their activitiesan invaluable look into that particular universe. And the info in the probes keeps getting stranger and stranger. Several generations have grown up by now in the C.S. New Worlds, people who’ve never been off the ship. And they’ll never return. They can’t return, and we can’t help. There’ve been a few reports of a spectral ship glowing like a star, struggling to break free from the hole, then vanishing. I don’t believe that, of course. But that’s what they say.”

I was quiet. Tara wet her lips with her tongue, then continued. “There are other ships that disappeared into the hole, plenty of them. Ghost shipsthat never came back. We’re populating other universes, Wester. Who knows, maybe that’s where we all came from. A lost ship marooned in time, circling a virgin world in an alien universe. Gods from the stars, to start a new race.”

“Shut down,” I said. “Just shut the hell down!” I did not want to hear it. We were in enough trouble already, without worrying about things that hadn’t happened yet.

“Gildron won’t let us play with the E!” Willard shrieked suddenly.

“You can’t play with the E, honey,” Tara said patiently. “It’s dangerous. Why don’t you play with the toolpak?”

“We don’t WANT to play with the toolpak!”

“It’s funthere’s a lot of stuff in there.”

“We SHOULD play with the E! It’s OURS!”

“Can’t you shut him down?” I asked.

“Shut him down yourself!” Tara snapped. Wonderfulnow she was upset with me, just because I’d yelled at her. Perfect! Marooned in the Omega Spiral with a stunningly beautiful girl who suddenly decides she can’t stand the sight of me. Good move, Thinker.

“It should play with us.” Willard stood before me, gazing at me gravely.

“Play with Gildron, all right?”

“Gidron is BORING! It won’t let us play with the E!”

“I won’t let you play with the E either.”

“It SHOULD!”

“Why don’t you do something useful?” I asked. “You don’t even know your ABC’s, do you?”

“We do.”

“Gildron says you don’t. Gildron knows his ABC’s.”

“Gidron is STUPID!”

“Widdard doopid,” Gildron growled ominously.

“We are NOT! We know our ABC’s! ABCDEFGSIJK “

I let it fade, glaring at the controls. We were finished, unless we could fire up this pile of junk and get out of the neighborhood, fast. But there was no way we could understand these controls. It was just lightsa rainbow of lightsevery color in the spectrum. I looked over at the adjoining control panels, and the displays on the ceiling, over the plex. The sameevery color in the spectrum.

“Tara “

“Shut down! I’m busy!”

“Say, Tarahave you noticed the colors?”

“I’ve been staring at them for hours, trooper. What about the colors?”

“Well, they use the same colorsin every control panel.”

“There’s only so many colors, Beta Three. If you were a little more alert, you’d have noted that they use all the colors of visible light, and go into the ultra violet and infrared spectrum. I checked. So they’re using color-coding. So what? Unless we know what it means, we can’t do a thing. And you’ve got to start by understanding those damned holos.”

“Maybe it’s the same for every procedure.”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe the colors are the procedure. Maybe you start at one end of the spectrum and just go from one color to the next, until the procedure is completed. Maybe it’s the same, whether you’re ordering breakfast or going into stardrive. Just find the right control panel and touch the right series of colorswhich is always the same. Like the alphabetA,B,Cthe same every time. Or 1, 2, 3. Look at the patternsthe colors. There’s an arrangement. A gradual deepening of color, from top to bottom.”

“I noticed. I thought it was like a keyboard. Something to control the holos.”

“What if it’s an alphabet? Only you always start at ‘A’ and it never changes? Maybe we can forget the holos. They’re always changing. Maybe it’s because they’re purely decorative.”

Tara stared at the control panel, silent.

“Tara?”

“I said shut down. I’m thinking.”

“Will you please stop doing that?” Tara asked. I was looking out the viewport, lost in dark dreams, honing the edge of my cold knife against the cenite sharpener on the scabbard. I stopped. The edge was razor sharpI could probably split an atom with it. The cold knife was Legion issue, a single slab of black cenite, brutal and functional, completely devoid of soul. This one had been with me since Planet Hell.

“I was just sharpening it,” I said softly. Tara did not respond. She was busy with the tacmod and the controls. She was numbering some of the colored control tabs with a lightpen. I had lost interest in the task. I knew she was smarter than I waslet her do it.

Gildron hummed a strange song. Willard dozed in his arms, exhausted. We were all tired. I pressed the edge of the knife against the heel of my thumb and gently sliced downwards. The skin split and a thin line of blood appeared. I could barely feel it. It was sharp, all right.

I put the knife down. Our three E’s were beside me, along with our remaining contac and psybloc grenades. I had checked out all three E’sthey were functioning perfectly. What could go wrong? There were no moving parts. Perfect, unholy tools. Just what we needed for our unholy trade.

It was cold. Too cold for humans, this far from home. I could not take my eyes off the viewport. Strange dark stars and an evil, dead world, rolling past below us. No human had ever seen this before. The Omega SpiralDeadman! It was cold inside the O ship, but it was colder yet in my heart. I had never asked for thisbut I certainly deserved it. I had stepped through the Legion gatewhat a fool! I deserved everything I got. I should have knownI should have known! We were all going to die in this alien ship, on the far side of the galaxy. We were not going to get homenot ever!

“It’s done,” Tara said. “They’re all marked. I’m certain you’re rightand Tess confirms it. There’s a lot more to do, but this much is done.”

“I’m not right,” I said. “I’m wrong. It can’t possibly be that simple. If it was, Willard could pilot this ship.”

“Yeswhat simple beauty! Just follow the colors, and you’re there. Why should things be so complicated? This is where science is leading usto simplicity.”

“You’re going to blow us all to hell.”

“Would you rather stay here?” Tara turned her lovely face to mine, blinking Assidic eyes. I had always been able to float away under her gaze. Even after I lost her, on our home world, Galgos, she had always been with me in the back of my mind.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad,” I said. I picked up the knife again and resumed honing it. “We’d have ourselves. Plenty of food and waterwe could live here forever, in our own world. We even have a kid to raise. And if you get tired of me, there’s always Gildron.”

She turned back to the controls. “You forget the O probably want their ship back.”

I did not respond. She was certainly right. I had gone for a walk into the dark heart of the ship when Tara was working on the controls. I had come back quickly. The place gave me the creeps. I certainly didn’t want the bloody ship.

But the Legion didand anybody else, including the O’s, would have to kill me to get it back.

“You’re bleeding,” Tara observed.

“Sorry.” I continued honing the knife. The damned thing was beautifullike a woman.

“You’d better calm down, Wester.”

“I’m calm.”

“No you’re notyour mind is very tense. Please try to relax. We’ll be out of here shortly.”

“Out of here right. Where shall we go?”

“Anyplace on the other side of the galaxy would be an improvement. I can set the nav function for anywhere.”

I held up the knife to examine the edge. There was blood on the blade. “I’ll tell you exactly where we’re going,” I said.

A harsh buzzing. A light popped to life on an overhead control panel, flashing on and off. The buzzing continued.

“Now what?” I put the knife down again.

“There’s no way of knowing,” Tara said calmly.

“Wonderful,” I said. “That’s just great! We’re getting set to do a blind star hop on an alien ship, with no idea what we’re doing, and now something else is wrong. That’s just terrific!” I stood up. Something snapped past the viewport, outside. I froze.

“Calm down, Wester. Please! I’m starting to worry about you.”

I reached for an E and picked it up.

“What are you doing, Wester?”

“There’s something out there!”

“What?”

“There’s something out there!” I strained to see out the viewportnothing. Only the stars, and the dead world we were orbiting.

“What do you mean?” Tara watched me warily.

“Something flashed past the viewport, Tara. I’m not imagining it. Something small and darkand fast.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure!”

“What did it look like?”

“I don’t know! It was too fast!”

Gildron was with us now, picking up his E. Willard was awake and not happy about it.

“Tess!” Tara commanded her Persist. “Scan near and far space. What’s out there?”

“No life detected. The exterior configuration of the ship has recently changed.”

“What? Show us the change.” I picked up my tacmod. The changes were highlightedfive little protrusions, scattered randomly on the hull.

“Analysis, Tess.”

“First object examined is ninety-seven percent iridium mixed with silver, rhodium, palladium, gold, traces of other metals. Objects are bonded to the ship. Origin unknown. Further information required.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“It means someone’s going to have to go out there,” Tara said, “and see what it is. Iridium hmm. According to Tess, it’s a natural metal, found mostly in asteroids. But Tess says it shouldn’t be ninety-seven percentthat’s much too high. I don’t know what this could be.”

“I’ll suit up,” I said. Under siegewe were under siege. The bastards just wouldn’t leave us alone. When was it going to end? And how?

“No, Wester. I’ll go. You stay here. Just stay here.”

“I’m all right.”

“I know you are.”

“All right, I’m not all right. But I’m going out there anywayno arguments! Help me suit up.”

“Wester, pleaselet me go.”

“I’ll go. We can’t afford to lose you, Tara. I can’t pilot this damned ship. I’ll be all right! Quit worrying!”

Outside in the vac, I chewed on mags. I was ice cold, but I felt just fine. I walked the skin of the Omni ship like an intruding insect. The ship was a massive, triangular wedge of blackened cenite with a long nose boom.

I had come out an airlock topsides, but I was well back of the front viewportI was alone. Cold stars burnt overhead, a magnificent panorama of alien constellations, strange nebulae of silver dust and a faint glowing road in the sky.

Atom’s Road, I thought. It was the nucleus of our own galaxy, seen from the wrong side. And all we had to do was follow the stars to the other edge.

“Play me the stars, Sweety.” The music of the stars, crawling over my skin. Sweety knewshe knew me better than anyone. I snapped the safeties off my E. The right leg of the A-suit was dead, but it was all rightI could still walk.

“Turn off that music, Wester. Can you hear me?” Tara, right in my ears.

“I hear you fine, Tara. You see everything?”

“The monitor’s clear, Wester. The first one is right up aheadbe careful!”

I had a great view of the dead world we were orbiting. This was surely the last stop, the last world, on the very edge of our galaxy. After this there was nothing. After this, you would die from the distance. It was a massive, cold, dark rock pitted with the scars of the dust of the cosmos. Last stop, I thought. Omega Spiral, Null Six Sector, a dead world with no name. Last stop, for the Legion. I looked into the pocked face of that nameless rock and saw our God, the Legion’s harsh God, looking right back at me.

I turned my face away. The first protrusion was right up ahead. I approached it carefully, my E on laser. Tara could see it clearly in the tacmod; she could see everything I could.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Let me get closer.”

Whatever it was, it put a chill to my flesh. It was a dark metallic lump, delta-shaped, a little over a mike long, with a thin extension at one endlike a tail. A black star howled in my ears.

“You getting that, Tara?”

“I see it.”

“You ever see anything like this, Sweety?”

“I cannot identify this creature, Thinker. However, I now detect a living coreit is alive.”

Alive. The stars burnt silently overhead. I had it centered in my sights.

“It’s made of metal, Sweety. How can it be alive?”

“I detect extremely powerful molecular acids, Thinker. It appears that the cenite hull is under attack.”

“Under attack? You mean this thing eats cenite?”

“Wester!” Tara interrupted, urgently. “The New Worlds!”

“What about the New Worlds?”

“That’s one of the things they reportedflocks of weird metallic parasites cruising deep space, suddenly attacking the ship, eating the hull. Our tacmods don’t know about it because nobody else ever reported it. The information from the New Worlds had been getting so bizarre, it was hard to judge what was real and what was not, so it was never added to the database. But I remember it now, I read every one of those dispatches. Iridium! What did they call themvac leeches, that’s it. The damned things are so dense they can survive in the vac. They can sleep for millions of years, then awaken to vector in on an approaching source of metal. And they feed off the metal, producing everything they need from the chemical reactions.”

“Vac leeches,” I said quietly. Wonderful.

“Get them off, Wester! We’ve got to kill them all, or they’ll eat right through the hull. This is their new homethey’re not leaving. Kill them, Wester!”

“Sure you wouldn’t rather try and communicate with them?”

“Use the laser, Wester. Drill holes in the damn’ things, then cut them off the hull. Make sure they’re dead, then toss them into the vac. It they’re alive, they’ll come back!”

“How about keeping one for a souvenir? Something that can live in the vac might be of great interest to the Legion.”

“I don’t care about that, Wester. Just kill the damn’ things, and get rid of them.”

“You’ve changed, Tara.”

“So have you! Get to work!”

“Yes sir!” I drilled the first creature from side to side with the laser. It took awhile to burn all the way through. A spray of evil gas burst out the other side, but the creature did not move. It remained stuck to the skin of the ship. The tail snapped off and drifted away.

“These things are not too smart,” I reported.

“Do you think it’s dead?” Tara asked.

“It’s made out of metalhow do I know? I can’t find a pulse.”

“Separate it from the hull.”

“Whatever you say.” I grabbed ahold of it and pulled. Nothingit did not budge.

“It’s fused to the hull,” I said.

“Use the laser!”

I cut it off with the laser and lifted it up in one hand. The hull was scarred and pitted. The underside of the creature was pretty awful, covered with puckered little round holes that looked like suckers or probes. Nothing moved. I tossed the thing off into the vac.

“Leech One gone,” I said. “Let me know if it comes back, and we’ll try something else.”

“Get back here, Wester!” Tara sounded frightened.

“What? I’ve got four more of these things to go.”

“Get back here now! Quickly!”

I hustled. What else, Deadman? What the hell else?

Chapter 17

Silver Bullet

I stepped out of the airlock back into the ship, my A-suit suddenly running with moisture. Tara was right there, E in one hand. Willard huddled in a corner and Gildron crouched in a doorway, E at his shoulder, covering the corridor. A psybloc grenade was popping and spitting out there.

“What’s the sit?” I asked, snapping off my helmet.

“There’s something in the ship, Wester,” Tara said. She was pale and tense.

“What is it?”

“We don’t know! Movement, midships.”

“Sweetyreport! What have you got?” I joined Gildron by the door to the corridor with some difficulty, dragging my dead leg, pausing in the doorway with my E at my shoulder.

The psybloc grenade was still burning.

“No life, no movement, situation normal,” Sweety replied calmly.

“There’s nothing there, Tara.”

“I know! But there was something there. Movement! A great deal of movementTess reported it!”

I took a deep breath. “I see,” I said.

“It was midships, Wester. Movement! Let’s gowe’ve got to investigate!”

“Terrific,” I said. “I suggest we resolve this before those vac leeches eat through the hull. Help me out of this A-suitI can’t move in this grav.”

In the heart of the ship, everything changed. The corridors were still round but they were dark and cold and wet, built of coiled cenite, a road for the dead, the overhead bristling with awful, nameless devices. I had been in corridors like this before, in the Mound on Uldo and in the O’s starbase on Andrion 3. I had felt then that we were in the entrails of some gigantic beast. Now, creeping down that obscene road, I felt the same. It was dark. There was just enough light to find our way around. I pulled the pin on a psybloc grenade and clutched it in my left hand. All I had to do was release my grip and the grenade would fall, and activate.

“We’ve only got three psybloc grenades left,” Tara whispered. “We can’t fight the O’s without them.”

“There’s nobody here, Tara,” I said, “so quit your whining.”

Willard was with us, sticking close to Tara, hiding behind her legs. He was a little young for a recon mission, but Tara refused to leave him behind.

Icy drops, splattering in my hair, running down my face. My heart pounded. Movementwhat could it have been?

“Report, Sweety.”

“No life, no movementsituation normal.”

“It was right up ahead,” Tara said.

“Isn’t this where we stashed the O’s?”

“Yes. Yes, it is.” We had dragged the four awful corpses into a room midway between the bridge and the stardrive and left them there. A present for the Legion, should we ever return.

“Tara, you’d better stay with the kid. Gildron, come with me.”

“Be careful, Wester!”

“You should have told me that before I joined the Legion.”

There was alien blood all over the corridorpale whitish sticky blood, more than I remembered. The door snapped open as Gildron and I approached, our E’s pointing into the darkness within.

I stepped in, cautiously. The room was dark. No life, Sweety said. I scanned the room with the light from the E. Three dead O’s on the deck, shot all to hell. A horrible stench. Cold sweat, trickling down my temples. I backed out of the room into the corridor. Gildron and I scanned the corridor. Nothing.

“Zree V,” Gildron informed me calmly. “Zree!”

“Well?” Tara was against a corridor wall, shielding Willard with her body.

“One of our O’s went for a little walk,” I informed her.

“What do you mean?” She hissed it.

“There’s only three bodies in there,” I explained. “There should be four.”

“That’s impossible!” she gasped. “Tess, scan the ship! Find the missing body!”

“The body is not present within the ship,” Tara’s tacmod replied immediately. Tara was speechless, for the very first time. I was breathing a little faster than normal, I’ll admit. Under siegeyes, we were certainly under siege. Vac leeches outside, and something else roaming around inside.

“We’d better get back to the bridge,” I said. Tara did not respond.

“Wester to Tara. You still with us?”

“There’s no other exit from that room, is there, Wester?” She sounded perfectly calm.

“Not as far as I can tell.”

“Then we weld the door shut. From the outside. Let’s do it!”

“Let’s just forget about it, all right, Tara?”

“Nowe weld the door. Now!”

“I think we should get back to the bridge.”

“We will. But I don’t want a repeat of this, whatever it is. Weld the door.”

“Weld the door.” I sighed. “Good idea.”

“Did the V come back?” Willard asked. We were on the bridge, awaiting our fate. We had not only welded the door, we had booby-trapped the corridor. Anyone approaching the room with the bodies was going to get one big, nasty surprise.

“We’re not sure, honey,” Tara responded carelessly. She was working on the controls again, and she was not happy. I was not happy either. Gildron and I crouched by the main door to the bridge with our E’s. We had left the bridge door openwe wanted a clear field of fire down the corridor. I had a live psybloc grenade clutched in one hand, and another at my waist. Tara had the third one. My E was set on auto canister x, safeties off. Just a single twitch of my finger and the entire corridor would eruptnothing would survive. Nothing! Several contac grenades were lined up before me on the deck, ready to go. I was slick with sweat.

“Can we help?” Willard asked. He dumped the contents of my toolpak all over the deck.

“Sure,” I said. “You can be chief of security. And Gildron, here, he’s in charge of strategic planning. Is that all right with you, Tara?”

“Fine,” she snapped back, “and what do I do?” She was still fooling around with the controls.

“You’re the bus driver, Tara. You’re in charge of transportation. You’re supposed to get us out of here. But you can be my One, too, if you like. Sure, why not? I’ll promote youyou’re now acting One of Squad Beta, Second of the Ship. I don’t want to think any more, I’m sick of it. You’re in charge, Tara.”

“I’m honored,” she replied coldly. “And what about you? What are you going to do?”

I laughed, and snapped the E up to my shoulder, aiming it down the corridor. The scope brought it right up to meperfect.

“I’m your E, Tara,” I said. “I’m your weapon. Just aim me at the O’s when they come. Just throw me at them. I’m your attack dog. I’m a mindless biogen, totally expendable. I’m a silver bullet, for alien intruders. Just give me the word, Tarajust set me loose! I’ll kill all your enemies, I’ll tear out their throats and come back happy and lie at your feet. Just feed me ammothat’s all I need.” I cradled the E in my arms. It was coldI was shivering. The E was all I really needed, in this life. Who could possibly want anything else?

“Wester, I’d like you to take an icer.” Tara had left her post by the controls and was rooting around in a medpak.

“I don’t need an icer,” I said. “An icer is the last thing I need. I’ve been chewing mags like candy.”

“I know you have, Wester. And you’ve got to calm down! We’re all in this together. We all depend on you, Wester. Please?” She knelt beside me, holding the little green tablet in her fingers. I took it from her and popped it into my mouth.

“You can be the medic, too,” I said. She didn’t move.

She just knelt there, hanging her head. Gildron gazed at her curiouslyhe knew her moods better than I did. Willard banged away with the tools on the deck.

“Something wrong?” I asked. It was probably the most idiotic question of the year, considering our situation.

She shook her head wearily, continuing to stare at the floor. “I can’t do it, Wester.”

“You can’t do what?”

“The controls. It’s not going to work. Your theory is rightI’m sure it’s right, and so is Tess. But it’s not enough. A great deal is missing. I can’t integrate the nav function with the stardrive controls. I’m not even sure I’ve found the right controls yet! It’s all so complex! We’re just guessing what does what. I’ve tried everythingthere’s no way of knowing what’s right, and what’s wrong. And if we do it wrong, we die.”

“I see.” I still clutched the psybloc grenade in my left hand.

“I’m sorry, Wester. I’ve failed. I’d only be kidding us both if I said there was any hope. There’s no way out.”

“Well, I appreciate that input. Thank you for keeping me informed.” Cold sweat, trickling down my face. I carefully slid the pin back into the psybloc grenade and set it on the deck. Tara did not move. It was not like her. I shifted the E to my left hand and raised her chin with my right. She didn’t look too good.

“When was the last time you slept, Tara?”

“I really thought we could do it, Wester. I really did.”

“I don’t believe you’re going to give up.”

“I wanted to do it for Willardif not for us. Just to give him his life back. Only that.”

“You need some rest. You can’t think straight like this.”

“I can’t rest, with vac leeches boring holes in the hull, and whatever else loose inside the ship.”

“The leeches can wait. It’ll probably take them months to actually cut through the hull. You need some restnow!”

“I can’t rest!” Her eyes blazed again. “We’ve got to get out of here, Wester! But there’s at least four different ways I’ve come up with to sequence the launch procedure. And probably others I haven’t thought of! And they all could be wrong! I have no idea which, if any, will work!”

“Lookif we stay here, we’re dead. Let’s just choose oneany one. Blind fate. We go with the Gods, we live or die. Do you really think any of this is up to us, Tara?”

She shuddered. I put an arm around her shoulders and gently drew her to me. Silky hair and sweet, faintly musky sweat. Gildron leaned forward and put one massive hand lightly on Tara’s head. Our guardian angel. Willard joined ushe knew something was wrong. “We want to come, too,” he said quietly.

“A roll of the dice,” I said, “and we live, or die. No regrets. We go together. All right?”

“Together,” Tara said quietly.

“Together!” I declared.

“Do gaza,” Gildron said.

“And us, too,” Willard added.

But it wasn’t quite that simple. Tara kept working, determined to improve our chances. I lost track of time; I have no idea how many hopeless hours we spent on that alien bridge with Tara at the controls, working grimly on her tacmod, muttering under her breath like a witch brewing up some unholy spell. A dark infinity, as I squatted by the door sweating, while wild fantasies danced in my mind and Gildron stared sightless into space and Willard whined and cried, tired and scared, and Tara moaned away, cursing herself.

I finally forced her from the controls, insisting she rest, and she cuddled with Willard on the deck under a blanket and the two of them were asleep in moments. I rejoined Gildron at the door. I peeled off my tunic and threw it in a cornerit was soaking again.

Gildron was awake, but dreaming. I don’t think he even saw me. He was a strange creature, a massive rocklike body with a bony, craggy face, prominent brow ridges and sunken, dreamy eyes. His body was covered with tangled hair. According to Tara, he was smarter than we were. I can’t say it showed.

I drifted off with my E in my arms and grenades on the floor. Cold sweat slowly trickled down my cheeks and I slept an exhausted, fitful sleep, propped against a wall by the door. At first Gildron’s face kept coming back to me in silent, rushing waves of sleep, and then he faded away.

Priestess appeared suddenly in roaring white-hot flames, screaming in agony, shrieking for help, enveloped in the fiery breath of the O, her A-suit glowing and spitting, her Persist calling out the warnings as she staggered blindly, lost in the flames, her armor fusing, death only instants away. She flamed brightly, burning like a star, lost and doomed, running blindly to her death, and only I could help her. I threw myself into the flames, enraged, adrenalized, and Sweety had her on scope. Priestess was screaming my nameThinker! Thinker! Thinker! Help me! Thinker! Thinker! Thinker!

“Thinker! Thinker! Alert! Alert! Movement!” I snapped awakeSweety called me back to reality. Gildron leaped to his feet with his E, standing in the doorway, a gigantic warrior poised to smite our foes. I scrambled to my feetTara threw her blanket off, stunned into consciousness.

“Report, Sweety! Where is the target?”

“Midships, Thinker! Lower level, as marked!” Sweety’s response was immediate. “The target appears to be an Omni. No life.” I snatched up the tacmod and looked at the reading.

It was nowhere near the room we had stashed the O’s. Now what?

“Explain!” Tara snapped. She was standing by my side, E up and safeties off.

“The target is moving,” Sweety said. “Positive reading! Visual and thermal image is that of an Omni. However, I detect no life signs. Image does not correspond with a holo projection!”

“Wonderful,” I said. “Let’s go!” I picked up the psybloc grenade and pulled the pin. Gildron was beside me as we stepped into the corridor.

“I’m taking Willard!” Tara exclaimed. Willard was on her like a leech, pale and silenthe knew where we were going.

“Suit yourself,” I said. I was convinced we were all going to dieit didn’t much matter where Willard met his fate.

Midships, lower levelwe paused by a tall guardrail.

It was a vast, cavernous hall of metal, an icy cathedral for the walking dead. We could see up at least four levels, and down several more. We had taken an elevator down. The deck was a metal grate, slick under our boots. The air was charged with moisturemist rose overhead, a faint rain, icy drops bursting on my naked shoulders. We were all ready to fire, our E’s tracking the darkness for a target. But there was nothing there.

“The target is no longer present, Thinker,” Sweety said calmly. “This is the target’s former position.”

I looked over the railing. Nothing. I was freezingbut the water felt good on my wounds.

“You should have brought your tunic,” Tara said. “You’re going to get a chill.”

“With any luck, it’ll be fatal,” I replied.

“Movement!” Sweety reported. “I detect three O’s, as marked, no life signs, moving in the corridor.” Three O’s moving, upper level, midships. Right where we had stored the bodies!

“It’s not possible!” Tara whispered in horror.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I replied. “Let’s gothey’re right in the hot zone! It was a diversion, to get us out of the way!” We hustled, Gildron and I on point, leaping into an open elevator. Tara and Willard jumped in after us and we started up, icy air rushing past, safeties off, the psybloc grenade clutched tightly in my left hand.

A thunderous blast rolled through the ship, then a series of titanic cracks, the shock waves buffeting us. The elevator stopped smoothly.

“Got you! Got you, you green slime!” We burst off the elevator and charged down the corridor, throwing ourselves right at the target, still on the tacmap, three glowing O’s. I was working myself into a killing rage even as I realized they had set off our grenades and that they must be torn, shredded, spitting flames, dying.

Another deafening blast, another mighty fist of air. “The welded door has been breached,” Sweety reported. The corridor was crackling electric blue flames right up ahead. I tossed the psybloc grenade ahead of us as we approached. It exploded, dazzling white-hot actinic rays. We walked into it and the corridor was wreathed with smoke.

An O appeared.

It turned as we approached, looming over us out of the smoke, not even in armor, something in its arms. It was tenderly holding the corpse of its comrade, one of the O’s we had killed. Our eyes locked for just a frac and it stood there weaving in the smoke, cradling the dead, blinking wet alien eyes. It was such a human gesture that I sucked in my breath in surprise. But that wasn’t going to stop meI was a mad dog, and nothing was going to stop me. I fired, auto canister x. The wall erupted behind the O, and phospho tracers ricocheted all over the corridor. The dead O danced in his comrade’s arms, riddled yet again. But the live onehe stood there unhurt, untouched. I whimpered.

“No life signs!” Sweety added ominously.

Tara fired auto canister x and the corridor wall behind the O disintegrated, splattering us all with burning globs of liquid cenite. Tara’s white-hot canister darts flashed right through the O as I watched, stupefiedright through it!

The O hugged its dead comrade closer, then freed one great spidery arm and gestured to us. A mighty nova exploded in my face, dazzling me, ripping open my brain. I fell into the light, clawing helplessly at nothing.

Crackling stars danced all around my head as I struggled to retain consciousness. I twitched on the deck, gasping for air. Tara and Willard and Gildron were down, too, Tara struggling to raise her head, her E gone, Willard squirming behind her, Gildron stunned, sprawling face-down, mouth open, a fine smoke drifting past us, charged with fiery ash. The door to the O’s death room came into sight, the doorway glowing, flames licking up the wall, the door blown half open, fused to the frame.

And as I watched, another O stepped out of the doorway cradling an alien body in its arms. The first O was already disappearing down the corridor with the first body. They were recovering their dead! A hot thrill of pride and admiration shot through my heart. I can’t describe it, but it was just as if I was watching soldiers of the Legion risking their lives to recover their dead, in the face of the enemy. It didn’t make any sensethe dead were dead. But it didn’t have to make any sense, to usit was what the Legion did. I felt the same for those Omni troops, recovering their own, no matter what. And suddenly I wanted them to do it, I wanted them to succeed. It wasn’t going to stop me from trying to stop them, but I hoped to Hell they made it.

I spotted my E on the deck and tried to reach it, but my limbs were out of control, twitching wildly.

” holos, repeat holos,” Sweety said. “These O’s are artificial energy images, source unknown. They are projecting vac force! They have the power to affect material objects.”

Tell me something I don’t know, Sweety! I was on my back flapping my arms, trying to crawl to the nearest wall for some leverage. Gildron stood up. He still had his E.

“Fire, Gildron! Fire!” I was pleased to see I still had my voice. But Gildron did not fire. He just stood there, loosely holding the E at waist level.

Another O paused by the door. Smoke swirled lazily around him. I had lost track of eventsI believe there was another O, carrying away the last body, but this one was not carrying anything. An officer, I thoughtsupervising.

My skin crawled as I focused on his awful head. He wore some kind of chest protector and he was clothed in a dark metallic material. He looked at Gildron.

Willard cried, crawling towards Tara. I can’t say I blamed him. Tara twisted her body around, trying to find Gildron.

“Don’t fire, Gildron!” she shouted. “Put down the E!”

“Fire, Gildron!” I countered. “Shoot him!”

Gildron dropped the E, deliberately. He stood there like a great stone statue, a mighty man-beast, a great God. The O’s hand went up. He gestured towards Gildron. A little star came out of his palm, a hot white sparkling star. It floated lazily towards Gildron, spitting silent sparks, passing right over Tara.

“Look out!” I shouted. “Don’t touch it!” Willard screamed and cried, totally hysterical. Gildron stood right in its path, making no attempt to avoid it. The star paused before him, hovering in the air, faintly crackling.

And the O snapped out of existence with a sharp bang. One instant he was there, the next he was gone.

“Omni targets are no longer present within the ship,” Sweety reported. The door glowed and smoke hung in the air. The little star hovered before Gildron, blazing away. All was quiet except for Willard’s whimpering. He wrapped himself around Tara like a constrictor. I struggled to my feet and recovered my E. I stepped gingerly into the room where we had stashed the dead O’s, past the melting doorframe. They were goneall three of them. I felt good about thatgood. I returned to the corridor, still glassy-eyed with shock, and raised my E to target the star.

“Don’t you dare!” Tara pounced on me like a bloodcat, forcing the barrel up to the ceiling. “Are you crazy?”

“Are we going to just let it hang there?” I objected. “It could explode!”

“It’s not going to explode! I can feel it, from here. It’s not going to hurt us. Put the E away, Wester! The fighting is over.”

“Countdown!” Tara’s lovely face shone with excitement. She was activating the drive, trembling with energy and confidence. Gildron was by her side and the little star was hovering right above them. It had her, even then. I knew it was going to transform our lives. I huddled with Willard in a corner of the bridge. I didn’t want to go anywhere near the damned thing. Tara had given herself to it, completely. Her visions were a lot grander than mine. All I wanted at that point was to be left alone.

“We would have blown ourselves all to hell, Wester,” she said excitedly. “But you were right, about the colors. You were basically right. It’s fantastic, what it really is. Fantastic! It burnt a hole in my mind, Wester. It’s going to kill me, I know it, but I don’t care. I don’t care!” She had cried and screamed. Now she was laughing. “Don’t you want to know, Wester? I know everything now! You know why the launch was delayed? Why we wound up on the far side of the galaxy? The stardrive is defective, Wester, just as we thought. It doesn’t work! Know where they got the D-neg, Wester? Do you want to know?”

“No. I don’t. Just get us home, all right?”

“They weren’t on their regular drive, Wester. They were on D-neg all right, but for them it was an emergency procedurean escape. The drive wasn’t working, from their point of view. Do you know where they would have gone had the drive been working correctly?”

“No. Another galaxy?”

“No! They would have gone into another universe, Wester. Another universe! That’s where they’re from, Wester! That’s where they got the D-neg! They’re visitors from another universe! That’s where the O’s come froman alternate universe! Plane Prime, they call it. And our universe is Alternate Twothat’s what they call it. They’re visiting another universe, here. That’s why we were never able to track them, why we never knew where they had come from! That’s where they got the D-neg!”

“Deadman.” I was stunned. Another universe! D-neg drive was an inter-universe drive! The secrets of creation were ours, right in this ship. Oursand the Legion’s. I saw it all in a flash. The System was doomed. And the Legion would own the future, forever, triumphant and invincibleassuming we could make our way back and hand over the Ship and the star to the Legion. ConFree had been absolutely rightnothing would stop the Legion, with the secrets of the Ship.

“That’s right, Gildron, that’s right,” Tara was saying. “Lord, he knows it better than I do. Energy, discharge, shields, pros on, antis on, hot report what’s the reading? Deadman, it’s so easyso easy!” Gildron’s fingers flew over the controlshe knew exactly what he was doing. It was the Starit was going to change us all.

“It’s a gateway, Westera wormhole in spacetime, all the way to another universe. The Omega Spiral was just an emergency escape, for the O’s. A gatewaythink about it! It’s always been theoretically possible to break through, to make your own wormhole into another universe, with enough power. But antimat won’t do it. With antimat, you only get sucked into another universe if something goes drastically wrongif another universe is in the vicinity and you don’t know it and you power right in. And if you do that, you don’t ever get out. It’s the D-neg, Wester. It’s realthey’ve done it! Without the D-neg you could never do it, you’d never have sufficient negative pressure. A grain of D-neg to send you on your way to the future. It’s a time drive, as well. And we’re delivering it, to the Legion! You stay alert, trooper! This ship determines the future of our species. And it goes to the Legionnobody else! The first ConFree rep sets foot in here, you shoot him dead. Do you hear me, trooper?” Her face was twitching, and her eyes were blazing. Absolutely rightConFree’s analysis was perfectly correct. We were certainly far more dangerous than the System.

“Tenners,” I said. I wouldn’t mind killing ConFree repsnot at all. I had a few scores to settle with ConFree.

“Are we going home?” Willard asked quietly.

“Yes. We’re going home.” For the first time, I believed it.

“Why is Cinta angry? Is it angry with us?”

I allowed myself a smile. “No, Willard. She’s not angry with youshe loves you.”

“We love it,” Willard replied. “We love Cinta and Gildron, too.”

“Good. That’s good.” I squeezed him tight. He was a good kid.

“I know so much, Wester,” Tara said suddenly. “So much! It’s knowledge, Westera knowledge star! The secrets of the stars, Westerit’s all there! There’s so much, it flashes past, I don’t dare go into it, I can’t take too much at once. Just a little, just a little taste, and it fills your mind. The O’s know so much! Come on over here, Westertry some!”

“No thanks.”

“You have no idea how good it feels! I understand things I was never even aware of before!”

“That’s nice.”

“We’re going right where you want, Wester! It’s a good target! There’s a strong Legion presence there, and it’s so far out there shouldn’t be any ConFree drones! I’m going to use their local drivethe local drive, to reach the far side of the galaxy! The D-neg makes a wormhole almost effortlessly, and holds it open easilyand the farther away the target is, in light years, the closer it is to us via the stargate. Antimat alone could never do that. What a kick! I’m not even engaging the inter-universe drive. I know it will work, WesterI know it!”

“I’m ready.” I had been out on the hull, scraping off the rest of the vac leeches and rigging up our commo. We were ready to goI had even put my smelly tunic back on.

“Sit back, Wester. I’m about to put this baby into D-neg drive. See you on the other side of the galaxy.”

“Death.”

“Death it is!” And she launched.

When we broke into the future, Andrion 2 was just a silver speck in a black field of stars. I knew we had only instants to live, unless our message was received and believed. I was exhilarated to have survived the star jump, all juiced up and trembling with excitement. I had rigged up a line to the hullthe entire ship was one gigantic transmitter, on Legion freqs.

“Legion Andrion Two, this is Beta of CAT Two Four, Twelfth of the Twenty-Second,” I announced. “The Omni ship is under Legion control. Repeat, we have just exited stardrive in an Omni ship, now approaching Andrion Two. Do not fire! This ship is a prize of war and is completely under Legion control. There are no O’s on board. Repeat, this is Beta of CAT Two Four, Twelfth of the Twenty-Second. Do not fire! We welcome your boarding party!”

Silence, from the Legion. I could feel the beating of my heart. Tara was frozen at the controls, chewing on her lower lip. Willard was beside her. The star floated quietly just over Gildron’s head, glowing.

“Don’t fail us, Sweety,” I whispered.

“One crash starlaunch underway,” Sweety replied quietly. “Two three six combat invac crash launches from orbit around Andrion Two. Multiple downside targeting systems activating. I detect five combat invac crash launches from orbit around Andrion Three. Deceptors! Starburst! Legion fighters launched and probinglocking on! Combined multiple locks! Downside defensive systems locking on and targeting! Fighters locked! Combat speed! Armament live and locked!”

“GALACTIC NOVA!” The alert boomed through the ship. “THIS IS LEGION COMMAND, ANDRION SYSTEM! WE ARE UNDER OMNI ATTACK! GOING TO BLACKOUT!”

“Legion Andrion, repeat!” I shouted frantically. “The Omni ship has been seized by a Legion unitwe have captured and secured the ship! This is Beta of CAT Two Four, Twelfth of the Twenty-Second, approaching Andrion Two in a CAPTURED Omni ship! We request orbital instructions! Legion, we are not hostile! Do not fire! Repeat, this is a prize of war, acknowledge, acknowledge!”

“Autofire locked!” Sweety warned us. “ALERT! ANTIMAT TORPEDOES LAUNCHED! Repeat, Legion fighters have fired antimat torpedoes, torpedoes are launched, live and locked! I count three, four, six NOVA! NOVA! ABANDON SHIP! I RECOMMEND ABANDON SHIP IMMEDIATELY!”

“Deto!” I glared out the viewport, convulsed and enraged. “We’re dead!”

Tara seized my tacmod and triggered the comset. “Legion! This is Captain Antara Tarantos-Hanna of Starcom, Galactic Information, speaking for Outvac Sector Command! Hold your fire! This ship is not hostile! It is a valuable prize of war, taken at great cost by the Legion! Don’t you dare fire!”

“It’s too late,” I told her. “They’ve already fired.”

Regrets, I thoughtso many regrets. I would never see Priestess again. And Moontouchto have come so close, only to die. But I was too tired to do anything about it. I knew there was nothing at all that could be done.

“Are we going to die?” Willard asked me. I did not answer.

“Antimat torpedoes vectoring in,” Sweety reported. “Fracs to impact nineeightsevensix “

“Goodbye, Tara,” I said, overwhelmed with sorrow. “We sure as hell tried!”

“I can’t believe they’re going to do this!” she gasped in horror.

“Twooneimpact!” A metallic bang rocked the ship. I could taste the adrenalin in my mouth. Another! Another! Another, cenite echoes crashing through the corridors. The controls lit up suddenly and alarms shrieked through the bridge, bringing a chill to my skin.

“Impact! Impact! Impact!” Sweety counted off, and I was shaking, waiting for death. Willard was hysterical, terrified.

“OMNI SHIP! THIS IS LEGION COMMAND! YOUR HULL HAS BEEN SUCCESSFULLY PENETRATED BY EIGHT ANTIMAT TORPEDOES! OPEN YOUR EXTERNAL PORTS IMMEDIATELY TO OUR BOARDING PARTY! IF THERE IS ANY RESISTANCE WE WILL DETONATE THE TORPEDOES AND DESTROY YOU! ACKNOWLEDGE IMMEDIATELY!”

“Legion, we are complying with your orders!” Tara replied instantly. My heart was hammering. Salvation! They had set the torpedoes to detonate on command rather than on impact! Perfect! The Legion reacted perfectly, and we were going to live! A crooked grin slowly crept over my sweaty face. I could hardly believe it!

Chapter 18

The Gods of the Book

Downside, I closed my eyes as icy water sluiced over my tortured flesh. The shower was so delightful I could have been in Heaven. But it wasn’t Heavenit was Alpha Station that had been Alpha Base that had been Zero Alpha, our first zero on Andrion 2. Squad Beta had been on that first drop, our first real combat drop onto an alien world. It seemed like a million years ago.

Stunned and happy, I stepped out of the shower, toweling myself dry. I opened the window port and a soft breeze flowed through the little cube. I had a good view of the station and the starport. An aircar whistled past somewhere overhead, invisible. A puffy film of gossamer drifted just outside, riding the air with delicate wings. We called the creatures air angels. Memories rushed over me.

Perhaps Andrion 2 was my real homeI had made some good friends here among the Taka. More than friendsI had loved a Taka girl, and created new life. I could hardly believe I had returned.

This was a VIP cubethere was a largish table surrounded by airchairs. I sank into a chair, and picked up a Legion tracer from the table. The first thing I had done was to send a message to Beta.

SECRET PERS OPS PRIORITY

ANDRION2/314/06/21-0102

TO: LEGION COMMAND ULDO, 22 LEGION, 12 CER, CAT 24, BETA, PERSONAL FOR BETA ONE OR ANY BETA SURVIVORS.

FRM: LEGION COMMAND ANDRION 2, BETA 3.

SBJ: BETA PERS.

TXT: CINTA, GILDRON, BETA 3 SURVIVED, NOW ON ANDRION 2. SEND NEWS FASTEST ON BETA CASUALTIES, SURVIVORS.

SECRET PERS OPS PRIORITY.

I put the tracer back on the table. I had wanted to add that the mission had been successful, but they hadn’t let me. The people who had to know would certainly be informed. I ran my hand through wet hair. It was over at last, for us.

But not for me. I dreaded the news that the response would bring. My mind swirled with images of Priestess. I did not know what I would do if she was not listed among the survivors. I rose from the chair and punched a cup of ice water from the console. A VIP cubeI was not used to such luxury. It made me uneasy.

The door slid open. Tara and Gildron stood there. Tara was grinning. She was absolutely lovely, sparkling with life, clad in Legion camfax, long auburn hair swirling around her shoulders. I put down the drink and walked over to the door and embraced her. She laughed with delight, fighting back.

“Watch out for my ribs, Wester! They’ve just patched me up!”

“Sorry!” I pulled away, and looked her over again. Pale brown skin, Assidic eyes, a white flash smileshe was an angel, walking the immortal’s road.

“Nice outfit,” Tara said. I was still in the towel.

“Oh, this old thing. Come on in. Deadman, it’s good to see you, Tara! We did it, didn’t we? We did it!”

“We certainly did, Wester. The Legion got its ship. What happens now is not up to uswe’ve done all we can!”

“So what’s the sit? What have you been up to?” I motioned her into an airchair and settled into another one next to her. Gildron found a chair by the wall and eased his massive body into it. He was silent, looking around the cube.

“I briefed the Commander personally on our mission,” Tara said. “I told him everythingincluding the attack by the ConFree strike force.”

“Did you tell him what they said about ConFree’s wanting the ship for the System?”

“Word for word. He went pale, Wester. I swear to Deadman.”

“So what happens next?”

“I sent a flash critic to Starcom Information. I told them we had captured an Omni starship, it is now in orbit around Andrion Two, and ConFree troopers had earlier attempted to seize it from the Legion to turn it over to the System. I requested immediate assistance, and I asked for my own ship backthe Maiden. They flashed back that my text was garbled and asked me to repeatthey couldn’t believe it! I flashed back the same damned thing and they acknowledged. I predict it’s going to get very busy here in no time at all.”

“Good. That’s great! What’s happening on the ship now?”

“The Legion is swarming over it, recording everything. I warned them not to touch anything until the science brains and lab rats get here. They’re going crazy!”

“Oh, that’s wonderful. Deadman! I can hardly believe this is working so well.”

“You can stop worrying, Wester. We’ve done our bitI’m going to relax now.”

“That’ll be the day! Where’s the kid?”

“Willard? He’s asleep in my room. He’s just like an angel when he’s asleep.”

I leaned over close to Tara and whispered in her ear. “Where is it?”

She pointed to the window. I touched the remote and the plex slid closed and blacked out. The overhead lights came on.

Tara nodded at Gildron. He opened his mouth and the Star came out, flickering softly, floating up to hover just below the ceiling. I gasped in delight. We had agreed to tell nobody about the Star. We had been worried about ConFree, and we did not want the Star to go on the record.

Tara wanted to deliver it personally to Starcom, and that sounded just fine to me. She had not even told me how she planned to smuggle it off the ship, and I had not asked. I had to admit it was a pretty good concealment. People tended to avoid Gildron anyway, and looking into his mouth was not high on anyone’s list of priorities.

“It’s miraculous, Wester.” She whispered right into my ear, her slim arms pulling me closer, a conspiratorial huddle in the faint glow from the Star. “It holds everythingso much knowledge! It’s going to kill me, WesterI know it is! We don’t even need the ship if we’ve got the Star.”

“Why did they give it to us?”

“They gave it to Gildron. I think it will allow us to leap directly into the futureif we’re wise.”

“But we’re not wise, are we?”

“Then it should allow us to destroy ourselves a lot quicker than we normally would. I think it’s a double-edged sword, Wester. The O’s are probably laughing. The frightening thing is that I think it really is going to be up to us, to wisely harness this knowledge. Because otherwise we all dieit’s already happening, Wester. Can’t you see it? ConFree against the Legionlunacy! It could be the beginning of a civil war that will make the Race Wars seem like a playschool spat.”

Her soft lips brushed against my ear and her silken hair flowed past my cheek like an airy waterfall. I was intoxicated by her presence. I turned my face towards her and looked into her eyes and it was Tara again, the girl from the past, blinking hot exotic eyes, parting her lips. I raised my hands to her face and kissed her, losing myself entirely in her. The cube spun around us slowly. She laughed and pulled away.

“Slow down, trooper! Are you trying to get me hot? Don’t forget, I’m a psycheryou know what that means.”

“I’d like to convert you.”

She looked into my eyes, and sighed. “I’d like that too, Wester.”

“So what’s stopping you?”

“It’s impossible, Wester.” She looked around, distracted. “There’s too much I have to do, first. Too much!”

“I thought you said you were going to relax now. And what about my reward? You promised!” I was shameless.

In reply she leaned forward and kissed me again. My arms went around her. A hot wet kiss, locked together in strange perfume and dreams of what might have been. My body was reacting to her tantalizing presence. She was so yielding, so vulnerable, I wanted to pick her up and carry her right over to the bed. But I didn’tGildron was glaring at us. He would have probably ripped my arms right out of their sockets.

When we came up for air, she was blinking away the tearsI could hardly believe it.

“I’m sorry, WesterI’m sorry! I know I promisedand I keep my promises. But not now. The time is not right. I’ll never forget you, Wester.”

“Are you leaving me again?”

“No. I don’t know. But I’ll say goodbye this time, before I leave.”

“Who could ask for more?” I was rapidly becoming depressed again.

“You’ve got things to do as well, don’t you, Wester?”

“Things to do. Yesthat I do.”

“All right. We’ll see you a little later. Gildron” she got up awkwardly, flushed and shaken. Gildron gently plucked the Star out of the air and popped it into his mouth.

“You’ll forgive me if I don’t get up,” I said. The towel was not going to hide my problem.

Tara gave me a sad little smile. “I understand,” she said. And they left.

Moontouch told me later of her dream. She saw me approach from over the mountains, from the north. When she awoke, she called out the clans. I came by aircar through a misty sky over the Mountains of the Exiles, heading south into God’s Garden, a fertile plain dotted with ancient flowertrees and laced with silver streams. I was headed for Deadeye. I knew exactly where Deadeye was because the Clouds were Taka auxiliaries, and Deadeye was a tribal leader. I knew Deadeye would be watching over Moontouch. I had made him promise, before I left. We were blood brothers, bound for life.

“Sure you don’t want to tell him you’re coming?” the pilot asked me. He looked like a midschooler, young and innocent, smiling cheerily into the morning. Another immortalI wondered how long he would live, and what horrors he would see.

“Noit’s a surprise. Just follow the c-cell.” Deadeye had a comset; all auxiliary comsets had c-cellsjust so we didn’t lose any. It made our Taka units exceptionally easy to track. Deadeye was right up ahead somewhere.

God’s Garden was just as lovely as the name implied, but you had to know Andrion 2 to appreciate such beauty. Clumps of bizarre white-stalked flowertrees were scattered over rolling red hills, extensive marshes reflected weak sunlight from the lowlands, and ragged flights of air angels drifted listlessly over it all. Hazy blue mountains lined the horizon.

“Looks like a whole gang of Scalers up ahead,” the kid said.

“Taka,” I corrected.

“Sorry.” He actually blushed. ‘Scaler’ was a derogatory term we had come up with when taking the planet.

I was surprised to learn it was still in use.

I could see them on scopehundreds of Taka, lined up abreast, almost as if for war. I wasn’t worriednobody could be closer to the Taka than I.

“Sure you want me to put you down there? They don’t look too friendly.”

“I’ll be all right.” I could see them out the plex, a strong force of Taka warriors, Dark Clouds and Red Hands from the Clan of the Sun, stretched across a wide flowery meadow in two ranks. I was completely relaxed but I could feel a little stirring somewhere deep inside me, watching those stone-age soldiers.

“Well, squawk if you need anything. Hope your friend is there.” The aircar banked into a tight turn, losing altitude, whistling over the trees. Light rain peppered the plex.

“He’ll be there.” I hadn’t told anyone about Moontouchonly Tara knew. And Tara knew everything.

We settled down in a field of knee-high flowers in a great halo of spray. I jumped out of the aircar.

“Good luck!” A cheery smile from the kid. I waved, and the aircar shot into the sky and turned back to the north, leaving me alone in my litesuit, comtop secured to my waist. I had an E strapped to my chest, but no plans to use it.

The Taka approached from across the meadow out of a scraggly tree line in a misty rain. A long line faced me abreast in perfect order. They were walking, carrying little shields of exoseg hide, stabbing spears and tridents. Hundreds of them, dressed in savage finery, painted for war. As they walked, their shields swayed from side to side in perfect rhythm, flashing all together, and then I heard them, chanting to strange gods in unison, the voice of the clans.

They stopped, as one. An icy crack rippled across the meadowspears banging against shields, all at once. Again, again, againcrack, crack, crackand it was like hundreds of E’s firing at once.

A terrifying, banshee howl arose from their ranksthe dogs of war, baying to the Gods of Hell. It put a chill to my spine. They charged forward suddenly and my heart leaped, but they stopped just as suddenly, slamming the spears to the shieldsBang! Bang! Bang! Two parallel ranks of warriors, front and rear. The rear rank broke through the front, howling, chanting, charging at breakneck pace, coming right at me. They, too, stopped suddenly, banging their shields.

They sang, a stirring savage chant, and I knew it was about brave warriors and lovely virgins and lost loves and vanished empires and doomed causes and soldiers dying young. Then they screamed, enraged, and danced forward, banging their weapons again, a horrific racket. They stopped. Bang! Bang! Bang! Forward, howling their war cries. Another stop. Bang! Bang! Bang! A second song, a rush of sweet melody; it could have been a church choir. It was about a boy, sacrificing himself for his people.

The rain stopped. A single warrior broke free from the ranks, naked to the waist except for a necklace of exoseg teeth, long tangled dark hair decorated with flowers, a tough black shield of exoseg chitin, a short stabbing spear balanced on his shoulder. He approached, walking directly towards me, confidently, and each time his feet struck the ground his warriors banged their shields. It was Deadeye Flowers, Standfast, Waterwalker, He Who Defies the Godsmy blood brother. And the earth shook as he approached, like a God.

His warriors howled, shrieking, foaming at the mouth, the ranks wavering, every single soldier eager to break into a wild charge and annihilate the enemy.

It was so beautiful I could only stand there, enchanted, and I knew I would never forget this moment with my alien brothers on Andrion 2.

Deadeye stood before me, his boyish face totally serious. He held out his spear for me. I reached out and grasped it, then released my grip. Deadeye had offered me his life and loyalty, and I had accepted. His warriors erupted, a savage cheer. We embraced like brothers.

“Deadeye!” I said in Taka. “You are a King!”

“Welcome, Slayer,” he responded. “I am only a slavebut I guard a Princess, and a boy who will be King.” He grinned, overjoyed to see me. “Your slave Moontouch, my Princess, commands me to bring you to her.”

“How did you know I was coming, Deadeye? How did Moontouch know? I told no one.”

“She speaks with the Gods of the Past, Slayer. She knew you would come today. She knows everything! Her power growsyou are her only weakness. You must be strong, Slayer. Do not let her take your soul!”

“She already has it, Deadeye. I rent it out weekly, to the highest bidder. She’s got it this week.”

“Do not joke about the Gods, Slayer. In the end the Gods will be laughing, and you will be crying.”

“I don’t doubt it. Where is Moontouch?”

Moontouch ruled from the dead city of Stonehall. It rose on six thickly forested hills in the heart of God’s Garden, a short walk from where Deadeye met me with his warriors. It had been Southmark’s pride, a great metropolis of wide canals and magnificent stone temples and massive, brutal fortress walls, a hundred generations in the past.

Now it was rubble. We approached it along a wide, dry gully that had once been a grand canal. It was lined with time-ravaged stone statues, soldiers of the Golden Sword. Battalions of ghost soldiers, still guarding that ghost canal, and every soldier was missing his head. The Horde had been here uncounted ages ago, and brought down Southmark in oceans of blood, and plunged the entire world into savagery, for the rest of time.

Moontouch inherited it allan empire of the mind.

She met us on the crumbling marble steps of a great mountain of stone, covered with mighty trees. She was just as I remembered her, slim and lovely, the Queen of the Dead, long silky black hair and tanned satin skin, dressed in a black robe. Her dark eyes were blazing. She was glowing like a nova, triumphant. And she was holding a child in her arms, a male child, over a year old, a beautiful child with his mother’s eyes and nose and mouth, and my fair skin, and fine long light hair that was all mine, and limbs that promised he would be tall and strong. He was surely the most lovely child I had ever seen in my short immortal life, and I knew he would become a prince, and lead his people against their foes, whoever they might be.

He held his mother tightly, and looked right into my soul. And Moontouch looked somewhere past me, into the sky, imperial and distant. She was flanked by her personal guard, Dark Cloud warriors who had pledged her their lives.

I hit the release on the autorecovery of my E and held the weapon out with both hands. The spears and tridents snapped back nervously and the slingshots whirled like a swarm of angry beesone false move and I would perish in a bloody pincushion of spears and a hail of rocks.

Moontouch reached out one finger, and gently touched the cold black barrel of my E. I went down on one knee. The Taka warriors broke into a fierce chant. I had offered her my life and loyalty, and she had accepted. I was hersand she was mine.

“I knew you would come,” she said. Only that. I did not answer. I was thanking the Gods. The chances of my ever returning to Andrion 2 had been about a billion to one. But I had done it, myself. Me and the Gods.

I knew I would probably have only a few days with her, and with my only son. I treasured every momentI was sure my orders would come through, all too soon. Orders to take me far, far away, forever and ever.

We lounged in a great silken tent set up in the ruins of Stonehall, full of incense and perfume. Soft breezes flowed through the tent to soothe our burning flesh. It had been so long since I had seen Moontouch. She had always been my hallucinationa fever dream in a hot night.

She served me warm goldpetal tea in a tiny cup, and presented me with a magnificent cloak of treesilk that she had knit for me, a little each night, while I was away. She sang sweet sad songs for me about her loneliness, songs she had composed in spidery Taka runes on little rolls of silk, during those long nights I was gone. And after every song she would burn the words in the incense pots, and vow to be sad no more, and the tent would fill with the scent of burning silk, and I would kiss her tender lips and lose myself in her yielding flesh, skin of satin talc, a soft rush of fine hair, and animal eyes burning, sharp white teeth sinking right into my neck. I didn’t care about tomorrowtoday was quite enough.

Our son was lovely as a morning star, so beautiful he looked like a little girl, and Moontouch would not cut his hair. “He is my king,” she said, “my little king, and Southmark’s future. He is the Golden Sword, returned. He is the sunrise of our race.” She had named him Stormdawn, for Taka legend told of a King who would reclaim Southmark’s heritage in a battle fought in a storm, at dawn.

He played with us in that magical tent, and slept with us at night. It was like paradise to me, after Katag and Uldo, after the march and the Mound and the Ship. And it seemed to me that this was what life should bejust to be with those you loved, to have a peaceful life with your family. It was an alien concept. But I knew that billions of people in ConFree, on Legion worlds, lived lives like that, lives free of fear. And I knew it was only because of the Legion that they could. It all came down to justiceour obsession. That’s all the Legion was aboutsimple justice. Justice, and death.

I would wake in the night in a hot sweat, dreaming of Beta Nine. My message to Beta remained unanswered, and there was no news from Uldo. The galaxy was at war and there would be no announcements about Uldo until the situation was clear. I suppose I was secretly relieved that I did not know the truth. The faces of the dead were etched onto my knuckles, and I did not want to add Priestess to my collection. She stayed with me every momenta phantom.

She was my fate, my future, my heart. If she was gone I would die inside and live on, a dead immortal. There were plenty of them, in the Legionpeople with miniature faces all over their hands and fingers and the cross of the Legion burnt onto their foreheads. I prayed Priestess was aliveI prayed to Moontouch’s strange Gods, and I asked her to pray too, for my lost comrades. We lit incense and candles for prehistoric Gods.

Gildron joined us, and he brought Willard, and Willard played with Stormdawn in our tent. Deadeye took charge of Gildron, and the Taka swarmed around himnever had they seen such a mighty warrior. They tested him with their best, and he swept them aside like annoying insects, snapping their spears with his bare hands. In no time at all, his fan club was larger than my own.

Tara did not come. She was busy on the Omni ship assisting the Legion. I did not think she wanted to meet Moontouch.

A Legion battlestar had arrived, the Armageddon, and disgorged an army of techs and science brains onto the Omni ship. We had done all we could. Now it was in the hands of the Gods.

I knew I would have to leave Moontouch. I didn’t even try to fool myself about that. I certainly loved her but it was a love both fierce and futile, a love with no future.

There was something I had to do before I left. I took out the medkit one night after Stormdawn and Willard were asleep and Moontouch and I were alone on the pillows, under a tent that was swaying gently in a light, cool breeze.

“I told you our son is immortal,” I said in Taka.

“I accept your word, my King,” Moontouch replied.

“He will never die of age, but only if he is killed by his enemies, or by the Gods.”

“He is a son of the stars. Our immortal!” She was prouder of him than anything elsehe was her obsession.

“Would you like to become an immortal as well?” I asked her.

She looked at me carefully, blinking smoky eyes. “To live forever?”

“To live foreverand forever young. You would never age. You would stay just as you are, young and beautiful, forever.”

“You can do this?”

“Easily.”

“You will leave me. Soon.”

“Yes. I will. I must. I will never see you againor my son. I love you both, but the Gods will take me awayforever.”

“Then perhaps I should die.”

“You must choose. If you become an immortal, everyone you love will grow old and dieexcept for your son.”

“And if I do not?”

“He will watch you grow old and diejust as any other son.”

“And his children?”

“Immortal.”

“And his wife?”

“Mortal. She will age, and die.”

“His heart will die, of grief.” She looked up to the silken roof of the tent, and her eyes were far away. “I must stay with him. He is the future of our worldI must stay with him!”

“Are you certain? I cannot undo it, once it is done.”

“I am certain, my King. How else can I find you again?”

“You must not say thatyou must forget me.”

“Yesand forget the stars and the sun and the rain. And forget our only son. Make me an immortalI will cry for a thousand years, and then set forth to find you, again.”

“Don’t even think it! Give me your arm.”

She thrust one slim arm at me, angrily. I ripped open the plasmapakmy fingers shook. I pressed it against her flesh and it found a vein and lit up. She looked right at me, and I avoided her eyes. The blood of the Legion squirted into her veinsgolden blood, a slight improvement on God’s work, courtesy of our unholy lifies. We were all insane, I thought. Immortality only prolonged our suffering. But I couldn’t leave her behind to die like an animal.

“Alpha Station comlink, this is unit Seven Zero Three. Any word on my tracer to Uldo?” I called them four times a daysometimes more.

“That’s a twelve, Seven Zero Three. Sorry! We’ll contact you as soon as we get a message.”

“Yeah. I know. Thanks. Seven Zero Three out.” I slipped the comset back onto my u-belt. It was a bright, clear, cool morningI stood outside the tent. Moontouch and Stormdawn were still asleep. From the ruins of Stonehall, I had a magnificent view of God’s Garden in all its glory, spreading to a misty horizon.

Deadeye approached, armed with a stabbing spear. He was always close at hand with his soldiers.

“Death, Slayer!” He had picked up some Legion terminology.

“Death, Deadeye. A good night?”

“A quiet night, Slayer. Our enemies lick their wounds.”

“How about the exosegs?”

“We still pursue them, Slayer. We lead the Legion to their nests. There are millions of them, still. But we fear them no more. Your people have saved our world, Slayer. We are with the Legion, to the death.”

I knew he meant it literally. The exoseg swarm had terrorized this world until we dropped from the skies to change history.

“And the Soldiers of God?” I asked.

“The Legion captured the Hand of God not long after you left. When they were through with him, they let us have him. We gave him a sword, to let him die with dignity. But he did not die with dignity.”

“The Gods willed it.”

“Yes. Your Gods are the same as ours.”

We lapsed into silence, enjoying the faint breeze and the view. Deadeye’s warriors were camped all around us. It was not a very disciplined army, but they were good auxiliaries. We called them “airmobile rabble” at one point when ferrying them around the planet. They were tough, fearless little bastards, and had been invaluable in breaking the power of the Cult of the Dead and the Soldiers of God.

My comset squawked suddenly. “Wester! They’re back!” I snatched at it.

“What? Tarawho’s back?” The comset screeched and crackled, then went dead.

“Tara! Answer! What’s the sit?” I shouted. Moontouch came out of the tent, blinking.

“What is it, my King?”

“I don’t know,” I said. The set squawked again, a babble of voices, the sharp crack of E’s firing, then silence. I could feel my blood pressure rising. She was in the shipshe must still be in the Omni ship!

“Tara, Tara, Wester, answer!”

“Wester, it’s ” She was cut off in mid-sentence.

“Alpha Station Transport, this is unit Seven Zero Three,” I called. “I need immediate transportthis is an emergency!”

No answer. Damn! Tara was in trouble, and I was stuck with no transport.

“Alpha Transport, Seven Zero Three, answer! I need an aircar, now!”

No answer. Why wouldn’t they answer? They always answered! “Tara, Westeracknowledge!” But there was no answer from her, either.

“Your friend is in great danger,” Moontouch said calmly. “She is fighting for her life. There is nothing we can do.”

I turned to face Moontouch. Her lovely face was softly illuminated by the rising sunshe was glowing like a princess of gold.

“How do you know?” I asked.

“She is touched by the GodsI can feel her from here.”

“Deadman! Alpha Station ” I was interrupted by the alert.

“GALACTIC NOVA! ANDRION SYSTEM UNDER OMNI ATTACK! GOING TO BLACKOUT! FLASH RED COMBAT ALERT! CRASH LAUNCH ALL COMBAT UNITS! ALL PERSONNEL TO ACTION STATIONS! ALL PERSONNEL STAND BY FOR TARGET INFO!”

“Scut!” I knew there would be no transport for me now. I was going to sit this one out right here.

“Wester, it’s the O’s!” Xmax and laser, in the background.

“Talk to me, Tara!”

“It’s the O’s! They’re back! Scut! Look out!” More xmax, commands and curses. “They’re in the ship! Holos! They’re artificial, Wester! We can’t fight them!”

“Get out, Tara! Get out!”

“We’re taking casualties!”

“Get out! You can’t fight them!”

“They want the ship!”

“Give it to them, Tara!”

“Get off this freq, trooper!” somebody demanded. “Ultra One, report!”

“Ultra, One!” An unfamiliar voice. “We’ve lost the bridgewe’ve got all our casualties with us!”

“One, Science! I confirm the unitium mag field is unstable and failing! The D-neg is about to be released! Repeat, we’re facing a nova!”

“They’re going to destroy the ship!”

“Tara,” I interrupted again, “get your people off!”

“One, do you still hold the power room?”

“Twelve, Ultra ” My comset suddenly went off frequency. Alpha had cut me off.

“Alpha, you bastards, get me back on that freq!”

“Negative, Seven Zero Three. You can’t help!”

“Get your people off that ship, Alpha!” But Alpha did not answer me.

Cut off and helpless, I reeled in warm morning sunlight, clutching my useless comset. Moontouch was by my side. Willard and Stormdawn came out of the tent, awakened by the fuss. Willard held Stormdawn’s handhe liked the little fellow.

“What can we do, Slayer?” Deadeye asked.

“Nothing, Deadeye. There’s nothing anyone can do now, except pray.”

“Then we will pray. What shall we pray for?”

“Pray for the soul of my friendpray for her life.”

Moontouch went down to her knees immediately, chanting an eerie dirge, eyes closed, raising her arms to Heaven. Stormdawn began crying, frightened, and Willard clutched him tightly. I had never before felt so helpless, so totally useless. There was nothing at all I could do.

When the ship went nova, it lit up the sky like a sudden new sun, totally soundless, flashing to life in a blinding hot core, blasting a million glittery white tracers out to fill the entire sky in a horrific, apocalyptic vision of destruction. The ship had been passing overhead, rising from the north. I gasped in fascinated horror as the tracers lengthened, shooting out into space and down into the at. The core broke up, spitting and sparkling, spewing hot debris. As the first tracers entered the atmosphere we got the sound, a sharp crackling, multiple thunderous booms, and a high shrieking like a wild fireworks display.

The Omni ship had detonated.

Moontouch moaned and shrieked, still on her knees, hiding her face. Her slave girls appeared and clustered around her anxiously. Deadeye’s soldiers were frantic, running around in circles, gaping at the sky. Gildron was with a group of soldiers, in shock, shielding his eyes, stunned by the sight. He knew exactly where Tara had beenI didn’t need to tell him.

I closed my eyes and prayed to the Legion’s savage Gods. All I wanted was for her to liveI had lost too many comrades. It was killing me as well. One lifewas it too much to ask? Spare one life. Just one. Take mine, for hers. Just let her live. Please!

Moontouch rose, clutching her robe tightly around her, blinking her eyes, looking up to the sky. She took a deep breath.

“Alive,” she said. “Your friend is alive.” My heart leaped.

The tacmod crackled. “Wester! We made it!” Tara gasped, out of breath.

“Tara!” I shouted, snatching at the tacmod. “Are you all right?”

“By the skin of our teeth!” She laughed, almost hysterical. “We crash launched in the shuttle! When the D-neg went, it started to suck us inso fast I knew we were going to die! Then it blew. What a ride!” A babble of excited voices in the backgroundit sounded like a wild party. “Got a lot of dings and hits but we’re all right! Entering the at!”

“Love you, Tara!”

“Likewisetell you laterI got to go!”

I gave the high sign to Gildron, along with a big grin. He leaped into the air and let out a joyous roar.

“Do you really love her, my King?” Moontouch asked me.

“I love you, Moontouch. Only you. And I thank your Godsthey are strong!”

“The dead are stronger than the living,” she said sadly, “and the Gods of the Book are all dead.”

Chapter 19

To Serve the Legion

“Alpha Station Comlink, unit Seven Zero Three. Are you sure there’s nothing for me?” I was on the comset again, lying half-naked on a pile of pillows under the tent as two lovely little slave girls gently massaged me from head to toe, rubbing healing ointments into my wounds. Moontouch was by my side, propped on one elbow, sipping flowered tea, as content as a cat, watching the proceedings with lazy interest.

“Sorry, Seven Zero Three. There’s a war on, you know.”

“Nothing at all? No orders? Can I send a follow-up to my message?”

“Can’t do it, trooperyou know it. Uldo is still on comdown.”

“Well, how about my request for transport to Uldo? Anything from Command?”

“Look, Seven Zero Threewhen we get anything for you, we’ll call you. I promise. All right?”

“All right! Sure! Don’t get so touchy!”

“I’m not touchy. It’s just that you call me up every couple hours, and we’re not even engaged.”

“Yeahright. Seven Zero Three out.”

“Just relax, Seven Zero Three. If I was in your shoes, I wouldn’t be so anxious to get back to Uldo.”

“You’re not in my shoes. Seven Zero Three out.” I put the comset down, annoyed. One of the slave girls was working on my shoulders, the other one was massaging my legs. They were certainly switching me on, and Moontouch knew it. Soon she would order them out and move on me like a phantom, an irresistible, silken vampire, hungry for blood.

I still had no idea what had happened to Priestessor the rest of the squad. Merlin was dead, that was sure. We had left Psycho badly wounded and facing the DefCorps; we had left Dragon behind us with his arms secured, also in the path of the Systies. Priestess had last been seen charging back into the starmass, the O’s unholy breath, desperately searching for Scrapper, lost in the holocaust. Valkyrie had thrown herself at the Osurely to her death. And Twister, also wounded, also left behind to cover us. Only Snow Leopard had been untouched. But I knew Beta One wouldn’t leave a single trooper behindhe’d have gone after them all, and probably not came back. Damn the ship! Damn that cursed ship! Now it was gone, and we were gone, too. We were finished. Beta was gone. And I was relaxing in a tent of perfume, a tent of girls. It was all wrong.

I sat up, angry. Why hadn’t they answered? Snow Leopard would have answered, if he had received the message. Perhaps he had never received the message. Perhaps nobody at all had survived!

Moontouch motioned to the girls and they gathered up their ointments and slipped away. Gildron and Willard had departed the previous day by aircar, anxious to see Tara again. I was alone with my family.

“You set a bad example,” I rebuked Moontouch. “There are no more slaves. You know itand you keep these girls.”

“They are free to leave, my King,” she replied calmly. “Yet they stay. You are free to stay. Yet you will leave me. It is not a good example for your son. What shall I tell him?” Moontouch gazed at me with sad, faraway eyes. She was so lovely it was hard to look at her. Pure, fragile beautya cenite angel. How could I ever leave her? How could any human leave her? Maybe I wasn’t human any more. Maybe the Legion had changed me too much. My left arm was artificialmaybe my heart had been changed, as well. Maybe they had put in a Legion hearta heart without pity, without emotion, a heart that would pump for a thousand years to keep the dead alive, to serve the Legion.

Stormdawn entered the tent, standing there silently looking at me. The most lovely child in the galaxy. He would grow up without a father, and never die, and hate me for it.

“Wester, Tara.” Tara! I picked up the comset. We had our own freqs nownobody could interfere.

“Yes, Tara.”

“I’m pleased to announce that the P.S. Maiden just hit the screens, fresh from Uldo.”

“The Maiden! I’m on my way!” Surely they would have news about Beta!

“Uh, negative, Wester. It’ll be another hour before they dock. And I’d like you to stay there for awhile.”

“Stay herewell, why? I want news about Beta!”

“There’s a few things I’d like to resolve first.”

“What does that mean?”

“A few non-events.”

“Come on, Tara.”

“They had a meeting about the shipand I wasn’t invited.”

“I see.”

“I thought that a little strange.”

“I see what you mean. But the ship is gonewhat are they having meetings for anyway?”

“There’s plenty to do, Wester. We got enough info to keep the researchers busy for decades. Even without the ship, this is probably the most important scientific project in history.”

“And you weren’t invited.” It was downright ominous. Tara was a Starcom psycher. She had been with the ship from the beginning, and she knew more about it than anyone else.

Nobody cared what I thought, but they shouldn’t have had a meeting about the ship without asking Tara along.

“I’m also having a little trouble communicating with Starcom. Suddenly.”

“Is that so.”

“Just stay there, Westeruntil I give you the word. I’ll make sure you get any news about Beta.”

“Keep in touch, Tara.”

“You, too. Tara out.”

Moontouch lightly raked her long fingernails down my arm. It sent a thrill right through my body.

“Is it so hard to stay here, my love?”

“It is easy to stay here, Moontouch. Too easy. But my comrades are lost in the war. I would be a woman if I stayed here while their fate is unknown.”

“The Gods guide you, my King. We are dust in the wind. You will leave us when it is time. Until then you must make your family happy. Stormdawn, come here!”

He ran over to us and fell into my arms, laughing. Moontouch was perfectly right. The living always came firstthe dead could wait.

“It’s all right,” Biergart said. “I understand.” He stood before me in the shadows, completely calm, faintly smiling. We were back in the villa, in the cellar.

“Biergart ” I began.

“You don’t have to say anything, boy,” he said. “I forgive you. You did what you had to do. Come on in.” He opened the door. It was the door to the room where we had interrogated him. It was dark inside.

“I understand,” he repeated. “You shouldn’t feel bad. I would have done the same in your place. See?” My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. Someone was strapped to a chair.

Biergart snapped on the light. It was Priestess, bathed in sweat, terrified. Biergart pressed a handgun up against the back of her head. Her eyes were pleading, but I was frozen, unable to move. He fired, and her forehead exploded. The scream woke me up.

“Wester! Wester, Tara! Damn it!” The comset crackled into my ears. I was in the tent, soaked in sweat, my heart racing, fumbling at the comset.

“Tara, Westerwhat.”

“It’s ConFree, Westerthey’re making their move. Damn it, damn it!” She was stressed, her voice shaking.

“It’s Westeryes, Tara.” The nightmare was still swirling in my mind, and I did not understand what Tara was saying. Moontouch awoke, beside me in the dark.

“Get to the Maiden! Go to blackout!” The comset hissed and sputtered. And I heard someone else say in the background, quite clearly, “They’re coming.”

“Tara!” But there was no answeronly dead air. ConFree! They had to be coming after usTara and me. I snapped the comset off and scrambled to my feet, fumbling for my litesuit.

“It is time,” Moontouch said. She clapped her hands twice. The front entrance flap snapped open and a Taka warrior stood there with his spear. Two slave girls appeared from the rear of the tent.

“Awaken the prince,” Moontouch commanded. “He must say goodbye to his father.” I was in my suit now, pulling on the boots. Deadeye burst into the tent with a torch.

“What is it, Slayer?”

“Trouble, Deadeye. Call out your soldiers.”

When I was ready, I stepped out of the tent, my E across my chest, my comtop at my waist. It was a beautiful night, crisp and clear, the stars blazing above us, a magnificent panorama. The Taka soldiers were ready, hundreds of them, warriors of the Dark Clouds and Red Hands, their spears flashing in torchlight, ready to die for Moontouch and Deadeye. They were all that was left of Southmark, all that was left of the Golden March. And I knew they wouldn’t last a single mark against a Legion squad.

“Deadeye,” I said in Taka, “I need your fastest runner.”

“Ghost!” he shouted. “Where is Ghost!” Ghost burst out of the ranks, a tall young boy with big nervous eyes.

“Take this,” I said, handing him the comset. “Run with it. Go down into the darkest tunnels of Stonehall. The Legion will follow you. When they get too close, leave the talker and escape. Let them have it.”

Ghost barked his assent and took off immediately into the dark.

“The Legion is coming,” I explained to Deadeye. “They will be looking for me, but they are not friendly. They are my enemies. If they don’t see me, they will follow the comset.”

“If they go down into Stonehall, they will not return,” Deadeye vowed.

“Do not fight them, Deadeye! You cannot win, and I want no Taka blood spilled. When they do not find me, they will go away.”

“If they are your enemies, we will fight them!”

“No! I want no fighting! We can outwit “

“Manbird!” The shouted warning electrified us allan aircar! The torches went out in a shower of sparks.

“It’s them!” I told Deadeye. “Scatter! Hide! Moontouch ” She snatched up our son. Taka warriors suddenly surrounded them, a bristling fence of spears and tridents hustling her off into the dark. I knew they’d be safe.

I went to ground in a rotting pile of leaves behind the exposed roots of a great flowertree, snapping my E to xmax auto. I could hear the aircar now, a faint whining. The diversion with the comset was not going to workthey’d spot me for sure, this close. There had not been time to get away. I hadn’t even had time to put on the comtop. Damn it!

The aircar appeared, slowing, gliding cautiously through the dead city, stirring up a blizzard of dusty leaves. I raised my E. I knew the car would be armored so I was not going to fire until they discharged the troopers. A wave of sadness washed over me. They would be Legion troopers, fighting for ConFreejust as we had always done. I had served the Legion and ConFree my whole young life. I knew that once I fired at Legion troopers, everything would change, forever.

A gleaming white aircar settling down to land, the jets cutting off. White? Cutting the jets? What in the world?

The assault door snapped open. I centered it in my sights.

A single trooper, unarmoredit was a girl with short wispy blonde hair, looking around into the darkness, puzzled.

“Beta Three!” she called out. “It’s Whit! Cinta sent us to pick it up! Damn it! Where is it?”

“What’s the story, Sweety?” I whispered to my tacmod. My laser sight lazily roamed over Whit’s chest.

“The aircar is now empty, Thinkershe was the only occupant.”

“Whit!” I stepped out of the dark. “What’s the sit?”

“Beta Three! Thank God!” She appeared giddy with relief. “Cinta would have killed us if we hadn’t found it! Get on board! We’ve got to move right now! Cinta ordered it!”

I turned, looking into the darkness. “Moontouch!” I called out.

It took a few marks for the word to be relayed and Whit was dancing from foot to foot in impatience.

“The Legion will be here in a frac!” she insisted. “They’ve got to be tracking our every move!”

Moontouch’s guard suddenly appeared out of the dark, all shields and spears and tridents. Then the wall of warriors parted and Moontouch was there, clutching Stormdawn to her breast. I reached out and embraced them. A prickly wave of emotions rippled over my flesh as I inhaled her scent, for probably the last time. We kissed, feverishly. She cried silently, tears rolling down her cheeks. I kissed the child, my own lovely son. I prayed for them both.

I had given them eternal life, but it was not enoughit was certainly not enough.

“Come on, Threelet’s go!” Whit, in the aircar. I tore myself away. Deadeye stood by the car, his fierce eyes gleaming. We embraced.

“Take care of her, Deadeye!”

“My life, Slayermy life!”

I leaped into the aircar blinking, and the door slammed shut and we were off, max power, low and fast. I found my way to the cockpit and took the number two seat beside Whit. Trees flashed past us.

“This is crazy,” Whit said.

“Why are you doing it?” I asked.

“We owe it,” she reminded me.

“All right, what’s the sit?”

“We have no idea,” she said, “except people are starting to shoot at each other and Cinta asked us to get it on the Maiden.”

“Shooting at each other! Where’s TaraI mean Cinta?”

“It’s downside. We’re going after Cinta once it’s safely on board.”

“The hell you are! We get her first!”

“No, we don’twe’ve got our orders!”

“Don’t be stupid! It’ll be a miracle if we get through once! It’ll never happen twice!”

“But Cinta told us “

“Where’s your loyalty? Can’t you see she’s sacrificing herself so I can escape? They want us both! We’ll have only one chance to make it to the Maiden.”

“Sacrificing itself?”

“With the help of your blind obedience! Damn it, she’s more important than I am!”

“No we can’t leave Cinta behind!”

“Then we get her first!”

“All right!”

“Where is she?”

“It’s in Alpha Station.”

“Wonderful! Right into the mouth of the beast! Well, then that’s where we’re going. Who controls the Maiden?”

“The Legion. But Cinta seems to think that bunch can be trusted.”

“Any contact with her?”

“It ordered a comdown.” A forested hill flashed by on our right. The aircar’s comcenter was crackling with transmissions. I paused to listen.

“Seven, One. I want a tacstar on that targetnow!”

“Scut! Who are these guys?”

“Shut down and do it!”

“Tenners! Scut!”

“Tacair, I’ve got a hot flight of incoming fighters from the Armageddon! They don’t answer!”

“Shoot ‘em down!”

“Alpha Station is to be held at all costs! Fire at all resistance!”

“Alpha Command, Armageddon! You will cease resistance immediately or we will antimat the station! Repeat “

“Alpha, Armageddon! That was an unauthorized transmission! Armageddon will support you! Fire at any hostile targets!”

“Get those bastards!”

“Don’t believe anybody!”

“Uniden troopers, identify yourselves immediately or we will fire!”

“God damn it, it’s usDelta of CAT Four One! The hostiles are in C corridor!”

“Well, shoot ‘em!”

“Armageddon fighters, if you enter our DZ we will fire on you!”

“Negative Alpha, those are friendlies!”

“They’re going to be dead friendlies if they don’t turn aside!”

“That was an anti!” The sky lit up, flickering an eerie electric green.

“Tenners, we need a “

“I want autofire on all unidentified air traffic, repeat “

“Scut!” Whit exclaimed. “That’s us!”

“Land!” I shouted. “Now!”

We glided to a stop in a blizzard of dead flowers and leaves in an ancient forest of incredibly tall flowertrees. We popped the door and got out fast.

“Damn it!” I exclaimed. “We don’t need this!”

“It was a good aircar,” Whit said, “but I guess we lose it. We certainly can’t identify ourselves.” It was chilly and wet and dark. I slipped the comtop over my head, and Sweety lit it all up for me.

“Follow me,” I said. “I’ve got Alpha Station up ahead. The sky is full of junk.” I could see it all on the scope, flocks of aircars circling over the station just like birds and fighters dropping through the at like cenite bricks. A blinding flash lit up the sky, dazzling my eyes. A sharp explosion followed.

“What was that?”

“I don’t know,” I said. We crashed through the brush noisily. “Tell me about Uldo! What happened to Beta?”

“The Legion was tracking down O’s and killing them off one by one when we left,” Whit gasped. “They had overrun large chunks of the O’s territory. We had the vac and the at when we left. It was just a matter of exterminating thembut it’s going to take a long time to do it. They were freeing thousands of Uldo prisonersand uncovering horrors we don’t even want to think about.”

“What about Beta?”

“What does it mean, what about Beta? Doesn’t it know? They never told us a thing about what Beta was up to. And we had no means of communicating with Cinta. When we got the message from Andrion Two, we found it hard to believe at first. But when we got orders to proceed there, we believed it.”

“Aircar approaching!” Sweety warned me.

“Aircar, Whit! Freeze!” We groveled in rotting leaves, crawling like worms into the darkest shadows of the forest. An aircar passed overhead, then started to turn back. A bright light flickered through the tall black trunks of the flowertrees. It was cold and my heart was hammering.

I activated the E.

“Aircar returning,” Sweety reported, “probing, mags, thermo, infra, searchlight.”

“Don’t move, Whit!”

“We’re too scared to move!” Blazing white light cut into hundreds of flashing segments by the trees, the air full of flying leaves, the aircar closer and closer.

“Sensor lock! We’ve been spotted!” Sweety gave us the word.

“Run, Whit! Run or die!” I burst to my feet and ran, dodging from tree to tree, gasping for breath. I knew we’d be hard to hit in the forest, but a stunstar might bring us down. Whit was back there, darting through the shadows.

The aircar did not follow us. It settled into the trees, an eerie, glittering volcano of light. I skidded to a stop by a tree and brought Whit down by an arm as she hurtled past.

“Ow! We think it broke our arm!”

“Shut down and don’t move!”

“Aircar discharging troopers,” Sweety said, “two, four, six, nine. Squad of Legion troopers in pursuit! Recommend flight or fight.”

“Deadman! Damn it damn it damn it!” A Legion squadwe’d never get away from them!

“Flight sounds good to me!” Whit exclaimed. I knew it was hopeless. We couldn’t outrun themthe aircar was already rising and soon it would be on us as well. Flight or fightabsolutely right, Sweety. I could fight, maybe take out some of themmaybe even a lot of thembut the aircar would get us. Hopeless!

“Let’s go,” I said. “Run!” We took off again and the aircar whistled over the tops of the trees, probing with the searchlight.

“Uniden intruders, halt or we will fire!” The message crackled in my ears.

“Troopers approachingwe have been spottedaircar has locked on again!” We crashed down a steep cliff covered with shrubbery. Whit did not get up. I staggered back to find her laid out, gasping.

“We can’t!” she said. “We don’t want to die! Leave us! We’re surrendering!”

I turned and ran into the dark, frantic. The searchlight flickered wildly all around me, a nightmare light show. I flashed to another time, also on Andrion 2we had hunted down two Systie troopers through a cold forest just like this one. They had both diedand now it was my turn.

A deafening blast behind me, and the shock wave knocked me off my feetstunstar! The forest blazed, glittering with hot raw light. I staggered on. Vac bolts burst off the trees around me. I went to ground and crawled to the closest tree.

“Target, Sweety!” I raised the E, set to auto xmax.

“Target marked!” A Legion trooper, A-vest and comtop, right in my sights, icy laser sights, my finger gently caressing the trigger, just a tad more pressure and he dies.

A Legion trooper! Insanity! Am I insane? Are we all insane?

I dropped the E onto the leaves.

“Legion squad, I’m surrendering!” I choked out. “I will not fire on you!”

I guess we were both in shock when they hustled us into the aircar. Whit was pale and splattered with dirt but unhurt. The squad’s One was a young Outworlder who looked like he was in shock himself.

“You’re Beta Three!” he accused me. “Admit it!”

“All right, I’m Beta Three. So now what happens?”

“And this is Maralee Whitney, exec of the Maidenright?”

“Right. So?”

“Terrific! We did it, guys!” The squad was excited and hyper, packing into the aircar. The assault door snapped shut and we lurched up into the dark.

“Three Three, Elektra, mission successful, we’ve recovered them both, request instructions!”

“Elektra, Three Three One, good! We’ve got a little trouble in the airpark, go directly to the port, acknowledge!”

“Those people are shooting anything that moves!”

“You’ll be covered, Elektra, I’m calling them right now. I’m ordering Alpha to the port as well.”

“Does anybody know what the hell is happening?”

“That’s a twelve. Just get them in the shuttle.”

“Tenners.”

The squad’s One handed me back my E. I gaped at it stupidly.

“I don’t know who you people are,” he said, “but there are a whole lot of seriously disturbed individuals out there who want to get ahold of you in the worst way. And all I can say is that’s not going to happen on my watch. That right, guys?”

A murmur of assent from the Legion squad. They were clad in litesuits and comtops, fully armed and fully confident. Arrogant, foolish young troopers, spoiling for a fight. There were even a few girls. I could see Beta in their eyes. Had we ever really been that innocent?

“You mean you’re not with ConFree?” I asked carefully.

“ConFree? We’re with the Legion! We’ve been ordered to get you aboard the P.S. Maiden. What do you mean, ConFree? We’re all with ConFree, aren’t we?”

“Never mind.”

“Do you know what this is all about? Who are those crazies? Does it have something to do with ConFree?”

“All I can say is don’t trust anybody.”

“That part we’ve already figured out!”

“Firefight at the Port,” someone reported.

“Well, scut!” Elektra One exclaimed. “That’s where we’re going, guys. Iden targets and suppressing fire, Tenthen we roll in and drop off, by elementDeath!”

“You got it!”

“Death!” The car snapped to the left and we fell into the dark. Tracers floated past outside. A chainlink screeched wildlythe pilot was prepping the zero.

“Two, you take the third,” Elektra One was saying, “with the two specials. Escort them to the shuttle. Kill anyone who tries to interfere. Alpha should have the sit in hand. We’ll cover you. You two” he turned to Whit and me”stick with Elektra Two here. He’ll do you right.” Elektra Two was a young Assidic male with fierce slit eyes and a nervous tic.

“We’re not ready for this!” Whit squeaked.

“Hostiles on the pad!”

“Elektra, Alpha, engaging the enemy!”

“Hot zero! Decar!” The assault doors snapped open and the troopers leaped out of the car on both sides, screaming. We followed Elektra Two out into the dark, hitting the pad. I had a death grip on Whit’s arm, running hunched over after our Two, a series of flashes off to the leftlaser, crackling right over our heads, drilling jagged patterns into a nearby hanger. Two opened up, the entire element opened up auto xmax, the flashes dazzling my eyes. A line of parked airtrucks exploded, lighting us up, a deafening, shattering blast, a glowing fiery mushroom cloud rising above the port.

I released Whit and snapped the E to my shoulder and fired auto x into the holocaust.

Armored troopers ran at us right out of Hell, fully armored Legion troopers. I fired at them, convulsed with fear. Elektra Two exploded, ripped to shreds, spraying blood all over me. A titanic blast flashed white-hot and I winked out like a gnat caught in a volcano.

Chapter 20

Fate Unknown

“So that’s itthat’s all of it,” I said to the datapak. I was alone in my cell with the little device as it autotyped my words across the glowing d-screen. “You asked me to record it all, so I did. And it’s also what the Legion told us to do if we’re captured by the enemy. Cooperate, they said, and stay alive. Tell them everything you knowthey’ll find out anyway. And if you know anything the Legion shouldn’t have told you, it’s the Legion’s problem, not yours. Your problem is staying alive. And Legion troopers aren’t supposed to know anything important.”

I paused, for a moment. It was a cold, dark, miserable metal cell and the datapak was set on a battered metal table. My datapak girlmy only companion. Confess, they had said. Tell us everything. I didn’t mind. I felt good. I was beginning to enjoy the task, after all this time. I was so far away from them, there was nothing at all they could do to harm me. I resumed speaking.

“Stay alive, they said. Stay alive, for we will get you back and they will pay, in blood. Maybe not right awaymaybe not for a very, very long time. But the System is doomed, and we’re going to recover you, sooner or later.

“Your name doesn’t come off the list, ever, and we don’t stop looking, ever, until we find you. Even if it takes a hundred years. Or 200 years. Don’t forget, you’re an immortal.

“Survive, they told us. Surviveand believe.

“But what if it’s ConFree that has snatched you? Nobody ever thought of that. After all, we were fighting for ConFree. Why should they be taking Legion prisoners?

“Why, indeed. You haven’t even admitted who you are, ConFree, but I know. Write it down, the interrogator told me. Fine, I’ve written it all down, exactly as it happened.

“Read it, you bastards. Think about it, if you still have the power to think. Maybe you can learn somethingabout what the Legion does for ConFree. Maybe you can see what it’s like to be a soldier of the Legion, facing the Systies, facing the O’s, so ConFree Inners can live in peace and treasonous ConFree politicals can hatch nasty deals with the System to advance their own sleazy careers.” Will anyone ever read this, I wondered. Anyone besides ConFree? Thinker’s last will and testamentwhat a joke!

“I’ve told you everything, ConFree,” I continued. “But you’ve told me things too, with your questions. You’ve got me, but you haven’t got Tara, have you? If you had, you wouldn’t be asking me all these questionsbecause she’s the one with all the answers.

“And you don’t have the Star, do you? No, you don’t. The Star is all you want, isn’t it? And you don’t have it. If you did, you would have no interest in me. You really botched the Andrion Two raid, didn’t you? You got me and maybe Whit, you got us off planet somehow, but neither of us knows a damned thing. We certainly don’t know where the Star is. You missed Tara, and you missed Gildron, and you missed the Star. And the Legion knows exactly what you’re up to now. Good op, huh, guys? Willard could have done it better!

“I guess my life ends here. ConFree tells me they’re going to deep-psych methey’re going to erase my memory. That’s certainly something to think about, while I still can.

“Perhaps it’s better this way. I still have no idea what happened to my comrades. For all I know, all of Beta is dead. They were a part of me and I was a part of them.

“Priestess was my eternal love, and Valkyrie was my lost past, and the rest of them were little pieces of my soul, Snow Leopard and Merlin and Psycho and Dragon and Redhawk and Scrapper and Twister. Merlin is dead for sure and Redhawk is probably alive, but all the others are phantoms, fate unknown. Moontouch survives, with my son. And TaraTara is still out there somewhere, I’m certain of it. But it doesn’t matter. They are lost to meall of them, forever.

“So what is the loss, if they take my mind? I’ve lost my soul already. All I’m left with is my sorrow. Let them take it. But I’ll tell you this, ConFree. You’d better burn it all out of meyou’d better not leave a thing. Because if it comes back, if I remember any of this, I’m coming after you, ConFree. And I won’t be alone. For I am the LegionI’m nothing else. I’m a soldier of the Legion, I’m a slave of the Legion, and you made me.

“And I swear to Deadman, if I remember any of this, you’re going to regret it.”

THE END

of Slave of the Legion

To be continued

KEY:

Slave = System rule, Anarcho-Tyranny, government directs people. Insecure, crime-ridden, violent, extreme poverty, lawyers/criminals rule.

Free = ConFree rule, Citizens’ Constitutional Republic, people direct government. Secure, crime-free, peaceful, prosperous, lawyers/criminals proscribed.

AT = Anarcho-Tyranny

CCR = Citizens’ Constitutional Republic

LCC = Lawyer-Criminal Conspiracy

VS = Voluntary Service (voluntary slavery)

DS = Directed Servitude (involuntary slavery)

VC = Voluntary Contributions (involuntary tax slavery)

Martial Law = Military rule

USICOM = United System Interstellar Commission (System front).

About the Author

Marshall S. Thomas is a retired Foreign Service officer. Marshall attended the Georgetown University School of Foreign Service, the University of New Mexico and the University of Miami with a major in Government/ International Affairs and a minor in History. Marshall’s 35-year Foreign Service career included numerous postings in East Asia.

Marshall currently lives in Williamsburg, Virginia with his wife Kim Lien. His youngest son Alexander is now in college studying biochemistry. His eldest son Christopher is a graduate of Radford University who studied art and graphic design. Marshall loves to write science fiction but has also written on East Asian subjects. He is a member of the Chesapeake Bay Writers Club, Goodreads and Author’s Den.