The Orphaned Worlds (19 page)

But for now they would have to wait for the Legion Knight to slip behind one of the blank-faced worldlets before emerging from their hiding place. The Ship’s estimate was that this would take an hour so Robert retired to his cabin to lie down and rest in the darkness. Sleep was out of the question yet his thoughts were haunted by visions of wrecked ships and slashed and torn vacuum suits. Then there were human forms drifting towards him, dead forms, one with his own face, the other with Rosa’s, both staring emptily, blankly …

He recoiled from the image, eyes snapping open to the dimmed room where a few standby LEDs glowed, amber and violet motes floating in the dark. He touched the edge of his bedside table and pale grey numerics lit up in its surface. Less than ten minutes left. Had he fallen asleep after all?

Back up on the bridge, Rosa was still at her station, tirelessly alert.

‘Just a few minutes, Daddy, then we can be on our way.’

‘How far are we from those coordinates we got from Sunflow Oscillant?’ he said.

‘Five or six hours at maximum thrust,’ she said. ‘And until a short while ago it looked as if we and our pursuer were alone here, then we picked up a contact out near that location, right on the edge of our sensor range …’ She paused to look at the widescreen as the Indroma wreck slid gradually away and the
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moved out of the debris cloud. ‘Not long now.’

Robert peered at a subframe displaying the thus far meagre data on the distant contact. ‘Is that who we’re supposed to be meeting? Why choose this place?’

‘It could be an elaborate trap,’ Rosa said. ‘The Bargalil mystic may have been an unwitting dupe for whoever set this up.’

‘Or he was in on it …’

‘Contact!’ said the Ship.

‘Legion Knight has reappeared from behind the planetoid … we’ve been spotted – it’s accelerating on an intercept vector …’

‘Ramp up our drives,’ Rosa said.

‘Let’s remind him who has the longer legs.’

For a long moment there was only a tense silence. ‘Legion Knight is displaying a far steeper acceleration profile than before. Intercept in 7.3 minutes.’

‘Align your projector battery and target any sensor or combat assemblies visible on its hull,’ Rosa said.

‘Done,’ said the
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. ‘Five hits, no primary or secondary damage registering, heat signatures only.’

On the widescreen, one subframe showed a model of the crablike cyborg craft and five red glowing patches on its forward carapace. Other insets showed their course around the nearby planetoid and that of their pursuer.

‘Missile launched,’ the Ship said. ‘Same as before, an EMP-web device on random micro-evasive trajectory. Interception in 5.1 minutes.’

‘I’m starting to get irritated by this antique thug,’ Rosa said. ‘Split targeting. Set course for that next planetoid – I want to use the countergravity to effect a sharp trajectory change towards the rendezvous coordinates.’

‘Understood.’

Listening closely, Robert began to understand seconds later and stared up at the widescreen. On the main frame, the nearby planetoid fell away as the
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turned in the direction of the next, whose diminutive diameter made it a moonlet, a perfectly featureless coppery orb. Then in another frame, a racing diamond point flared suddenly.

‘Missile has been destroyed,’ the Ship said.

‘Good shooting!’ Robert said.

‘Legion Knight is however accelerating – intercept now in 3.87 minutes.’

‘Where is it getting all that extra power?’ Rosa muttered.

‘Second missile launched – intercept in 1.92 minutes.’

‘Right, I’m cutting back on sensor function,’ Rosa said in clipped tones. ‘Additional process capacity now available for target systems.’

The situation was becoming dire, doom was almost at hand, yet the bridge was a comfortable, air-conditioned centre of tranquillity. Rosa amazed him with her capability and confident handling of the vessel’s controls, as well as her calmness under fire. She might be an AI amalgam of the original Rosa’s characteristics and her body might be a synthetic simulation, but he couldn’t help feeling a father’s pride. When he wasn’t caught up in the fear of oncoming annihilation.

‘Time till countergravity maneouvre, 2.05 minutes,’ said the Ship. ‘Suspensors ready … missile destroyed! …’

Thank God, Robert thought, recalling Reski Emantes’s demise.

‘Second contact! – port quarter, unknown vessel closing fast on collision course … time to impact, thirty-eight seconds.’

Fear gripped his chest as he stared up at the widescreen, looking wildly for an exterior view of the second attacker.

‘Engage aft attitude thrusters,’ Rosa said. ‘Bring the stern round to starboard.’

‘Understood.’

‘What is that new ship?’ Robert said. ‘Another Legion cyborg?’

Rosa shook her head. ‘It’s the same one, Daddy, the real one! We’ve been running from some kind of pursuit drone projecting a holoshell image …’ She stopped and glared at the widescreen. ‘There it is! Daddy, get ready …’

On one of the subframes, against a view of the moonlet’s surface rushing past, the intervening space rippled and a large dark shape coalesced out of nothing. Robert glimpsed armoured limbs tipped with grabs and spines for just a moment before the collision knocked him out of his chair.

‘Four hull breaches on my underside,’ said the Ship. ‘I am sealing off all relevant compartments and rerouting networks and fluidics. Ready to attempt …’ Suddenly symbols lit up on Rosa’s console, neon-bright in the dimmed bridge, and a couple of small subframes opened on the widescreen.

‘Two more hull breaches,’ said the
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. ‘One of my main suspensors is out. I’m afraid that a ground swoop is now too risky – without fine gravitic control we would become another gutted wreck.’

‘What about your beam weapons?’ Rosa said.

‘I disabled the underhull array to avoid it being used against us, while my upper arrays have been pounding the enemy’s visible sections relentlessly. Some stretches of the Knight’s carapace are already melting or ablating off but with no noticeable affect on its close-quarters assault. In less than ten minutes most of my interior will be ruptured and open to hard vacuum.’

Rosa nodded. ‘Our options have suddenly become limited. What munitions do you have?’

‘Twenty-five blast and forty shaped, in various grades.’

‘Good, and how many probes are left?’

‘One medium-range, six short-range.’

Rosa looked thoughtful then smiled at Robert. ‘We’ll be all right, Daddy. You just wait here while I go and check on the probes, get them loaded up.’

‘Okay,’ he said, trying to appear relaxed. ‘I’ll just keep an eye on our unwelcome visitor.’

He watched her hurry from the bridge then turned back to the widescreen with its spread of exterior views. All showed the immense bulk of the cyborg Knight clinging to the underside of the
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, its clawed arms tearing off layers of hull material or instrument housings. Minutes passed, and the number of glowing alerts on the main console grew as the damage worsened. Suddenly Robert wondered what was keeping Rosa and was about to ask the Ship when a diminutive figure in dark body armour edged into view on the widescreen. Close-ups showed it to be Rosa, wearing a small transparent mask on the lower half of her face but otherwise lacking a vacuum suit.

On the screen her lips moved, and her voice emanated from the console comm unit with perfect clarity.

‘Daddy, I’m fine – synthetic body, remember? No need to breathe, no respiratory system, no blood pressure. What I’m about to attempt will wipe my cores, whatever the outcome …’

‘Rosa!’ Robert cried out. ‘Dear God, I cannot lose you for a second time!’

‘You can only lose me once, Daddy,’ she said.

Then she waved, turned and leaped away from the ship’s hull straight towards the Legion Knight’s lower carapace. One of the secondary armoured limbs, an articulated arm tipped with bladed shears, swung out and lunged at her. Mini-thrusters on her shoulders and elbows flared. She dodged the blow and darted over to the nearest shoulder mounting of one of the main jointed arms, whose serrated pincers were just then tearing into the
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’s underside,

Standing at the console, Robert was transfixed by horror, unable to look away. They were well clear of the moonlet now and racing across vacant space towards another part of the planetoid ring. The brassy light from the sun lit everything up in harsh detail.

Rosa just had time to take the circular munition from a waist pouch and slap it onto the shoulder mounting before a segmented tentacle swept round and slammed into her. But she had tethered herself to a hardpoint on the under-carapace so that instead of flying away she swung round in a curve to land on her feet. Then grabbing handholds, she scrambled across the uneven underside of the Legion Knight, getting a good distance away before triggering the munition.

Light flashed amid the silent explosion. Metal fragments burst outwards and the severed arm arced away, now attached only to its victim. At the same time, the
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initiated a crash deceleration – impetus threw the Legion Knight up from its half-concealed position, swinging on the arms that still clung on to the Construct ship’s vitals. The segmented tentacle was reaching out to that torn, gouged hull, biting, grappling for a sturdy purchase …

But Robert was watching Rosa crawl hand over hand towards the middle of the lower carapace. Then, without warning, jagged webs of energy erupted from her form, leaping and spreading out in all directions. For an instant the attacker’s various limbs stopped in mid-motion … then a convulsion seized them, joints spasmed, drill clusters and power grabs juddered and came away from the
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’s hull. The ship was free of that deadly clasp.

Slouched in the main pilot’s couch, Robert stared at the images on the screen. The Ship’s voice came from somewhere nearby, explaining that newer synthetic bodies like Rosa’s were designed to expend all integral power sources in an overload burst as a last resort. He heard the words but they seemed to float through him and away – all his awareness was frozen, focused on the widescreen where his daughter had died before his eyes.

Eventually the energy discharge faded to nothing and, soon after, the Ship announced that neither the Knight nor Rosa was giving off lifesigns. Numb, exhausted, he got to his feet and stumbled off to his cabin, vaguely aware of the
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telling him something about Reski Emantes and the rendezvous. He lay down in the darkness, grief like a cold hand around his heart, and was unable to sleep as the last words they exchanged went round and round in his mind.

At some point he heard his cabin door open but did not stir.

‘Good to see you taking it so well.’

The voice belonged to Reski Emantes.

‘Thank you,’ he muttered into the pillow. ‘Now please leave.’

‘Sorry, but your superior diplomatic skills are required. We have reached the rendezvous and are currently parked alongside an impressively shiny vessel whose occupant, a representative of the Godhead, is awaiting your attendance.’

He lifted his head to glare at the droid.

‘I’ve just watched my daughter die! – I’m in no fit state to undertake negotiations.’

‘That would certainly be a tragic and just cause for snivelling and moping around – if it was true.’

‘What?’ Robert said, stung to anger.

‘That’s wasn’t your daughter that perished out there,’ the droid said. ‘It was a spectrum-matched AI modelled on the holosim data that you brought with you from Darien.’

Then Rosa’s last words came back to him –
You can only lose me once
– and he began to understand. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he rested his head in his hands, fingers covering his eyes. He sighed a long sigh.

‘She’s data,’ he said.

‘At last it dawns – exactly. In the moments before the Rosa AI sacrificed herself, the Ship made a recording of her mindmap state. When the Construct sends another, she can sync it with her own data matrix and she’ll be updated with everything till that point at least. But it will not be your daughter. I hope you understand that now.’

Understanding
, he thought, getting to his feet.
Understanding is not the same as feeling
.

‘How will the Construct know what has happened?’

‘The Ship has already sent an encrypted report and when we have some idea of what the Godhead’s mouthpiece is offering, and where we’re off to next, we’ll send an update before making the next tier jump. Of course, that depends on you successfully concluding negotiations for permission to petition the Godhead in person, as only an organic diplomat can do. Are you up to it?’

In his mind he could see the way Rosa commanded the Ship, the way she smiled, the way she fought, and the way she died. He breathed in deeply.

‘I am.’

He sonic-showered, drank a sweet-tasting nutridrink, then donned the suit that the Ship had produced for him. It was a predominantly black affair of austerely formal cut, with dark blue trim and an odd symbol, a quartered circle containing a smaller off-centre circle, impressed on his chest pocket in pale blue. Regarding himself in a full-length mirror, he had to admit that it made him look good, in a stone-cold, gunslinger diplomat way. A few minutes later he was waiting before the main airlock, Reski Emantes at his side, while an umbilical from the alien vessel adjusted and adapted to the
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’s exterior.

‘So how did you manage to survive that EMP missile?’ he said. ‘Did the Ship have a recording of you as well?’

The droid’s sideways isosceles form turned his way slightly. ‘Crash-shunted into a shielded backup core, a little advantage not open to you organics.’ The droid chuckled. ‘Or those Legion relics.’

A chime sounded in the low, dimpled ceiling and the inner lock doors parted, followed by the outer ones. A shiny roseate walk-way led along the oval umbilical, its opaque grey material punctuated by green strengthening ribs. Through it Robert could just make out the Godhead vessel’s flattened-oval lines. Together they proceeded along its gently down-curved length to a square hatch that parted diagonally. Before they could continue, tiny spotbeams winked on and swung round to converge on the floating droid. An odd liquid voice came from the dark, translucent passage beyond.