Victory (29 page)

“He deserves it, General. Any discord and confusion we can create on their side can only serve us.”

“Fine,” he said, not wanting to argue further. What was done was done. “And the second?”

“The second is just a failsafe. If the Swarm decides to make our Mr. Isaacson a
friend
, the implants are programmed to explode. Should take out anyone close by, too. Hopefully Volodin, if not Malakhov himself. If we’re lucky, he’ll be near a singularity containment system and destroy it. Who knows, maybe there’ll be a chain reaction that will take out the whole damn station.”

That's a big
if
, you friggin’ petulant politician.

“Very well, ma’am. In that case, I recommend we—”

“Sir! New sensor contact!”

His head snapped toward the rattled officer at the sensor station. “What is it?”

“Unknown, sir. Whatever it is, it’s big. Putting it onscreen now.”

The image of Avery switched to a splitscreen view. Her face contorted to one of dread shock, while the other half of the screen showed something impossible.

A small moon, surrounded by a shroud of swirling dust and debris, had suddenly appeared several tens of thousands of kilometers away, surrounded by a fleet of Swarm carriers, moving incredibly fast in their direction.

Toward Earth.

Chapter Sixty-Five

Bridge, ISS Victory

Interstellar Space, 2.3 Lightyears From Sirius

It turned out the marine escort was not as necessary as Granger feared. When he stepped onto the bridge, he saw some friendly familiar faces mixed in with the
Victory
’s crew. Lieutenant Diaz conferred with the officers at the XO’s station. Ensign Prince, head still bandaged, sat next to the
Victory
’s helmsman. Ensign Diamond had replaced one of the tactical officers who Granger remembered as bleeding from the forehead. For the most part, stern nods met him as he walked toward the captain’s chair.
 

“Ship status?”

Commander Oppenheimer slid into the XO’s chair next to Lieutenant Diaz. His eyes trailed over the array of status reports. “Engine three still out. Power plant is operating at twenty percent, but your chief engineer has taken over down there and promised me fifty percent within the hour—”

“We don’t have an hour,” he grumbled, then raised his head to the comm. “Rayna, this is Granger. I need q-jump capability. When can I have it?”

“Sorry, Cap’n, things are a mess down here. When do you need it?”

“Ten minutes ago.”

She snorted. “Good luck with that, Cap’n.”

“Rayna, our entire civilization hangs by a thread. We need to get to Penumbra Three right
now
, and if we don’t, we may as well get really comfortable here on the
Victory
because it’s going to be our home for a very long, long time, seeing how Earth will soon become a large ball of molten rock.”

Silence on the other end, punctuated by colorful muttering under Commander Scott’s breath.

“Commander?”

“I’ll reroute power from engine two to the q-jump caps. We won’t need much acceleration, will we? The power shunts will overheat, but they’ll hold. I think. Give me a few minutes, Cap’n.”

“Thank you, Commander. Granger out.”

Oppenheimer shook his head. “Captain, what’s the rush? We’re safe for the moment. Shouldn’t we be getting back to Earth and reporting in to CENTCOM?”

Granger debated telling the whole bridge crew what their mission had become, especially seeing how the likelihood of coming back from it alive was on the lower end of reasonable.

But they deserved to know. Whether they liked it or not, he was their captain now. And they were his crew. He’d likely be sending them all into battle again before this was all over, and they deserved to know what they were up against. “Commander, we’re going to the Penumbra system because that is where the Russian Confederation has been producing the singularity devices for the Swarm.”

“Do you think we can disable them if we go there? Won’t they be guarded by the Russian fleet?”

“Most likely.” He explained the rest of what he knew, going over most of what Krull had told him before she died, laying out the stakes, only withholding one key piece of information, namely, that he had no idea how to permanently end the meta-swarm’s incursions into their universe. They’d have to figure that part out once they got there.

“Incredible,” breathed Oppenheimer. The rest of the bridge crew looked stunned. They were trying to process the possibilities, the ramifications—how could incorporeal beings reach through meta-space and exert their influence in our universe? Granger could see the fear in their eyes as they realized they were up against not just a mortal threat, but an immortal one.

“Look,” began Granger, swinging around to look at the entire bridge crew one by one. “I can tell you, from personal experience, that....”

That what?
That he was the Hero of Earth? That he’d fly into a singularity, magically fix things, and come back as the triumphant hero and all would be well? That everything was going to be ok?

“I can tell you that things may seem bleak, but no matter what, I won’t give up, and I know you won’t either. We’ll figure this out. Trust me. I pledge you my life, such as it is ... look, we don’t have time for speeches. Just do your duty, I’ll do mine, and at the end of the day, that’s all we can do. Understood?”
 

Everyone nodded.
Good
. He pointed at the comm station. “Get me the Skiohra ship.”

Moments later, a Skiohra crew member appeared on the screen. The same one that had appeared behind Krull before—perhaps one of her deputies. “Granger,” she said, seeming to seethe. “Vice Imperator Scythia Krull is dead. Our ship is crippled, and over four hundred thousand of your soldiers still occupy our home. Explain yourself.”

Granger held up his hands. “Treachery, my friend. The treachery and influence of the Valarisi runs deep. I suspect even up to our highest levels of command. I’m ... I’m sorry. For all the loss among your people. For Krull. She was an amazing example of leadership.”

The Skiohra bowed her head. “She was. And all her Children.” The tone of her voice, even though alien, spoke of unspeakable grief. “She was the eldest. The Matriarch of Matriarchs. Her story will be told throughout the generations.” She spoke to someone out of view of the screen, giving a few orders, before turning back to Granger. “I am Vice Imperator Polrum Krull. Scythia was my grandmother. I lead the family aboard this ship now—I and my fifty thousand Children,” she added, putting a hand on her chest, presumably to indicate her offspring who lived the Interior Life.

“Polrum Krull, I am on my way to the Penumbra system. I know it is too much to ask for assistance, but any advice you might have would be appreciated. Do you know the layout of the station there? The status of any fleets protecting it? Anything you know, anything at all, would help enormously.”

Polrum Krull bowed again. “Scythia warned me you would ask about this.” She looked to the side and gave more orders to someone off-camera. “Granger, Scythia told you she was charged by the Valarisi to manage their periods of rest, and to negotiate with the Adanasi. All of the matriarchs were involved in the effort, overseen by the Valarisi, of course. I, and most of my Children, are particularly skilled in the sciences, and I was one of the principles among my people to integrate the Adanasi technology aboard the Valarisi ships.”

Granger did a double take. “Are you saying...?”

“You will need help understanding their technology, Captain, and understanding how they are using it to destroy your world. Scythia Krull told me through the Ligature that helping you would be essential to our people's survival. Though it pains me to offer it—your people's treachery has been ruinous for us—we will come with you to Penumbra Three, if you like.”

If I like?

Granger smiled. “Polrum Krull, you will be most welcome.”

Chapter Sixty-Six

Bridge, ISS Victory

High Orbit, Penumbra Three

It took several hours to complete the series of q-jumps out toward the Penumbra system, as it was at the other end of Russian Confederation space. But during that time he coordinated with Colonel Barnard, still holed up on the Skiohra dreadnought
Benevolence
, who, once he heard they were about to attack the Russian base responsible for producing all the terrifying weapons of the enemy, was more than happy to assist in the invasion.

And an invasion it would be. Polrum Krull reported that the station was massive—a hollowed-out asteroid. And not like the asteroids that were used in the construction of the
Constitution
and the
Warrior
and the rest of the old Legacy Fleet. This one could easily swallow any one of them whole, with room to spare for a few Swarm carriers. Polrum Krull didn’t know how many ships were patrolling the orbits of Penumbra Three, nor how many soldiers Malakhov kept stationed there, but Granger wasn’t going to leave anything to chance.

Each marine boarding ship would detach from the
Benevolence
and line up at the docking ports of the station. Four hundred thousand soldiers was probably overkill, but Granger wanted to be ready for anything. The
Benevolence
and the
Victory
would have to handle whatever ships, or, god forbid, fleets, that were patrolling the area.

“We’ll secure the station, Captain. Then come aboard and do what you need to do,” said Colonel Barnard on the viewscreen. A large gash ran across his face—a wound sustained during the aborted battle for the dreadnought. He’d lost a lot of men in the attempted takeover, but he seemed willing to overlook the fact that they were now cooperating with the enemies that, up until a few hours ago, were putting up a spirited defense of their ship. Granger gave the man credit for his professionalism—after he’d explained the situation and given the order, Barnard simply grit his teeth, saluted, and asked what he could do to help. He figured the army man was just thankful for a chance to finally see some action in defense of Earth, and didn’t care much whether he got to knock Skiohra heads, or Russian ones.

“Thank you, Colonel. Rules of engagement: shoot to kill on sight, unless you see they’re a technician or scientist. Even then, if they don’t immediately submit ... well, you know the drill. We have no time to waste. I need that station within ten minutes, if you can manage it.”

“Ten? I’ll have it in five sir,” the colonel said with a salute. “Barnard out.”

Granger turned to Ensign Prince. “Final q-jump ready?”

“Ready, sir.”

“Initiate.”

The viewscreen shifted from an angled perspective of the vast Skiohra ship, to a view that Granger recognized from two months earlier, when he’d arrived the first time at Penumbra with his erstwhile invasion fleet. That time, he’d been on a mission to engage in a guerrilla campaign against the Swarm—catch them off balance, distract them, draw their attention away from invading human worlds and toward defending their own.

Little did he know that he could have ended it all by bombarding the surface below, or taking out the station where the Russians were producing the singularities. Of course, he still had no idea if either of those things would end the Swarm. That was his new mission. End them permanently. Not only destroy their weapons, and their worlds, but kick them out of the universe for good.

“Any ships? Fleets?”

“Several dozen Russian cruisers docked at the station, and a handful more in the vicinity,” came the reply from tactical.

“What is their posture?”

Ensign Diamond shook his head. “They’re not mobilizing.”

“They may not know we’re a threat yet, since we’re with the dreadnought. We need to take advantage of their ignorance quickly. Colonel Barnard, you’re up. Commence operations,” he said into his comm channel.

He watched as the IDF marines’ boarding ships detached from the dreadnought and darted over to the station—a massive rock whose surface was interrupted here and there by gleaming metallic surfaces, viewports, docking ports, giant bay doors—large enough to admit passage of the
Victory
and possibly a Swarm carrier—and all sorts of antennae, dishes, and other sensor equipment peeking out from the rocky surface.

“Captain,” said Ensign Diamond, “conducting routine scans of the solar system, sir. Turns out the star is a binary. It’s companion is a black hole.”

The words electrified him. “A black hole, you say?” He turned back to the science station where
Victory
’s new science officer sat. “Confirm, Ensign Roth?”

“Yes, sir. About thirty solar masses. The hole and the star both mutually orbit a barycenter, but they’re far enough away from each other that the event horizon is pretty quiet. Virtually no x-rays or gamma rays coming from the poles.”

A black hole. A singularity. The coincidence was too much. “Shelby?” he said. “What do you think?”

“Tim, there are millions of black holes in the galaxy. Binary systems like this are common.”

“But ... you don’t think it’s a possibility?”

“Of course it’s a possibility, and we should keep an open mind. But if this one has somehow become a meta-space link, why aren’t all black holes meta-space links? Like I said, there are millions them—that we know about. There might be billions, for all we know—the galaxy’s a big place.”

“Fine.” Still, it was an odd coincidence. “Diamond, status of the marines?”

“All troop transports have docked, sir. Sporadic fighting reported.”

The wait was almost unbearable, though in reality, only fifteen minutes passed before Colonel Barnard called over from the station. “Captain Granger?”

“Yes, Colonel?”

The words he was hoping for. “The station is secure, sir. Minimal casualties.” He almost sounded disappointed—it appeared this wasn’t the battle he was hoping for.

“Thank you, Barnard.”

Proctor looked up from the science station, where she’d been huddling with a few member of her team she’d brought over from the
Warrior
. “Tim, take a look at this.”

“Can it wait? We need to get over there and figure out what’s going on.”