Authors: Wesley Chu
Kuo walked to an open courtyard where the survivors of three tribes were being corralled and divided into laborers, watchers, and couriers. It was a large group, numbering nearly two thousand. She found Ewa consorting with a group of troopers and pulled her aside. “How many troopers and Valta personnel do we need to administer this many new savages?”
“Nearly seventy percent of our active hours, Senior,” Ewa said. “At least for two days until they get under control and organized, then it'll require almost fifty percent to keep all the indentured in line and doing their job.”
“This is inefficient and unacceptable. It will completely stall our offensive.”
Ewa nodded. “The blocks we control grow by the day. It is difficult enough maintaining an offensive line with only two thousand combat personnel. We're acquiring buildings too quickly, and do not have enough ground personnel to cover them. Furthermore, we've received scattered reports of activity to the north, so we're utilizing even more resources patrolling blocks we've already conquered.”
Kuo fumed. Maintaining momentum was important. She could see her entire offensive flounder under its own weight, otherwise. “The further south we move, the denser these buildings become. The only way we can sustain this pace is to change requirements. Lower squad readiness strength from eighty percent to fifty. These savages are nothing. Half-strength is all we need. Otherwise, we risk getting bogged down as an occupying force. I want the shocker pods moving at all times.”
“That doesn't address the problems with the indentured or maintaining the integrity of the watch line,” Ewa said. “Fifty percent are needed just to force the savages to do their job. We don't have enough resources to do both.”
“Perhaps we are approaching it from the wrong angle, then,” Kuo said. “I have a new idea. This group of freshly acquired savages will be our test case. We put the healthy ones to work performing menial labor and maintaining the watch line. We hold the weak and the elderly in holding pens. If the healthy ones do not properly perform their duties, we punish their loved ones.”
“Hostages, Senior?” said Ewa.
“Motivation,” Kuo replied. “For good service. In return, we clothe, feed, and house their people. This would solve two problems at once, since it requires less personnel to guard the old and weak.” She pointed at the sullen group of prisoners huddled in the middle of the room, broken and bloodied from the day's fighting. “Here are your new orders, Securitate. Group all the savages by their family units: fathers, mothers, children, and then split them. The able on the left and the weak on the right. Set them to their duties with the understanding that their evaluation is performance-based and that the health of their families rests upon their fulfillment of their responsibilities.”
“Yes, Senior.”
Kuo stepped to the side while Ewa carried out her orders. The room became filled with sobs and cries and screams as the monitors pulled children from parents, wives from husbands. A few of them tried to resist, only to be beaten into submission. This process continued for nearly thirty minutes as the thousands were divided into two groups. It became apparent early on, though, that a third group had to be formed.
A large percentage, nearly half of the savages here, had no significant links to be accountable for. After the recent battles, many of the healthy and able savages had died. Many others had fled, leaving behind those who couldn't follow. Ewa ended up dividing those without personal connections into this third group, and it was the largest one by far. She approached Kuo when it was done. “What should we do with these, Senior?”
That was something Kuo hadn't considered. The wastelanders here had already proven themselves unreliable without proper motivation. Giving them positions of responsibility was out of the question. Keeping them out of charity even more so. Kuo walked to the bridge to the adjacent building and looked across at the darkened entrance.
A hundred meters down, where the bridge connected, a wall of bricks and garbage was being piled up, a barricade of sorts. The primitives actually thought it would make a difference. Most of the savage tribes had tried to do something of this nature every time the Co-op invaded a new building. It must be the way they were used to fighting each other. It usually took her forces less than five minutes to punch through, though it was often the most dangerous part of the attack. Nearly half of their casualties so far had come from insertion points. It gave her another idea.
Kuo pointed at the building adjacent to them, the next on their list to attack. “The hounds estimate there are at least the same number of savages in the next building as there were here. When we took this building, they were entrenched, waiting for us. The next building will be even more difficult, and the one after that still more so. Instead of fighting them for every inch, let's soften them up a bit before we send our own forces in.”
“I don't understand.”
Kuo pointed at the third group. “We will not waste anything or anyone. Drive all these unattached prisoners into the adjacent buildings and have them spread word of our arrival. Sow terror among those who think they can stand up to us. Who knows, perhaps those savages will just surrender without us even firing a shot. In the worst case, the primitives will have to deal with a refugee crisis, either by killing them or housing them. It will sap their resources and their resolve. In any case, it will be out of our hands.”
Ewa nodded. “I will tell the troopers to drive them out.”
Kuo watched as the orders were relayed across the room. The prisoners looked dazed as they were brought to their feet and corralled toward the bridge.
Kuo rolled her eyes. “Ewa, when I say drive them out, I meant like this.” She activated her exo and created a large white trunk. She trotted to the near end of the group and smashed it into them, sending bodies flying into the other bodies.
The savages in the group milled around at first, confused and unsure if they were supposed to stay still or run. They had been guaranteed safety and food as long as they surrendered. Now, wavering between fighting back and obeying, their natural instincts won out.
Kuo pressed on, pushing them forward with her trunk and attacking anyone who got too close. To her left, Ewa did the same. To her right, the monitors followed her lead, though with decidedly less enthusiasm and effectiveness. In a few seconds, it became a stampede as that third group of savages fled across the bridge, scurrying like rodents away from a flood, out toward the entrance of the next building over.
“Hold,” Kuo said at the base of the bridge. “Don't let them back.”
Already, chaos was unfolding as the defenders of the barricade in the other building met the fleeing prisoners with weapons drawn. The few who tried to turn back were met with wrist beams and exo trunks. The bridge became a death trap as the panicked savages were unable to move forward or back. Inevitably, most were trampled under the weight of the mob.
“Urge them forward,” Kuo instructed, and watched as the monitors advanced.
The pressure built as the prisoners surged forward, finally overrunning the defensive barricade in the next building. Like a pressure valve bursting open, the fleeing and panicked prisoners spilled over and a full-blown riot broke out.
Satisfied, Kuo signaled for the monitors to stop their advance. “Maintain position here until nightfall.” She signaled to Ewa. “Let them stir up chaos for two hours. As soon as the tired defenders think they have everything under control, we roll in. This will be our tactic going forward. From this point on, we will use these prisoners as our vanguard.”
As Kuo left the room, her second hurriedly followed and called after her. “Excuse me, Senior?”
“What is it?”
“I don't want to speak out of turn⦔
“You are my second and have earned your worth several times over. Out with it.”
Ewa gestured at the crowd huddled in one corner. “You're asking that we corral them like fodder. These savages might not be earners, but they are still human.”
“And you propose we care for them simply because they are? What value do they provide us, or to humanity as a whole?”
Her second stopped. “I'm just saying there are thousands of these savages here on the island. We can't just treat them all like expendable animals.”
Kuo scanned the room at the large group of corralled savages. “Do you know,” she said softly, “where I was born, Ewa?”
Ewa frowned. “Your surname says you're from Europa, doesn't it?”
“That was changed when I was young. I was actually born on Rhea.”
Kuo's second looked surprised. “The failed socialist state?”
“My family fled to Europa and bribed the refugee administrators in order to avoid the stigma attached to our colony. But yes, I grew up there right as it was falling apart. I had a front-row seat to one of humanity's worst social experiments.” She looked at Ewa. “You look surprised.”
“I apologize for asking, Senior.” Her second in command bowed. “You are just one of the last people I would ever consider having a socialist upbringing.”
Kuo looked as if she had just eaten something distasteful. “My father, a noted habitat architect, was recruited by the government to design module additions for Rhea. The colony had attracted many skilled minds as potential colonists with promises of equality and easy living. For a while, it worked. The provisional government provided for all our needs. Eventually. though, there were too many nonproductive people to support, and too few of worth doing work. I still remember the inevitable food riots and module gangs taking over and hoarding oxygen shipments. The colony fell under its own dead weight, and like most, it was the takers who continued to take.”
“Did your family make it out?” Ewa asked.
“They did. All except my father, who, to his dying day, was working hard to keep the colony functioning, even as the mobs tore into his module and rerouted the life support systems from his building.” Kuo pointed at the huddled crowd. “I was young, but I remember. In the end, the mobs, those people of little value who did not contribute to humanity, they looked a lot like them.” She turned to Ewa. “Just remember, Securitate. It does not take much dead weight to sink an entire ship. If we do not cut them away quickly, they will drag us all down.” Kuo began to walk out of the room.
“I'm sorry about your father,” Ewa called after her.
Kuo did not bother to look back. “Don't be. He was a foolish man with foolish ideas.”
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The Elfreth were finally able to do the one thing that had been previously impossible: unpack. There was something therapeutic about being able to take their belongings out from storage and set them out. For the first time in months, they were no longer transients. The cooks were able to set up a kitchen. The teachers were able to choose a room and schedule school again. Even the farm animals were given an entire floor so they could graze freely on the wild vegetation that grew on the higher levels. Best of all, the Elfreth had a home again. Elise, Franwil, and the rest of the elders suddenly had to become city planners and unpack the entire tribe across the three floors the Flatirons had allocated them.
One of the first things they had to concern themselves with was planting new crops. The farmers were given nine floors on the upper levels, that received enough sun during the day to farm. Replenishing their blood corn, glow shrooms, and crippling weeds stores would be important to the tribe's continuing survival. Fortunately, almost all of the crops being planted were fast-growing, some sprouting and ready to harvest in as little as a week.
The Flatirons must have decided to trust them, because the morning after Elise and Crowe came to an agreement, all their restrictions disappeared. She no longer felt like they were living in a prison. Instead, they were given the run of the entire building and the freedom to mingle with the Flatirons, though both sides still mostly stayed with their own. The two tribes would need more time to get better acquainted.
By the end of the first week, as Elise walked through the three newly-established floors of living quarters, she could already feel the sense of community returning to the Elfreth. The bulk of the tribe lived on the fifty-seventh floor, dubbed Middle Village. The floor used to be an office, a massive cubicle farm with rows of walled offices on the sides. It took a little planning and more than a bit of mediation between quarreling families angling for the best spaces, but eventually, everyone was allocated a place of their own. They even put up street names so people knew how to navigate the maze of corridors.
The cooks had set up their kitchen on the north side of the fifty-sixth floor, called the Lower Village. The guardians made the south end of that floor their headquarters. The newly-erected blacksmith's hearth shared the same fire sources as the kitchen on the northeast side, and the entire west side was reserved for food storage.
The Upper Village, on the fifty-eighth floor, was more open. The Elfreth converted a series of small rooms on the northwest end into a school. Shops, vendors, and services quickly filled out the rest of the floor. By the end of the week, a thriving market had sprung up, and Elise could hear the friendly chatter of tribesmen living their lives again.
Elise even had a corner office to call her own. It amused her, because she always thought she'd have to move into an office when she was too old to pilot a mechanoid or handle the physically taxing work of a field biologist. Instead, she had earned it by somehow getting saddled with the head honcho job for a tribe of future earth primitives. Go figure.
The most important thing she had to take care of was the tribe's responsibility for guarding the northern and eastern barricades. Elise had promised Crowe that the Elfreth would completely take care of all four barricades on those sides. Their tenure in the All Galaxy depended on whether they kept their end of the bargain. She spent the bulk of her time with Eriao working out a barricade rotation, making sure a system was in place to make sure all her guardians knew their roles and had emergency contingency plans.