Johansen bunked, then frowned. "I suppose it's possible, sir, but if they are, where have they been all this time?"
"I do not know, but if that is the case, they cannot know what has transpired since. They may even believe we are still at war."
"Sir," Obseiver Hinarou broke in, "we are picking up additional sensor emissions. Battle Comp estimates they are targeting systems."
"Acknowledged, Observation."
Their pursuers were far outside weapon range, but that would change. The capital ships were gaining only slowly as they cut the angle on the squadron'scourse, but their escorts were twenty percent faster than his ships. They would reach missile range in little over two hours, and the first group was far closer. They would have the range in less than eighty minutes, and it was thirty hours to the nearest warp point.
Khardanish beckoned, and Johansen crossed to his side. He leaned close to her, speaking softly.
"Either those ships truly are Terran, however and wherever they have come from, or they are not. In either case, we cannot outrun them. If they attack, we will undoubtedly be destroyed, and the consequences to the Alliance may prove disastrous."
"I understand, sir," the lieutenant said when he paused.
"But perhaps we can avoid that eventuality. So far we have used only our own com techs, and they are Theeerlikou'valkhannaieee. You are Human. You must speak for us and convince them of the true state of affairs."
"I'll try, sir."
"I know you will, Saahmaantha." He waved her back to her console, then turned to his com officer. "Patch the lieutenant into your link."
"At once, sir." The communications officer touched a key, then flicked his ears to Johansen, and she drew a deep breath.
"Kepler," she said slowly and distinctly, "this is Lieutenant Samantha Johansen, Terran Federation Navy, aboard the Orion destroyer Znamae. You are not in Terran space. This system was ceded to the Khanate under the Treaty of Tycho. The Federation is not - I repeat, not - at war with the Khanate. We are allies. I say again, the Terran Federation and the Khanate of Orion are allies. Please acknowledge my transmission."
Lieutenant Johansen's words winged across space to the cruiser Kepler, and a stunned com officer relayed them to the superdreadnought Saint-Just.
"What did she say?!" The admiral commanding Task Force One stared at his flag captain in disbelief.
"That the Federation and the Orions are allies," the captain repeated shakenly.
`Holy Terra!" the admiral murmured. "It's worse than we feared possible!"
The captain nodded silently, trying to grapple with the blasphemous possibility, then shook himself.
"Shall we reply, sir?"
"Wait," his admiral commanded, nibbing his prominent nose as he thought. He was silent for several seconds, then looked back up with cold eyes. "Instruct Kepler to reply, Captain. Emphasize that we've been out of contact for many years. Tell this Lieutenant Jo-hansen" - the name was an epithet in his mouth - 'we must investigate her claims. Request, politely, that the Orion ships halt and permit the screen to close with them."
"Aye, sir." The captain's voice was flat with disapproval, and his admiral's eyes flickered with cold amusement.
"If the infidel agrees, we'll halt the remainder of the task force while the screen closes, and then."
The long delay between Johansen's transmission and the response was agonizing, but it finally came, and all eyes on Znamae's bridge turned unobtrusively to the least claw.
"Comments, Saahmaantha?" he asked quietly.
"I don't like it, Captain," she said flatly. "They don't feel right, but they've got the speed to catch us if we run."
"I share the lieutenant's suspicion, sir, and I must point out that if they close to such a short range, their weapons would -
"I know, Yahaarnow," Khardanish said, "but we have small choice, and the Alliance serves both our Khan and the Federation well. If we risk our lives to preserve it, we do no more than our duty." He held the exec's eyes until his ears twitched agreement, then looked at Johansen.
"Very well, Lieutenant, inform them we will comply." He turned back to the exec. "Maintain Status One, but I want no active targeting systems."
The Orion Tenth Destroyer Squadron hung motionless, watching a handful of scanner dots close with it. The remainder of the "Terran" fleet had halted well beyond attack range, and Khardanish hoped that was a good sign, yet uneasiness simmered in his blood, and it was hard to keep his claws from twitching. The faceless com link had refused further communication until rendezvous was made, and its silence bit at his nerves.
He watched Kepler's light dot. The heavy cnser was now at eight light-seconds and closing at a leisurely two percent of light-speed with two light cruisers and three of her brood of destroyers. The other six destroyers had halted at ten light-seconds, just within standard missile range. It looked as if the other side was doing exactly as agreed.
"Range six light-seconds, sir," Observer Hinarou reported.
"Lieutenant, request that they come no closer until we have established visual communications."
"Aye, sir." Johansen activated her com once more. "Kepler, this is Lieutenant Johansen. Our commander requests that you come no closer until visual communications have b - "
"Incoming fire!" Yahaarnow snapped, and the display was suddenly alive with missile traces.
"Return fire!" Khardanish slammed his clawed fist against his armrest. "Enemy flagship is primary target!"
"Aye, sir, opening fire now!"
The Tenth Squadron belched homing missiles, but the reply was pitiful beside the holocaust racing for it, and the enemy drive fields peaked as they charged in for the kill.
"Evasive action!" Khardanish commanded, and his ships, too, leapt to full power. They swerved in frantic evasion maneuvers, and Znamae lurched as the first warhead burst against her shields. The energy gunners had required a moment to activate their targeting systems, but now the force beams opened up, slamming at the enemy with electromagnetic fists.
"Launch courier drones," Khardanish said softly, and his bridge crew knew their commander had already written off his entire squadron.
"There," Kepler's captain said coldly. "That one's done all the talking. That's the one we want."
Courier drones spilled from the embattled destroyers, racing for the warp point beacons as nuclear flame boiled on their mother snips' shields. The squadron's overloaded point defense stations could stop only a handful of the incoming missiles, but Khardanish's own missiles were striking home, and he watched explosions crawl over the heavy cruiser's shields. The invisible blows of his force beams savaged them as well, and they were going down.
But so were his, and the light code of the destroyer Tramad flickered as her last shield died and the first missile impacted on her drive field.
"Target'sshields are weakening," Yahaamow reported. "One enemy destroyer streaming atmosphere. We - "
His voice broke off as a savage burst of energy swept past Znamae's shields and slashed into her bows, and Khardanish's eyes went wide in shock.
"Forward armor destroyed. Life Support Three inactive. Shield Compartment Two no longer responds. Heavy casualties in Missile One."
Khardanish slewed around towards Hinarou, and the observer first's ears were flat to her skull in disbelief.
"That was an x-ray laser, Captain!"
The least claw turned back to his display, but his brain raced. That surpassed anything the Khanate or Federation could do. It took a bomb-pumped laser to produce a weapon-grade beam of x-rays at such a range, and though independently deployed bomb-pumped lasers were feasible for static defenses, they were far too cumbersome for deep-space use against targets capable of radical maneuvers at ten percent of light-speed. And how could anyone use a bomb-pumped laser on board a ship, anyway?! Carbon lasers were retained there because their neutrally-charged photons could pierce a shin's electromagnetic shields, but none of them could do damage like that at this range!
His display wrenched his mind from its thoughts as Tramad's light code suddenly vanished. Now he commanded only three destroyers - and then Honarhae followed Tramad into destruction.
"Shields down!" Yahaamow reported as Znamae's defenses crumbled under the enemy's pounding, bvit no fresh missiles darted in to take advantage of her nakedness. They were tearing his ships to pieces, but aside from that single laser hit, Znarruie had taken no damage at all! Why?