The approach, of course, had been monitored. Blinkstat contact had been made hours previously. It was another example of the stagnancy which had fallen over the Empire's military that communication codes and procedures had not been altered in the time since Lex and his Empire friends had taken to Texican space in the old T.E.S.Grus . Arden Wal's statement that he was officer in command of a battle group sent out as additional reinforcements was accepted. Empire did not expect attack from the rear. They were facing one thinly populated planet. Their confidence was based on the knowledge that behind them were a million worlds controlled by Empire, millions of ships on duty.
In voice contact, Lex heard Wal ask for position orders, heard the orders given. The Empire fleet was spread over millions of cubic miles of space, and the position assigned to them was not suitable, too far from the main headquarters group which was their target.
Wal was equal to the occasion. "Request repeat of the previous message," he said, signaling for a short blink which put the Texican fleet within optical instrument reach of the Empire force.
"You are far out of position," came the irritated answer. There followed coordinates for a blink, but the Texicans were moving at sub-light speeds, closing the gap.
"You are entering guarded space," the voice of the Empire communication said. "Halt. Reverse your thrust. That is an order."
"We have you on optics and will pass safely," Wal sent.
There was a short pause and then a voice full of authority came onto the communicator, a voice with cold fury. "What do you think this is, Admiral, amateur night at the maneuvers?"
Two thousand ships closed on ten thousand. The dangers of collision were small, but the movement of the Texican fleet was against all Empire regulations.
"Perhaps our optics are malfunctioning," Wal said, in a cowed voice. "Sir, could you glow your ships for a visual check?"
"I want to see you, sir, in my quarters when you're in position," the arrogant voice of command said, but ahead, near, pleasingly near, dots of light began to gleam as the headquarters fleet lit up to avert possible collision.
"This is an order," came the voice. "You will reverse blink at once to a distance of one-tenth unit. Then we will send a guide, since you're incapable of finding your way."
"Targets," Lex said, on the private communicator which linked his two thousand young Texicans. "Lock."
"Yes, sir, at once," Wal said, but the fleet continued to close.
"We are preparing to fire on you," the fleet commander said, his voice cold and full of fury.
"Now," Lex sent, hitting his release button, disengaging smoothly from his Vandy hull, in the advance, hitting his sub-light speed control at the same time, shooting hisZelda out and away and seeing the blinks and glow of power as two thousand vehicles followed, darting toward the Empire fleet even as the Empireites realized, their instruments now reading dead ships and, astoundingly, live ships, unseen, over them, under them, around them, moving in like darting insects.
Lances of fire came out from the ships on the near flank, lighting dark space. Behind Lex, the dead fleet, shieldless, glowed and burned, but he was boring in, dodging, twisting, avoiding the beams skillfully, finding that it was child's play compared to herding a spooked wingling.
Now it was a matter of seconds and seconds were critical, for the Empire was mounting screens, the dim glow of power beginning to show on first one ship and then another.
The flagship was his. At the center, he saw it, huge, a lovely target. He zoomed in and over and threw reverse power at the last instant, darting into the shield as it closed over him, his airors making contact with the hull aft of the main weapons turrets in a blind spot. He engaged the magnetic grapple and said, "Report."
There was a wait of seconds before group leaders began to count down. It was a simple affirmative, agreed upon in the long sessions of training. Each individual reports to his leader, each leader reports to a group leader, ten group leaders say, "Got 'em, Lex; OK, boy; yes indeed, buddy."
There was a frenzy in the fleet as weapons continued to sear and burn the remnants of the dead ships left behind, the Empire discards which had been the Texicans' passport through thickly patrolled Empire space. Then, in a silence, space lit only by the dim glow of the screens of the Empire fleet, Lex opened his communication to an Empire frequency and said, "Overfleet Lord Kal, in the name of Texas, I ask you for surrender."
He waited. He felt a hint of the nausea of excitement. Now would come a test of Empire loyalty.
"I am, sir, Captain Lexington Burns, Republic of Texas. I am in a position to destroy your ship, sir. It and all the ships in your fleet. However, I do not wish to cause wholesale death. Will you speak with me?"
Again he waited. And there was, in his ear, the same voice of command, Overfleet Lord Kal, the Emperor's own choice, a noble from old Earth. "I will speak."
"Read your hull, sir," Lex said. He activated and deactivated the grapple, causingZelda to bump up and down on the huge Rearguard's metal plates. "Do you hear a thumping aft of the main turrets?" He could imagine the reason for the long delay. Ahead of him, weapons swiveled, but he was below the angle of fire. Over him the screen flickered.
"I am sitting on your plates, Lord Kal, with fifty pounds of expand. In case you are not familiar with Texican expand, it has, in fifty pounds, almost one kiloton of explosive power."
He waited.
"I am in a small, mobile vehicle which can penetrate your screen from the inside, as you must know. I can be off and away before detonation. I do not want to destroy you. I offer you terms, terms which are quite lenient. Surrender. Fly your ship to Texican space on my direction and you will be treated as a prisoner of war."
"You, sir," said Lord Kal, "are a madman."
"Must I kill to demonstrate that I am capable of destroying ten thousand of your ships?"
"On the contrary," said Lord Kal, "I must kill you. Granted, you are in contact with my ship, but you are in the center of a million Empire ships. Even if you can destroy a limited number of my command, you cannot escape."
"But you'll be dead," Lex said. "You and all the men in your headquarters fleet. Do you desire that?"
Silence. Then, "I have alerted the fleet, Texican. Within minutes you will be surrounded by a million ships. Now I ask you to surrender."
"Would you, then, like to choose which of your ships, those nearest you, will be the first to die?"
"Lord Kal," Arden Wal's voice came, "I beg of you. Don't force us to kill. I am Arden Wal, former Fleet Captain in the Emperor's service, now in the service of Texas."
"You are a traitor, then." No, a free man," Wal said, "with your thought monitor removed from my brain." Silence. Then Wal, on the Empire frequency, speaking passionately. "To each of you, each officer of
rank in the Empire's fleet, I offer this. I am authorized to tell you that Texas offers you your freedom. From personal knowledge I can tell you that each of you is a slave to the Empire. You think, perhaps, that you have been trusted officers of the Emperor, while, all along, inside your brain is a device which reads your very thoughts, invades the most private of your personal feelings. You have been used. Now your commander is asking that you die for an Empire which values you less than it values one old Vandy. Surrender. Come with us to Texas and discover freedom."
"This is your commander," Lord Kal broadcast. "If any ship moves, the guns of the fleet will be used on her." "General Wal," Lex said, "we have to do it." There was a sadness in his voice.
"Yes," Wal answered. "Lord Kal," Lex sent, "train your instruments on the new Rearguard on your port quarter at an inclination of thirty-five degrees."
He had established, during Wal's oration, that Blant Jakkes was locked onto that particular Rearguard. In a quick conversation on the Texican wavelength, he had prepared Jakkes, and he knew that it would be a severe test of the man. To kill a thousand men was not a simple matter.