-40-
Several hours later, Hawthorne strode down a gravel path in a park outside a former coalmine. He was in the Joho Mountains of China Sector. Evergreen trees surrounded him, filling the area with pine scent. Captain Mune marched behind at a discrete distance. Other bionic soldiers walked well in front, to the side and in the back.
Hawthorne clasped his hands behind his back. He had spoken with Grand Admiral Cassius again. They had talked about particulars so Hawthorne had a good idea about Cassius’s plan. The Highborn was so dreadfully arrogant and yet so piercingly brilliant.
Thinking deeply, Hawthorne now debated with himself. He halted and glanced at the mountain peaks in the distance. Many were capped with snow. Clouds drifted in the sky, while lower down an eagle soared serenely.
Below him underground was the headquarters for Earth Defense. He’d commanded here on the dreadful day the Highborn had dropped their meteors. They had killed a billion people. The weather patterns were still disharmonious because of it, effecting crops negatively.
“Captain Mune,” said Hawthorne.
The bionic captain hurried near, the soles of his boots crunching gravel. Mune had saved him near here from PHC killers.
“Look up,” said Hawthorne.
Mune did so.
“For the first time in many years, near-Earth space will be devoid of Doom Stars,” Hawthorne said.
“Yes sir.”
“I thought I’d be rejoicing over that,” said Hawthorne. “Instead, I find myself wishing them luck.”
Mune lowered his gaze.
Hawthorne frowned. “I have critical decisions to make, Captain. What I choose…it might mean the death or survival of billions of people on the planet. Do I throw everything in support behind the Highborn to stop the asteroids from annihilating human life? Or do I attempt to practice subterfuge in order to wrest conquered territory from the Highborn?”
Mune shook his head. “I don’t know, sir.”
“You and I have been together a long time.”
“Yes sir.”
“You were my jailor once. Do you remember?”
A troubled looked crossed Mune’s heavy face. “Lord Director Enkov was a hard man, sir. He…he made me what I am.”
“You killed him later,” said Hawthorne.
Mune said nothing, but he gave the Supreme Commander a questioning look.
“Do I launch our painstakingly built Orion-ships?” asked Hawthorne. “If so, how many do I send at the asteroids? Should I hold some back to wrest near-orbital space control from the Highborn?”
“Are you asking my opinion, sir?” asked Mune.
“…I suppose I am,” Hawthorne said with a tired smile.
“Sir, I watched the meteors fall to Earth that day here. I would not allow you to act then. My sorrow over my actions—I live with that sorrow everyday.”
“Use everything I have to stop the asteroids?” asked Hawthorne. “Is that what you’re saying?”
“We’re talking about human extinction, sir.”
Hawthorne craned his head, looking straight up. He was a mote in the teeming cauldron of humanity named Earth. In the end, he wasn’t that important. Maybe it was time to risk everything. If the asteroids hit…everything else became moot. If they stopped the asteroids, then there was time enough later to resist the Highborn.
Rubbing his forehead, Hawthorne realized that he was tired to the core of his being. He had to throw everything into the fray to try to eke every percentage point he could. The cyborgs would obliterate humanity otherwise.
“Captain,” Hawthorne said, “I wonder if you’d be interested in directly helping the outcome.”
“Sir?” asked Mune.
“You’re the best soldier Social Unity has. Your fellow bionic soldiers…tell me which elite troops we have who are your superiors.”
Mune tilted his head. “I’ve never thought of it that way, sir. I’m not sure I know who those soldiers are.”
“I’m afraid I don’t either.”
“Afraid sir?” asked Mune.
“Afraid,” Hawthorne said, as he stared up at the clouds. If Earth was to remain serene like this, he had to act with everything he possessed. Anything else would be egotistical posturing. He’d overthrown other Directors in order to save the Earth. Now he had to risk totally or go down as the man who’d lost humanity its existence.
-41-
Far away from the Joho Mountains and Earth, a lone meteor-ship hurtled between Jupiter and Mars. It approached the Sun’s orbit, trying to get on the other side of it where the Earth, Mars and the asteroid strike were.
Inside in the Spartacus’s command center, Nadia Kluge said, “Get ready for the transmission.”
Marten stood behind his chair, watching the main screen. Jupiter was nearly 750,000,000 kilometers away. At the speed of light, it took a laser lightguide message almost forty-two minutes to reach the ship. A forty-two minute delay was far too long to have any meaningful two-way conversation.
Marten was tense. They had traveled for over eight weeks now. What was going on at Earth? How would the Highborn react to the asteroid strike? The Praetor had helped kill cyborgs. The bastard of a Highborn had given his life to slay the Web-Mind. Would the Highborn sweeping in conquest on Earth feel the same way?
Tan’s image appeared on the screen. She wore a white gown with a golden circuit around her forehead. Her eyes appeared glassy and it seemed her head swayed the tiniest bit. In the background waved the Jovian banner of a lidless eye in the middle of a pyramid.
“In the name of the Dictates, I hail the Force-Leader and crew,” Tan said softly. “A new adjustment has occurred in the Jovian System. The populaces of Ganymede and Europa agreed to a plebiscite and overwhelming voted me as the new Solon of the Jovian Confederacy. Their faith in my abilities at this critical juncture humbles me. Whatever hesitation I feel accepting the post, I submerge for the good of the all.”
“What happened?” cried Marten’s weapons-officer.
“Quiet!” snapped Marten. “Let me hear.”
“I suspect there is great rejoicing in the Spartacus,” said Tan. “At this terrible juncture in history, it must bring soothing relief to know that the moons of Jupiter are safe-guarded by my wisdom. Each of us must do his or her part. I have submerged my will in this in order to work ceaselessly toward our safety. Now you in the Spartacus must do likewise. You are guardians of great daring and courage. You represent the Jovian people. In the interest of continued human existence, the Jovian Confederacy has agreed to an alliance with the Planetary Union of Mars, with Social Unity and now with the Highborn. After much deliberation, an over-arching strategy has been achieved.
“It will no doubt interest you to know that the Spartacus will play a pivotal role in the coming battle.”
“What’s she talking about?” asked the weapons-officer.
Marten pointed at the officer. “Silence!” he said. Then Marten turned back to the screen.
Small Tan picked up a silver chalice, sipping from it. Smiling at them, she said softly, “After my message, you shall receive strategic data. In a word, you will join in a space marine assault on the asteroids. Marten Kluge is an expert at these sorts of assaults. I point to his attack on the Beamship Bangladesh and against the rogue moon Carme.”
Marten scowled.
“I am told the over-arching concept originated with Grand Admiral Cassius of the Highborn,” Tan said. “As the plan is elegant and economical of force, I have concurred. You are hereby ordered to attack the asteroid-cluster and land space marines on planetoid surfaces, to evict any cyborgs there and gain control of the propulsion systems.”
“How are we supposed to reach the asteroids to land on them?” asked Nadia.
“Shhh!” said Marten.
“You will accelerate your ship and pivot around Mars, changing your heading to catch up to the asteroid-cluster,” Tan said. “The coordinates will be forthcoming. It is possibly a suicidal mission, and your courage for the good of the whole is hereby noted and applauded. You will not be alone in this assault, but you alone will represent the best of the Jovian Dictates. Given that truth, I implore you to fight with enthusiasm and show the others the greatness of the Dictates. In such a manner, your deaths will not go in vain.