He had a right to be pleased. Even though it had only been a tiny interplanetary jump, two hundred and sixty kilometres was an excellent separation distance. Since leaving Tehama, Villeneuves Revenge had been in orbit around Sacramento. They had extended every sensor, focusing along the trajectory Lance Coulson had sold them until they had found the faint splash of the Krystal Moon s exhaust. With its exact position and acceleration available in real time, it was just a question of manufacturing themselves a jump co-ordinate.
Two hundred and sixty kilometres, there were voidhawks that would be pushed to match that kind of accuracy.
Thermo-dump panels stayed inside the monobonded silicon hull as the Villeneuves Revenge rendezvoused with Krystal Moon . The jump nodes were fully charged. Andr was cautious, they might need to leave in a hurry. It had happened before; stealthed voidhawks lying in wait, Confederation Navy Marines hiding in the cargo-pods. Not to him, though.
Bev, give our target an active sensor sweep, please, Andr ordered.
Yes, Captain, Bev Lennon said. The combat sensors sent out fingers of questing radiation to probe the Krystal Moon .
The brilliant lance of fusion fire at the rear of the Villeneuves Revenge sank away to a minute bubble of radiant helium clinging to the tubes nozzle. Krystal Moon was six kilometres away, wobbling slightly from the impulse imparted by the venting coolant fluid. Thrusters flared around the rear bays, trying to compensate and stabilize.
Ion thrusters on the Villeneuves Revenge fired, nudging the bulky starship in towards its floundering prey. Brendon piloted the multifunction service vehicle up out of the hangar and set off towards the Krystal Moon . One of the cargo-bay doors slowly hinged upwards behind him.
Come on, Brendon, Andr murmured impatiently as the small auxiliary craft rode its bright yellow chemical rocket exhaust across the gap. Ukiah traffic control would know the communication link had been severed in another twelve minutes; it would take the bureaucrats a few minutes to react, then sensors would review the Krystal Moon s track. Theyd see the spaceships fusion drive was off, coupled with the lack of an emergency distress beacon. That could only mean one thing. The navy would be alerted, and if the Villeneuves Revenge was really unlucky a patrolling voidhawk would investigate. Andr was allowing twenty minutes maximum for the raid.
It checks out clean, Bev Lennon reported. But the crew must have survived that first X-ray laser strike, Im picking up electronic emissions from inside the life-support capsule. The flight computers are still active.
And theyve suppressed the distress beacon, Andr said. Thats smart, they must know wed slice that can in half to silence any shout for help. Maybe theyll be in a cooperative mood. He datavised the flight computer to open an inter-ship channel.
Erick heard the hiss of static fill the dimly lit bridge as the AV pillar was activated. A series of musical bleeps came with it, then the distinct sound of a child crying. He saw Madeleine Collums head come up from her acceleration couch, turning in the direction of the communication console. Blue and red shadows flowed over her gaunt, shaven skull.
Krystal Moon , acknowledge contact, Andr said.
Acknowledge? a ragged outraged male voice shouted out of the AV pillar. You shithead animal, two of my crew are dead. Fried! Tina was fifteen years old!
Ericks neural nanonics staunched the sudden damp fire in his eyes. A fifteen-year-old girl. Great God Almighty! These interplanetary ships were often family operated affairs, cousins and siblings combining into crews.
Release the latches on pods DK-30-91 and DL-30-07, Andr said as though he hadnt heard. Thats all were here for.
Screw you.
Well cut them free anyway, Anglo , and if we cut then the capsule will be included. Ill open your hull up to space like the foil on a freeze-dried food packet.
A visual check through the combat sensors showed Erick the MSV was two hundred metres away from the Krystal Moon . Desmond Lafoe had already fitted laser cutters to the crafts robot arms; the spindly white waldos were running through a preprogrammed articulation test. Villeneuves Revenge was lumbering along after the smaller, more agile, auxiliary craft; three kilometres away now.
Well think about it, said the voice.
Daddy! the girl in the background wailed. Daddy, make them go away.
A woman shushed her, sounding fearful.
Dont think about it, Andr said. Just do it.
The channel went silent.
Bastards, Andr muttered. Erick, put another blast through that capsule.
If we kill them, they cant release the pods.
Andr scowled darkly. Scare them, dont kill them.
Erick activated one of the starships lasers; it was designed for close-range interception, the last layer of defence against incoming combat wasps. Powerful and highly accurate. He reduced the power level to five per cent, and lined it up on the front of the life-support capsule. The infrared beam sliced a forty-centimetre circle out of the foam-covered hull. Steamy gas erupted out of the breach.
Andr grunted at what he considered to be Ericks display of timidity, and opened the inter-ship channel again. Release the pods.
There was no answer. Erick couldnt hear the girl any more.
Brendon guided the MSV around the rings of barrel-like cargo-pods circling the Krystal Moon s mid-section. He found the first pod containing microfusion generators, and focused the MSVs external cameras on it. The latch clamps of the cradle it was lying in were closed solidly round the load pins. Sighing regretfully at the time and effort it would cost to cut the pod free, he engaged the MSVs attitude lock, keeping station above the pod, then datavised the waldo-control computer to extend the arm. Droplets of molten metal squirted out where the cutting laser sliced through the clamps, a micrometeorite swarm glowing as if they were grazing an atmosphere.
Somethings happening, Bev Lennon reported. The electronic sensors were showing him power circuits coming alive inside the Krystal Moon s life-support capsule. Atmosphere was still spewing out of the lasered hole, unchecked. Hey
A circular section of the hull blew out. Ericks mind automatically directed the X-ray lasers towards the hole revealed by the crumpled sheet of metal as it twirled off towards the stars. A small craft rose out of the hole, ascending on a pillar of flame. Recognition was immediate: lifeboat.
It was a cone, four metres across at the base, five metres high; with a doughnut of equipment and tanks wrapped round the nose. Tarnished-silver protective foam reflected distorted star-specks. The lifeboat could sustain six people for a month in space, or jettison the equipment doughnut and land on a terracompatible planet. Cheaper than supplying the crew with zero-tau pods, and given that the mother ship would only be operating in an inhabited star system, just as safe.
Merde , now well have to laser every latch clamp, Andr complained. He could see that Brendon had cut loose half of the first pod. By his own timetable, they had nine minutes left. It was going to be a close-run thing. Knock that bloody lifeboat out, Erick.
No, Erick said calmly. The lifeboat had stopped accelerating. Its spent solid rocket booster was jettisoned.