Yes, Tischendorf thought, and you were rivals in almost everything, from the saber team to the classroom. And over Carmen Apraxin, when she came along; that's what spoiled it. "I didn't bring this up idly," he said. "You two were the chief candidates for command of the Provos, and the difference in your grades and gaming scores was thin. But in your favor. And you had the best command temperament: more objective, and I've never known you to be abrasive."
Soong examined the words and found them true. "Not that gaming scores are so important with Charley Gordon available," he found himself saying.
"True. And there's another point in your favor. You discovered Charley's talent, and had the balls to stick your neck out and make him battle master. I doubt that Ax would have done either of them. I'm not at all sure I would have."
With the specifications in hand on the fleet additions, Charley Gordon plunged into reworking his strategies, tactics, protocols, and fleet organization. At the same time considering possible changes in Wyzhnyny strategy and tactics. Charley claimed to have a good, if imperfect, sense of what those changes would be.
Soong felt uncomfortable with some of Charley's adjustments; they seemed too daring. Nonetheless he accepted Charley's new system in toto, showing no misgivings.
He'd always been stoic-his aunts and older cousins had commented on it-and rarely did that stoicism take the form of grim resignation. But now the situation was more urgent than at Paraiso. He'd also be risking much greater resources, and he needed to do even better than before. Because the Wyzhnyny were getting closer, and time-the Commonwealth's most critical resource-was shrinking.
At the rendezvous, Charley's new battlecomp package was uploaded to the entire fleet. The battle groups remained the basic tactical units, but in the enlarged fleet, a new hierarchical level was added-the battle wing-to facilitate heavier concentrations of firepower. Instead of five battle groups, there were now four battle wings of five groups each, and part of a fifth. When Vice Admiral Carmen Apraxin-DaCosta's Liberation Task Force arrived, it would complete the fifth wing, with Apraxin in command. She'd bring two savants with her, one to be transferred to Soong on board the Altai, freeing Charley Gordon to function solely as battle master.
The maces were not organized into wings and groups. They would operate as coordinated triads, grouped into second-order triads-threes of threes. So far as Soong was aware, the concept was entirely new, and the enthusiastic Charley had big plans for them.
Large and technically upgraded though it was, Soong's fleet was still far smaller than the Wyzhnyny battle fleet, which seemed to constitute about half the armada. But if Charley's assumptions didn't backfire, it seemed realistic to Soong that he could strike, maintain contact long enough to do serious damage, and get away without critical injury.
And possibly, hopefully, slow the invader; make him wary. Buy time to build enough more ships… and come up with new, hopefully decisive weapons.
Three days after Soong's Provos had gathered with the reinforcements from the Core Worlds, Apraxin's New Jerusalem Liberation Force arrived, to begin at once the task of resupply and external maintenance. On the "evening" of the same day, immediately after supper, electronic bosuns' pipes shrilled aboard every manned vessel in the entire fleet, and shipsvoice ordered all hands to mustering stations in ten minutes. This was followed as before by the skirls of "Dilly Doo" and other Scottish martial music.
As at Paraiso, it was the admiral who spoke first. His real pep talk would come weeks in the future, not long before battle. But meanwhile, before the weeks of simdrills in hyperspace, a few words from the Old Man should help prepare them-provide context and perspective-and a sense of team, of family.
And the new people needed to meet Charley.
"… We are now the 1st Commonwealth Fleet," Soong said. "Commos for short. With the arrival of you newcomers, we are a much more powerful fleet than when we bushwhacked the Wyzhnyny at Paraiso. A fleet with a toughness and assurance derived from a core of units with successful battle experience. And a fleet with the best battle master in the galaxy-Charley Gordon.
"You old hands know Charley's work. You know I don't exaggerate the advantages he gives us. When I've finished my own short spiel, Charley will speak to you himself. And during the next day or two you'll witness his ability personally, on cubes of the Battle of Paraiso.
"Still, some of you may remain skeptical. Few of you war-gamed till you entered the service, and you may not yet appreciate what Charley does, or what it takes. But we'll all be simdrilling his updated battlecomp programs all the way to Shakti. Perhaps even to Ivar Aasen. And if you're not convinced by then, you will be when you've experienced the cauldron."
He paused. "For those who don't know, a cauldron is a large iron kettle used in ancient times to boil things. You won't be in the cauldron; that's reserved for the Wyzhnyny. Your job will be to help stoke the fire without falling in it."
Another pause. "Meanwhile, we all have things to do before we generate hyperspace again, so I'll let you hear Charley Gordon now. Welcome to the family."
Charley gave basically the same introductory talk he'd given in the Paraiso System, though he used a new example. It had much the same effect on the newcomers.
Minutes later, on a secure channel, Soong accepted a call from Vice Admiral Carmen Apraxin-DaCosta. "Hello, Admiral," he said. Presumably his wariness didn't show on the screen, but it seemed to him she'd know. "What can I do for you?"
"Not a thing, Admiral. May I call you Alvaro?"
"You may call me Al if you'd like." She still looked great. No longer young-forty-two? forty-four?-but great. She made him conscious of his thickened waist. She probably still practiced aikido.
Her laugh was not as light as it had been, but it seemed genuine. "I'll settle for Alvaro," she told him. "You're my commander now, and two grades above me. Is Charley Gordon as good as he sounds?"
"Every bit as good."
"I didn't know savants could be so… intelligent, in the usual sense. Or is articulate the word?"
"I don't know if `the usual sense' applies to Charley. He's… superman in a box. But easy to work with. Likeable."
"Hmm. Maybe I'll have a chance to talk with him sometime."
For several seconds they sat without talking, looking at one another on their screens. "I suppose," Soong said at last, "you had something on your mind when you called."
"Yes, I did. I do. It's grown out of the life reviews some of us are guilty of in times like these." She paused, hesitated. "Not so many years ago you asked me to marry you. With good reason to expect a yes. But I had an opportunity to make a four-year patrol with B Squadron-as you had earlier, you'll recall. And I chose it over marriage."
Yes, you did, he thought. She'd been given command of a frigate, the largest class of warship the Admiralty boasted then. With Axel Tisza as senior captain-commodore-in charge of the squadron. He had no doubt Tisza and she had enjoyed each other's company on the occasional layovers.
"It was a great opportunity," he finished.
She looked at him mildly, but he had no doubt she saw through him.
"In a year this war will be over," she said. "One way or another. Then, assuming I'm still alive, I expect to leave the service. What about you?"