The hush in the Joint Chamber was so complete, the scrape of a shoe against the floor sounded like a gunshot in the silence. Kafari clutched her cider glass so tightly, her fingers ached. The stink of battle and the crashing, thunderous roar of titans at war momentarily blotted out everything in her awareness — except Abe Lendan’s face.
“And so, my friends,” the president said, “we now face the moment in which we must decide what our future, what our children’s futures, will be. Our treaty with the Concordiat spells out our obligations. We cannot afford to lose the protection we have, if we hope to safeguard our homes from a very real threat. There is a wildly unstable battle front beyond the Silurian Void. All along that front, men, women, and children are being slaughtered like vermin. We know the Deng can and will cross the Void. And a new enemy from a world called Melcon is driving humanity off worlds we have inhabited for over a century, in some of the worst fighting the Concordiat has ever faced.”
An uneasy stir ran through the Joint Chamber and through Kafari’s cousins and aunts and uncles, as well. She shivered, unable to imagine what could have been worse than the destruction the Deng had wrought in Klameth Canyon or Madison.
“The only thing that stands between our children and the savagery out there,” President Lendan jabbed one finger in the direction of the Silurian Void, “is Bolo SOL-0045. We cannot — dare not — refuse to honor our treaty with the Concordiat. We either honor our obligations or we leave ourselves wide open to destruction. If we refuse to honor this treaty, we will watch our homes burn. Again. We will watch our children hunted down and shot in the streets.” Abe Lendan leaned forward abruptly, his voice suddenly harsh and filled with iron. “We will die like rabid dogs, knowing that we did it to ourselves!”
Aunt Minau actually jumped. Cider soaked into Kafari’s knee, from her own glass or her aunt’s, she wasn’t sure which. Abe Lendan’s eyes blazed. He curled his fingers into claws around the edge of the podium as his voice lashed across the Joint Chamber, across the vast and lonely stretches of Jefferson’s inhabited landmasses.
“The choice is ours, my friends. We can whine like spoiled children unwilling to part with outgrown toys, unwilling to face the realities of a grim, adult universe. Or,” he drew a deep and deliberate breath, steadying his voice, “we can stand on our feet and pay the price of freedom. The Concordiat has given us a future, a chance to survive and rebuild. If we refuse to honor this treaty, we will lose everything.”
He paused, looked slowly and deliberately at the faces of the men and women seated in the Joint Chamber, as though by the force of his willpower alone, he could force sense into those men and women whose obstructionism was putting them in peril. “Every man and woman in this chamber has a solemn duty, a sacred responsibility, held in trust for those who died in order that we could live and rebuild. When you cast your votes today, my friends, remember what is at stake. The decisions we make today will either give us a future or destroy us.”
Half the Joint Assembly was abruptly on its collective feet, shouting and cheering. So were several of Kafari’s cousins. Kafari was shaking. So was Abe Lendan. Ominously, nearly half of the Senate and House remained seated, faces cold and closed. What’s wrong with them? Kafari wondered angrily. Don’t they understand anything?
The president lifted his hands and the tumult died down as senators and representatives resumed their seats. “I’ve given you an overview of the situation we face. My cabinet, the War College’s General Staff, Vice President Andrews, and I have met with Simon Khrustinov at length, going over defense plans. The Concordiat has agreed to sanction our decision to award Major Khrustinov the rank of Colonel in Jefferson’s Defense Forces, in recognition of the utterly critical role he and his Bolo will play in any future defense of this world.”
Kafari blinked, stunned. Most of her family turned to stare at her, thinking she’d known and hadn’t said anything, only to stare again, seeing her dumbfounded shock.
“Why did he see the need to do that?” Grandpa Soteris muttered. “I don’t like it, not one bit. What does the president know that he’s not telling us?”
Kafari heard a whimper and realized it was coming from her own throat.
On screen, the president’s voice was harsh with weariness and strain. “We’ve already seen what an invasion can do to us. Colonel Khrustinov was quite blunt in his assessments. We faced antiquated Yavacs and troops that were far from top of the line. A new invasion by the Deng would doubtless subject us to their top-line equipment, given the battle maps as they are currently drawn. An invasion by Melconian forces would be even more devastating, turning this world into a major battleground between the best the Concordiat can throw against the worst the Melconians can send against humanity.”
Grandpa Soteris said a horrible word in Greek, which she’d never heard him do in front of the family’s children. Aunt Min wrapped an arm around Kafari.
“The War College’s General Staff and I are utterly convinced that without Unit SOL-0045, Jefferson faces total destruction. Colonel Khrustinov has warned that the Deng may well have dropped passive spy-bots into our space, watching for troop movements, particularly for the callback of the Bolo. Without our own space-based warning systems, this star system is critically vulnerable to attack. Without the heavy firepower represented by Unit SOL-0045, we are utterly helpless and the enemy knows it. We can’t afford to blunder. If the battle lines shift the way Colonel Khrustinov fears they may, then we will find ourselves in the middle of an unholy war worse than anything we can even imagine. And if we fall, then Mali and Vishnu will fall — and that, my friends, will leave the back door to the whole of human space wide open.”
A shocked murmur ran through the Joint Assembly.
Abe Lendan paused again, skin waxen, waiting for the rumble of voices to fade into silence, once more. “That is what we face. That is what we risk, if we do not honor our treaty with the Concordiat. This morning, Colonel Khrustinov received a message from the Dinochrome Brigade’s Sector Command. Colonel Khrustinov is here, today, to tell us what that message said. I can guarantee you, my friends, that you will not like what you are about to hear. I can only say that you will like the alternatives far, far less.”
Fear touched Kafari with icy, shuddering fingers. She watched her husband stand up, his crimson uniform looking like blood against the pallor of his skin. She knew that look in his eyes, knew the clenching of his jaw, had seen it one long-ago night on his patio, when memory of Etaine had passed across his strong features like a wave of death. He stood respectfully aside as Abraham Lendan stepped down from the podium, waited until the president had taken his seat before stepping up, himself. He stood silently for a long moment, a figure abruptly alien, a man she had never seen before, representing something she knew in that instant that she would never truly comprehend.
The stranger she had married began to speak.
“War is an expensive, dirty business. I’ve made it my business. Whether you like it or not, it is now your business. There are people in this chamber,” his flintsteel-cold eyes tracked like his Bolo’s guns, resting briefly and significantly on members of the House and Senate opposed to upholding the treaty, “who think the price paid already is far too high to justify more expenditures. Let me enlighten you.”
The chill in his voice caused the ice around Kafari’s heart to thicken.
“Under the treaty provisions ratified by this world, you are liable for the cost of maintaining certain defenses in fully operational condition. One of these is a system of military-grade surveillance satellites, to coordinate land-based and air defenses and to provide a long-range warning system, not only for Jefferson, but for the Concordiat as a whole. If you want to bury your heads in the sand, that is your business. But the Concordiat will not allow you to jeopardize other worlds for your own short-sighted, selfish motives. Under the treaty provisions binding Jefferson to the Concordiat, should you refuse to honor any clause of the existing treaty, at such a time as the Concordiat invokes that clause, you will immediately forfeit your standing as a Concordiat-protected world.”