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“Get all of your people awake and at the Ministry. I will be there at Faalta-rise after I coordinate the naval response. We must find some way to counter this tactic. The very existence of the Race depends on it.”
“Yes, Councilor. Your orders will be obeyed.”
The communicator went dead. Dos-Val rotated himself to a sitting position and did not move further. His mind was racing furiously. There had to be a way out of this predicament… didn’t there?
As he rose from his sleeping mat, the most frightening thought of all occurred to him:
What if there wasn’t? Was this the end of Civilization?
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Chapter Forty-Nine
Xavier’s normal space engines produced a quiet humming sound at the lower edge of hearing as the ship accelerated toward the edge of the Klys’kra’t system and the critical limit. It was “night” and the captain and his mate lay together on their too narrow bed, the sheen of perspiration on their bodies slowly drying in the deliciously cool breeze from the ventilators. Mark lay on his back, looking up at the blue nightlights in the overhead, while Lisa lay on her stomach, cuddled in the crook of his left arm.
After a long silence, she said, “There are some things you really need gravity for, aren’t there?” Her words were slurred by the fact that her lips were pressed against his pectoral muscles. The vibration caused a delicious stirring in his loins.
He smiled. “There are indeed, my love. I’d forgotten how good love at standard gravs can be.”
After a long pause, she asked, “What do you think, Mark? Will they actually join us?”
“The Voldar’ik? It’s possible, even probable. They certainly snapped up the sled fast enough.”
After ejecting the cargo, they remained in contact with the Voldar’ik for a full day as Xavier passed perigee and began heading once more for the deep black.
They tracked the orbital sled and its cargo to its parking place some ten planetary diameters forward of Klys’kra’t. A Voldar’ik ship arrived six hours later to look it over. The ensuing inspection reminded Mark of the sort performed by suspicious customs inspectors on passengers returning from drug hot spots.
A single Voldar’ik in an odd-looking vacuum suit emerged from the ship’s airlock and jetted across the intervening vacuum to the sled. He poked, prodded and pointed various instruments at the shipping containers. Satisfied that they weren’t about to explode, he studied how the cover latches worked and released them to reveal the stardrive generator inside. It was a production unit sized for Type Seven Freighters and was direct from the factory. In addition to its operating software, the onboard computer contained a vast library of technical information in Broan script. It should have been labeled, “How to Build and Operate a Stardrive.”
Seemingly satisfied, the spacer replaced the cover, snapped the latches back into place, and used his suit jets to guide the sled toward his ship’s airlock. They got a brief look inside the ship before the signal from their on-sled cameras went dead as he closed the hatch.
“What if they take the generators and don’t lift a tentacle to help?” Lisa asked.
Mark shrugged, a gesture that she felt rather than saw. “It’s possible. However, merely accepting those generators makes them mortal enemies of the Broa. In Broan eyes, we’re the Serpent in the Garden, and the Voldar’ik just took a big bite out of the apple. Having eaten the forbidden fruit, the Broa will have no choice but to destroy them. The Voldar’ik must surely know this. If they are destined for extermination, wouldn’t they rather go down fighting?”
“That’s what we would do. What about them?”
“Strange as their triped body structure seems to our eyes, I seem to remember that we had no problem understanding the way they think. They’re damned human in the way they hold onto a credit, I’ll tell you that.”
Lisa laughed. “I remember. All the while I was speaking with them, I thought they were going to demand we pay our garage fee from our last visit.”
“As of today, I think we are paid in full with some money on account.”
There was another long quiet period as they lay together. When finally Lisa spoke, her voice had a wistful quality that he’d learned to recognize. It was like the day they traveled to European H.Q. to receive their medals. She had moped all day and only told him what was bothering her after the ceremony.
“How long do you think this war will go on, Mark?” she finally asked.
“The rest of our lives,” he replied. “You’ve seen the maps. No matter how many stargates we cripple every year, it’ll never be enough. Why?”
“Oh, I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
Her hesitation told him that she hadn’t been ‘just’ thinking. She had been thinking long and deep and hard, possibly for several days. His ‘husband radar’ lit up as he waited for her to form the right words to broach a delicate subject with him. He made no attempt to force her. If he did that, she would retreat into silence and it could be days before he found out what was really on her mind.
When finally she spoke, her tone was wistful. “I was thinking that we should have a baby.”
Of all the things she could have said, that was the last he expected. Finally, choosing his words carefully, he made the most neutral response he could think of: “In the middle of a war?”
“Why not? Remember that party the night we relieved the rear guard at Brinks Base?”
“I remember.”
“They had children running everywhere. I held one of the babies the whole night. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so complete.”
“Are you suggesting we go back to Earth and leave the fight?”
“No, we can raise our son at Brinks. I’m sure the Admiral can find something for me to do while I’m pregnant, and afterward. You can watch our son grow whenever your ship is in orbit. Besides, you won’t always be a ship captain. When you make admiral, we can settle down and raise a family. A little girl would be nice, too, don’t you think?”
“I don’t like the idea of my children growing up under threat of space attack.”
“If the Broa come looking for us, they’ll be as safe at Brinks as on Earth. Maybe safer.”
This time it was Mark’s turn to be introspective. He had to admit she had a point. So long as the Broa were masters of the galaxy, no man, woman, or child anywhere was safe. That had been true before the offensive, and doubly so now.
As Admiral Landon told the movers and shakers on Earth, it wasn’t possible for Earth to fight a million-star empire alone. They needed allies. Hopefully, they had picked up the first today with the Voldar’ik. Over the next few months, Xavier would visit twelve more star systems in search of other species newly freed from the Broa who might like to stay that way.
All across the Sovereignty, other contact ships were doing the same. It would take months or years for the seeds they were planting to germinate, and more time for them to grow to maturity. But grow they would. One of these years, the Broa would face a phalanx of their former slaves, all determined to keep their freedom. However, until the slaves were ready, humanity would have to fight the Broa alone.
The current war would not end neatly, or quickly. It would be more akin to the wars that brought down the Roman Empire than any of the four great conflicts of the twentieth and twenty-first centuries.
As wars went, this one would be relatively bloodless so long as humanity held the upper hand. There would be no massive destruction of entire worlds, or even many weapons aimed at anything but stargates. The lack of bloody-minded destructiveness was not altruism on humanity’s part. It was practical strategic thinking.
Since the stargates were the chains that stitched their enemy’s domain together, that was where all their attention must be focused. To do otherwise would divert resources. It would be worse than a crime, it would be a mistake!
Which brought up the quandary that Lisa’s sudden interest in babies posed. In an endless war, what was the prope
r limit for society’s demands on its warriors? Was there room alongside duty for some semblance of a normal life?
It was a quandary he wasn’t sure he could answer.
He leaned down and kissed his wife on the top of her head. As he did so, he inhaled a lungful of her body odor, a natural perfume that made him feel manly, protective, and tender, all at the same time.
“A baby is a big responsibility,” he said. “Do you think we’re mature enough to handle it?”
She lifted her head and planted a quick kiss on his lips. “No, I’m not sure. All I know is that I want one.”
“Then we’ll think about it.”
“Is that a ‘yes?’”
“It’s a ‘maybe.’”
She shifted her body to bring them into full frontal contact and kissed him again. This one wasn’t a “thank you, husband,” kiss. It was far more carnal. When she let him up for air, she whispered, “Close enough for government work… for now.”
The Captain and Chief Contact Officer of T.S.N.S. Xavier del Bac returned to their private concerns, confident that whatever the future held, it did not include humanity in chains. Not Broan chains or those of any alien power. For, as a famous statesman had once almost said:
God protects idiots, drunkards, little children, and Homo sapiens Terra!
He always had, and He always would.
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The End
Author’s Biography
Michael McCollum was born in Phoenix, Arizona, in 1946, and is a graduate of Arizona State University, where he majored in aerospace propulsion and minored in nuclear engineering. He is employed at Honeywell in Tempe, Arizona, where he is Chief Engineer in the valve product line. In his career, Mr. McCollum has worked on the precursor to the Space Shuttle Main Engine, a nuclear valve to replace the one that failed at Three Mile Island, several guided missiles, Space Station Freedom, and virtually every aircraft in production today. He was involved in an effort to create a joint venture company with a major Russian aerospace engine manufacturer and traveled extensively to Russia in the last decade.
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Mr. McCollum is married to a lovely lady named Catherine, and has three children: Robert, Michael, and Elizabeth. Robert is a financial analyst for a computer company in Massachusetts. Michael is a computer technician, having completed a stint as a Military Police Specialist with the Arizona National Guard, which included a year in the lovely land between the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers. Elizabeth is married and living with her husband, Brock, a computer programmer, in Washington, D.C.
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