Max Glebow
Brigadier General. A Leap Across the Abyss

Prologue

This time our arrival at Groombridge took place without undue haste. Dragon’s Tail has left the portal without any interference in one jump from the planetary system. The flagship of the strike fleet was one of the last to arrive here, and I have got the opportunity to look again at the great forces gathered here to finally retake the planets captured by the quargs.

Five Titans, which already very faintly resembled the first captured battleship that received this name during the battle for the Barnard’s Star system, 10 aircraft carriers and 30 standard battleships built at Earth Federation yards, 25 dreadnoughts allocated for this operation by the lizards, cruisers, destroyers, corvettes, recon ships, 50 «Invisibles» and battleship New World – a quarg ship captured by us in the Kappa Ceti system, with a crew composed entirely of our former mortal enemies who have undergone the mental block removal procedure and expressed the desire to participate in the liberation of their compatriots from the control of the toads.

Imperial ships were not involved in the operation. A very impressive squadron from Brigadier General Dean’s world remained our bargaining chip, it was now based in the Solar System under the cover of powerful camouflage fields and a dense reconnaissance and patrol network, which prevented it from being detected by the enemy. But even without it, a formidable fleet has gathered here, and I had no doubt that the Groombridge Defence Force would have nothing to counteract our strike. But we weren’t going to turn into dust everything we’d encounter on and around the occupied planets. On the contrary, the main task for us was a bloodless conquest of planets, if possible, and, above all, the quargs themselves.

The Federation’s policies have changed dramatically. The vast majority of the quargs, while still fighting against humans and lizards, were no longer considered to be the initiators and perpetrators of this long war, and, consequently, their deaths during the operation were not only not intended but were considered highly undesirable.

Here we wanted to test new tactics aimed at capturing a large number of quargs and then freeing them from the mental block. The Imperial admirals did not fully share our desire to help the enemy, who continued to actively fight us. In their view, it was necessary to act swiftly and decisively, but President Tobolsky and the Senior Lizard supported my plan and showed unexpected firmness in the matter, so the new allies decided not to exacerbate the situation, all the more so that in the operation they were only supposed to help us in case the ships of the toads appeared at Groombridge.

“Commander, Sir, transports of the 15th and 35th Commando Corps have arrived. Thirty minutes from now, the fleet will be ready to accelerate and jump into the system,” reported Chief of Staff Admiral Fulton, the same James Fulton who provided a guarantee for me in the court during the financial conspiracy and whose son I had kind of a disagreement with five years ago at the Planetary Commando Academy, and then fought shoulder to shoulder on Luyten-5. I must say, I was glad that fate brought us back together.

“Any new intel from the recon guys?”

“It’s still the same. The quargs do not yet know of the concentration of our fleet in one jump from the system. Their cover squadron is concentrated at Groombridge-2. There’s a standard patrol network. Our fleet will be discovered within minutes of emergence out of jump.”

“Judging by previous operations, we’ll have at least 24 hours before aid arrives to the enemy, if it ever arrives,” the commander of Dragon’s Tail lizard Slin-at has joined the discussion, “Our firepower is ten times that of their cover squadron. If it comes to a fight, we’ll crush them in a few hours. And even if help comes to them, the system will have already been under our complete control.”

“We may need more time than for a standard assault,” I didn’t go into the details of the plan. The Chief of Staff knew the plan, and Slin-at was only a commander of a battleship, even if it was the flagship of the fleet, so he didn’t need the details. “Fleet, start acceleration when ready.”

On the tactical projection, I saw the transport ring split into 12 segments, which turned on the engines and took places at the end of the formation of the ships that were preparing to proceed in synchronized acceleration. They were supposed to be the last to jump, so that by the time they arrived in the attacked system, the exit zone would have been secured by the main force of the fleet.

“Fleet Admiral, Sir,” I was approached by Imperial General Clay, present on the flagship as an observer for our new allies, “Among your ships is a battleship that is entirely under the control of the quargs. There are no men or lizards in it’s crew. I understand it’s a gesture of trust in former enemies. But they did fight against you very recently, even if they didn’t do it quite willingly. You’re not afraid of being stabbed in the back?”

I’ve known Clay so long, I won’t even remember when I first saw him. The General was one of the few people in the Empire and the Federation who knew who I was. After all, it was Clay and Dr Silk who planned the operation to send Brigadier General Dean’s consciousness through the abyss of space into my present body. I am so grateful to them for that, I’ll never forget it. In that world, I was Clay’s subordinate for so many years, I couldn’t get used to the fact that we are now in equal ranks, and besides we serve in the armed forces of different States, even if allied.

“Well, if our security officers didn’t object, then we have no reason to doubt their loyalty,” I smiled at Clay. “More seriously, of course, there are doubts. No, I’m not afraid of direct betrayal, but I highly doubt they’ll follow any orders. But I’m not gonna make them bomb cities with civilians… That’s an order I won’t even give to my own people, let alone the quargs.”

“As far as the peaceful cities are concerned, that’s understood,” Clay still had his doubts, “but will they be able to engage a battleship similar to their own and kill their former comrades in cold blood?”

“That’s the right question, General, Sir,” I nodded to him, “Of course, I’ve asked myself that many times, and I finally found the answer. On board New World there are no lethal weapons, but it has not become a less serious combat force because of this.”

“But…” Clay was clearly embarrassed by my answer.

“You’ll see for yourself, General, Sir,” I smiled again, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to fleet command, we’re about to start acceleration for the jump.”

Chapter 1

After our attack on Kappa Ceti and the release of the prisoners, the General Staff was most fearful of an immediate crushing strike by a new, formidable enemy. The crew of the toads’ cruiser we took captive claimed in one voice that this was likely to be the case, and this view was very well aligned with my ideas on how our adversary should proceed. But time passed, and the attack never happened, and the generals and admirals of the Federation, feverishly preparing for a hopeless battle, were wondering what was going on.

Rear Admiral Yoon Gao has kept all Fleet intelligence on their toes, but it turned out to be impossible to get close enough to the toads’ systems to know what was going on using our equipment. Even custom-made, manually tuned unmanned probes equipped with near-radiationless lizard-made engines and the best scanners and camouflage devices manufactured by Jeff’s department, have been hit by the enemy far beyond planetary systems. Under these circumstances, Yoon Gao found it impossible to send manned ships to the mission.

At least we knew from the prisoners which stars had the enemy’s densely populated planets, but that was all we knew. But in the quarg space our scouts felt more free. I didn’t like what was going on there. It was clear that the quargs were feverishly working to recreate their fleet, which we had defeated and partially captured at the battle of star Ran. On the other hand, we understood that an immediate strike by the enemy was unlikely, and the Federation had time to negotiate with the Empire, where I went almost immediately. And a few days after I left, there was a meeting at the General Staff, which Nelson later told me about.

“Why didn’t they strike at once, flag officers, Sirs? Do you have a logical explanation?” asked President Tobolsky.

“Mr President,” General of the Army Knyazev has taken the floor, “analysts are considering several leads, but we believe the enemy’s lack of information about our forces and capabilities is the most likely cause.”

“Explain your point, Pavel Grigorievich,” the President was obviously interested in this hypothesis.

“Immediately after capturing an enemy cruiser in the Kappa Ceti system, Admiral Lavroff, with the help of the lizards of Governor-General Lit-ta, conducted an express interrogation of its captain. At the very end of the interrogation, the toad asked permission to ask the Admiral a question, and Igor Yakovlevich did not object. Well, the captain of the captured cruiser was wondering where we got the transport ring technology from. In his view, it was a technique that was far ahead of our technological level, and we couldn’t develop it without outside help.”

In this place of the story Tobolsky laughed at his thoughts, and Knyazev fell silent, not knowing how to react to the President’s facial expressions.

“Continue, Pavel Grigorievich, I’m listening to you very carefully.”

“From the information received from the prisoner, it appears that the toads also possess the technology of the transport ring, but they are only able to use the equipment made by their ancestors. The two toads’ ships managed to leave the Kappa Ceti system unhindered and inform their leadership of the details and results of the battle, that is to say, it is safe to assume that the enemy has information that, despite our overall military and technological backwardness, we have an advantage in at least one strategic area.”

“And you believe that could have prevented the enemy from striking immediately?”

“Just before Admiral Lavroff’s departure for the Empire, I discussed the matter with him,” the General answered, a little hesitant, “I was interested in his opinion as the Admiral was the first to interrogate the captive toad while the prisoner was still shocked by the unexpected defeat and captivity. We arrived at two important conclusions together, which the analysts of the General Staff later confirmed. First of all, the toads fear death more than we do. For them, who live much longer than we do, death seems unthinkable. It’s the first thing that keeps them from jerking and making snap decisions.

There’s a second thing. For the toads, their fleet is a non-renewable resource. We, lizards or quargs could lose dozens of heavy ships, and in a few months, new cruisers, battleships and aircraft carriers will take their place, and they will be a little better than the dead pennants. The toads are the opposite. If they suffer casualties, they will no longer be able to build ships of the same combat power. These two factors, combined with the knowledge that we have the technology to make the transport rings, cause them to delay and wait, preparing to strike for sure. They want to win without incurring losses, and in the battle at Kappa Ceti, Admiral Lavroff made it clear to them that if they went into battle now, there would be no bloodless victory.

Therefore, in the quarg space, there is a frenzied preparation for a new offensive. Maybe the toads have decided to give them some of their technology, and now, by their calculations, we can’t exactly repel another strike, especially if their ships support it. But it will be supported from afar without getting involved in a close combat.”

“Well, we’ll take this hypothesis as a working version,” summarized Tobolsky, “And what are you planning to do while our embassy is negotiating with the Empire?”

“We’ll build ships and new transport rings, Mr President, and we will continue to monitor the enemy’s actions. We are now the weakest party and cannot afford any strategic initiative, at least until the results of the Lavroff’s mission are known.”

* * *

Groombridge met us with feverish enemy activity. Our fleet was discovered even earlier than analysts had anticipated. Apparently, somewhere not too far from the jump exit point there was a stationary scanner, or the quargs once again upgraded their mass detector network. Anyway, our appearance almost immediately caused a mass exodus of everything that could fly under the protection of the orbital fortresses of the central planets of the system.

We have not tried to interfere with this process – it is much easier to work with compact groups of quargs than to catch them all over the system.

“Send them our ultimatum,” ordered I, observing the evolutions of the quarg ships.

The appeal to the enemy, which we already used near star Ran and in the Kappa Ceti system, has now been redrafted and augmented. It was, as before, read by a quarg, but this time we significantly expanded the video series by adding scenes of the emerging capital of the independent quarg state in the Kruger 60 system and several short interviews with known quarg figures such as Mr Tshe, former Defense Force Commander of Kappa Ceti. They all confirmed that humans had learned to cancel a death order when the deadline for re-installing the mental block expired, but no one claimed that the block was being removed – it was simply not mentioned.

To my great regret, Yash, the commander of the invasion fleet defeated near star Ran, had categorically refused to participate in this project, fearing for the fate of his many wives and children left behind. And his participation could have a tremendous propaganda effect, because everyone in the enemy’s world knew him. But, alas… Although, it worked out quite well.

“There are no toads’ ships in the system,” the space operator reported, “At least our scanners aren’t picking them up.”

That last remark seemed appropriate. We didn’t have precise data on the characteristics of the camouflage fields of the toads here, so it was impossible to say anything clearly about the presence or absence of the new enemy in the vicinity of Groombridge.

“Fleet, start acceleration towards Groombridge-2.”

According to the operation plan, in the absence of a reaction to our ultimatum, we were going to suppress as effectively as possible the resistance of the cover squadron, and thus demonstrate to the quargs the hopelessness of the resistance. That’s why I chose the planet where the enemy ships were now rushing into defensive formation in high orbits.

Four orbital fortresses covered Groombridge-2, and the ships of the cover squadron were now creating a mobile defense component between them. The cover squadron was quite solid for the present meagre times, which have come now for the quargs after the death of their strike fleet: eight battleships, one of them – Titan-class, two aircraft carriers, which was a luxury for this formation, 11 cruisers and some three dozen destroyers and corvettes. The quargs must have remembered well our counterstrike on Groombridge in the last battle for this star system, so they decided to take precautions. However, given the current balance of power, it could not help them.

In the few hours we traveled from the outskirts of the system to Groombridge-2, there was no reaction to our ultimatum, and by the minute, it was becoming increasingly clear that the quargs were not going to surrender without a fight. Well, a fleet is created to fight, except it was not the situation we’ve been in for years, so it was necessary to cool off some hot heads used to winning at any cost.

“Set up a conference call with the ships’ command posts,” ordered I when there was about 20 minutes left before the firing line.

“Done.”

“Commanders of ships and units, Sirs,” I looked around long rows of holographic images of people, lizards and one quarg on the projection screen, “I want to remind you once again of our goal and the means to achieve it. You all know we came here to retrieve the Groombridge star system. Many of you fought alongside me near star Ran and in the Kappa Ceti system. Someone remembers me from the battle of Barnard-3 or even the previous battle of Groombridge. Now, Officers, Sirs, I must ask you to understand that I do not wish to see anything like that in this battle.”

I saw wonder on the people’s faces, but I think that the quarg and lizards also experienced similar emotions, just I couldn’t recognize them.

I smiled a little and continued, “In all the battles I have named, we were forced to fight being in the minority, or, like near Kappa Ceti, with an enemy far ahead of us in terms of military technology. Then the fate of the entire war and the lives of billions of people and lizards depended on the outcome of the battle, and at that moment, we were obliged to fight, regardless of any losses. The situation is different now. There are no our fellow citizens on the planets orbiting Groombridge.

If we turn around and leave right now, no humans, no lizards, no free quargs will be harmed, and no military disaster will occur, which means we have to pay the price we’re willing to pay to win. For any loss of personnel, the commanders who have allowed this loss will be held strictly accountable. The General Staff and the Admiralty made such a large force available for this operation for a reason. Decades of war have cost us so much that it is time to stop losing the best of our races in battle. We have to win with minimal losses, or better yet no losses at all. I consider this to be a priority. You could use up all allowance of ammunition, lose all the boarding drones and the unmanned landing robots, cripple or even lose the ships, but I don’t want to see any casualties among the personnel. Any commander who will have allowed his subordinates to die in the coming battle must be prepared to be subjected to an investigation with extreme prejudice. I understand this is a war, and it’s almost impossible to reduce casualties to zero, but in this case the responsibility for them will be dozens of times greater than it was before. Is that clear to everyone?”

I awaited confirmation from the officers and continued, “Now, let’s talk about the enemy. It’s never been our job to spare the lives of the enemy, but there’s a first for everything. You are all familiar with the general plan of the operation, but again. In the first stage of battle, I only allow the use of special ammunition. All the ships in the fleet are equipped with them in sufficient numbers, but we have never used them in battle, so there may be some slips and different surprises. In case of emergency, I forbid the use of conventional ammunition without my order. Any questions?”

There were no questions. In principle, the ship commanders already knew most of what I just told them, but I still felt it necessary to put the right emphasis just before the fight.

“Torpedo weapon opening line in one minute,” told Admiral Fulton, “The enemy is deploying an anti-torpedo network.”

“«Invisibles» 1 through 25, ready for three-wave torpedo launches. Target of attack – orbital fortresses. Commanding officers, receive target assignment. Fleet, start deceleration, do not enter the effective range of enemy weapons. Supply transports, reduce distance to fleet fighting formation and prepare to reload the «Invisibles» with special warheads’ torpedoes. In case of enemy counterattack, a general retreat with distance holding. Titans, be ready to cover the departure of the main fleet forces with their guns.”

“The point of opening fire with torpedoes.”

“Fire!”

* * *

In planning this operation, Nelson, Knyazev and I have been racking our brains, trying to figure out how to simultaneously solve seemingly mutually exclusive problems – to defeat a strong and dangerous opponent who is unlikely to surrender without a fight, while preserving the lives of his soldiers and civilians. We were banging our heads against this wall until I called Jeff, who had risen to the rank of Colonel of Engineering and held the general’s position of head of my former department, to a meeting at the General Staff. Professor Stein came with him. The two of them worked together really well, despite Stein’s constant teasing about Jeff’s relationship with Lieutenant Yakovleva, who was literally playing the talented engineer like a violin, but she still knew when to stop.

“Well, young man, what do you want to bewilder us with this time?” asked Stein, cynically taking advantage of our long-standing acquaintance and his civilian status, which allowed him to ignore subordination.

“Ivan Gerkhardovich, let me be honest, we are stumped,” I joylessly smiled at the Professor. “We have an excellent weapon, perfectly capable of destroying enemy ships and ground forces, but it’s almost useless in a situation where we need to capture the enemy alive, and that’s the challenge we’re facing now. And we don’t have time to invent something completely new and start manufacturing it.”

“Well, we almost never have time,” the Professor laughed, “Jeff and I are used to it.”

“Fleet Admiral, Sir, as I understand it, these are not new weapons systems that we simply cannot develop in time, but shells and warheads to existing cannons, missiles and torpedoes?” Jeff decided to bring a practical perspective to the discussion.

“It would be ideal,” Knyazev agreed with this conclusion.

“Then we need to know if it’s critical for you to seize enemy equipment and weapons in relatively serviceable condition, or is it just about saving the lives of the enemy?”

“We are not interested in the quarg equipment,” Nelson replied categorically, “After the battles in the star systems of Ran and Kappa Ceti, we have more than enough of that.”

“What about the equipment of the toads?” asked the Professor.

“Neither. We already have their cruiser, even though it’s pretty damaged, but it’s not doing much good. We’ll get the new technology from the Empire faster, and it’ll be much more effective than trying to understand the less advanced equipment of the toads.”

“Then the task becomes much easier,” Jeff smiled, almost rubbing his hands with pleasure, and there were lights in his eyes that were familiar to me. The engineer liked to solve such problems, and, most importantly, was brilliant at doing it. “I don’t think we’ll have to redo that much.”

“Do you already have the concept of a new weapon, Colonel?” Knyazev who knew Jeff worse than I did was surprised.

“For now, this is just an idea, Chief of General Staff, Sir,” replied Jeff, it was clear on his face that at the same time as he was talking, he was already actively considering the thought that had just emerged, “and as I said, it won’t be a weapon, it’ll be ammunition. The point is simple: we must abandon the classic design of a shell or torpedo, which is aimed at penetrating the armour and destroying the internal structure of the target being attacked or at striking the personnel. We should focus only on the destruction of weapons and propulsion systems and, if possible, control and communications.”

“And do you know how to do that?” Admiral Fulton’s interest in the matter was clear.

“Of course. Theoretically, there is nothing complicated about this, although there will certainly be a lot of technical problems at the implementation stage, but I am sure that all this is solvable. Take, for example, a warhead of an anti-ship torpedo. What do we have now? We have a three-part combat unit. When in contact with the side of an enemy ship, a shaped charge is activated, burning the armor and allowing the warhead to enter. Next, almost simultaneously, the blast part of the charge and the cassette with capsules containing an active combat substance produced by the lizards are activated. As a result, we have a combined damage to the inner structure of the ship, which the quargs are not able to cope with easily, as the combat use of these munitions has shown.

It’s a very effective weapon, but what we need now is a very different result. If we don’t want to destroy the crew, a warhead is in no way allowed to penetrate the ship’s interior compartments, which means that it is necessary to direct all the casualty effects of its operation parallel to the side of ship and not inside its hull. Thus, we will critically damage all systems placed on or directly below the armor in the technical compartments, but will not affect the habitable space of the enemy ship. With this approach, of course, the ammunition consumption will increase several times, but in the end, instead of destroying an enemy ship, we can turn it into a useless, tampered barrel, incapable of fighting, but with a live crew inside.

And then… As I recall, in the Kappa Ceti system, the tactic of using boarding robots with non-lethal ammunition, proposed by Major Lavroff, uh… excuse me, still Captain Kotova at the moment, was very successfully tested in the capture of the orbital terminal.”

The participants had been silently digesting the information received for some time.

“And how long do you estimate it will take to convert this concept into actual ammunition in the artillery magazines of our ships?” asked Admiral Nelson.

* * *

The first wave of torpedoes reached the anti-torpedo network, with which the quargs were trying to cover the formation of their ships. Compared to the veil that the enemy strike fleet was able to deploy near star Ran, this network did not look very impressive. The two standard aircraft carriers could not hold enough scanner probes and fighter jets, not to mention specialized probe carriers, which the enemy did not have here.

The quargs here have already been briefed on our latest tactical developments. The fate of the enemy strike fleet, which had the pleasure to experience them near star Ran, remained unknown to the military leadership of the quargs, but near Kappa Ceti, we used these tactics, too, and there were many witnesses left, so a strike with cluster warhead torpedoes against a network of scanners and fighters proved to be reasonably expected for the enemy. However, this knowledge could not help the quargs because the forces were too unequal.

The torpedoes dropped their protective fairings, and 20 small rockets from each of their heads rushed towards the targets. The loosely secured drone scanners that made up most of the anti-torpedo network disappeared in blast outbursts just like they did before, but the quarg fighters, which had some armor, did not explode. New warheads did not even penetrate their thin fragment protection. Colonel Jeff’s men knew their business well, and the strike elements, like the full force of the explosion of the rocket’s warhed, dispersed in a plane parallel to the side of the aircraft, only slightly deforming it, but tearing down anything that projected beyond the hull. After three or four such strikes, the fighter lost all its ability to fight. Having lost its weapons and scanners, with a damaged propulsion system, it turned into a large escape pod for its pilot.

“The first wave has worked well,” reported the commander of the «Invisibles». “The network is destroyed. 57 incapacitated enemy pursuit planes are drifting amid the debris.”

“We’ll pick them up later. We don’t have time for them now,” answered I to the officer.

“Second wave to target in three minutes. Third wave in five.”

In the second wave, anti-aircraft torpedoes have been launched. Jeff and Stein didn’t even have to redo them, these munitions were already designed for the destruction of short-range guns and anti-aircraft missile launchers, and did not pose a direct threat to the crews of the ships, or, in this case, to the enemy orbital fortresses.

The quargs quickly realized that our first strike was not aimed at the ships, but at the orbital fortresses. Even though they lost the anti-torpedo network and were unable to restore it, they tried to help the slow-moving armored giants under attack by opening barrage fire with their main batteries at the approaching torpedoes. But the accuracy of their fire without proper targeting left much to be desired, and the loss of torpedoes was negligible.

In those minutes, the garrisons of the orbital fortresses must have prepared themselves for imminent death. The quargs knew what our torpedoes were capable of, they have seen more than once the disastrous impact they have had when massively used, even on the largest and most secure ships. And now we’ve used them on a really massive scale. 25 «Invisibles» at full salvo launched three waves of five hundred torpedoes each. For the four orbital fortresses, it wasn’t just redundant, it was an excessively large number, but I didn’t know how our new ammo would show up in real combat, so I thought I’d take some extra precautions, because Jeff warned me that torpedo expenditure was going to increase.

The quarg orbital fortresses were covered with a continuous layer of explosions. The commanders of our ships who witnessed the beating were probably expecting to see the fortresses falling apart or swelling up by multiple internal explosions. Then their surprise turned out to be even greater when the externally intact armored spheres appeared to their eyes. It was only with a strong magnification that we could see the results of the impact on the projection screen in full detail. Twisted or simply cut barrels of major caliber guns, steamy craters instead of anti-aircraft emplacements, mangled missile silos… Not even a trace of the scanners’ sensors. Four orbital fortresses ceased to exist as combat units.

“The ultimatum continues?” I checked with the liaison officer.

“That’s right, Fleet Admiral, Sir. They are not reacting.”

“«Invisibles» from number 26 to number 50, prepare for a salvo on enemy ships. Supply transports, reload the «Invisibles» which have finished firing with carriers of boarding robots.”

“«Invisibles» are ready to launch torpedoes.”

“Full volley!”

Chapter 2

“Tactical Officer, what’s going on?” Commander Kilsh’s voice sounded flat. “Why didn’t the orbital fortresses collapse? It was bound to happen with so many hits.”

A tense silence occupied the command post of the cover squadron’s flagship for a few seconds.

“The enemy used a new type of ammunition, Commander Kilsh,” finally answered the officer. “Telemetry data from orbital fortresses show that they have lost all external weapon systems, including anti-aircraft emplacements and major caliber guns, but there are neither internal damages, no casualties among the garrisons.”

“But why do the humans have to go through all this trouble? With so many torpedoes, they could destroy our entire squadron, and as a result, they only managed to disable the four fortresses.”

“There’s only one reason they could have been motivated by, Commander Kilsh,” said the analyst officer, “they didn’t want to kill us. This conclusion is consistent with the content of their message, which they continue to broadcast cyclically on common frequencies.”

“What are the odds that all this is true?”

“It’s the propaganda of the humans! It’s a fake! Didn’t you get that right away, Commander Kilsh?” The officer-Surveillant shouted with annoyance.

“We have analyzed the recording,” the analyst reported, ignoring this emotional statement, “We compared the time of captivity of our soldiers and officers who appear in this message with the time of the likely activation of their mental blocks, and we’ve run the sound stream and the video series through a special program to compare voice, mimics, style and language to the samples we have. The on board computer did not detect any alterations. The video series was also not edited. The probability of counterfeiting is less than ten percent.”

“Too late. It’s too late anyway,” the Сommander of orbital defence said grimly.

“What’s too late, Commander Kilsh?” asked the officer-Surveillant in an insinuating tone. After the complete disappearance of Commander Yash’s strike fleet, the Surveillants became an integral part of the warships’ crews, and their powers were sufficient, even at the level of major units and fleets, to overrule commanders of any rank.

“You, too, have undergone a recent update of the block, Officer Lins?” The Commander asked the Surveillant indifferently.

“Of course,” there was a challenge in Lins’ voice, “and what does it matter?”

“Now it doesn’t matter anymore,” responded Kilsh seeming outwardly imperturbable and turned to his officers, “Light forces, form a barrier in front of the battleships and cruisers.”

Kilsh knew this maneuver was useless. If the human torpedo salvo has casually removed the veil of fighters and scanners, what can the corvettes and destroyers do against a new attack, except needlessly to perish? But the Commander just couldn’t do nothing. Had it not been for the renewed block in his head, he would have already given the order to end the useless resistance, especially since he was eager to believe the fairy tale humans were broadcasting on his ships. Kilsh was sick and tired of this senseless war…

The alarm has interrupted the Commander’s reflections.

“Enemy torpedo attack,” tactical officer shouted, “our light forces are under attack! Enemy torpedoes have breached the barrier!”

“Open the barrage fire,” impassively commanded Kilsh, knowing full well that it would do little. The flagship’s hull shuddered from frequent hits. These strikes were not strong – the second wave of enemy torpedoes knocked out anti-aircraft emplacements on the battleship’s hull, clearing the way for the main attackers, who also were not long in coming.

“Damage report,” demanded Kilsh when the ship’s shakings stopped.

“Major caliber cannons and anti-aircraft systems destroyed. Space scanning efficiency 20 percent. The hull is breached in three places, but the damage only affected the outer sections. Damage to the propulsion system is being investigated. Four crew members were slightly injured.”

“Make contact with the squadron’s ships,” requested the Commander. Having listened to the reports of the commanders of the ships and having given the necessary orders, Kilsh made a gesture to turn off the communication and fell hard into his chair set up in the center of the command post opposite the tactical hologram. He wouldn’t be able to call this a battle. Not a single ship of the squadron has been destroyed. Even the corvettes, which would have been annihilated by a single torpedo in a normal combat, have survived the attack of the enemy, but the squadron could no longer continue the battle – only a few guns were able to fire, the ships were not able to move, the aiming-navigation systems failed, constantly losing their targets. The humans did not shoot, although main batteries of their battleships could easily reach any ship of the squadron.

“Commander Kilsh, do you intend to command the battle?” The voice of the Surveillant has broken the silence set in the command post of the flagship.

“Do you see the slightest opportunity to continue the fight, Officer Lins?” The squadron Commander has turned to the Surveillant.

“I don’t have to explain to you, Commander, that the enemy is about to board. Why don’t you give the order to prepare to repel it?!”

“Because there’ll be no boarding,” Kilsh calmly answered.

“Do you want to give up?” hissed Lins,“ You probably forgot that the new block will kill you the first time you try anything!”

“I didn’t forget it,” answered Kilsh looking him straight into the eyes, “but it doesn’t change anything.”

“I’m relieving you of command of the squadron, former Commander Kilsh!” squealed Lins.

“Not this time, Surveillant.”

No one at the command post noticed how a gun appeared in the Commander’s hand. Kilsh was a big fan of hand-held personal weaponry and was good with it, and now his staff officers, who were well aware of the Commander’s passion, have been able to make sure of that once again. The dry crackle of the shot sounded especially loudly in the instant silence, and the Surveillant, with a neat hole in his forehead, collapsed into his chair, from which he had jumped a minute earlier.

“Establish communication with the enemy fleet,” ordered the Сommander in an ice-cold voice, lowering his hand with the gun, but not putting it in his holster.

“But…” the tactical officer’s face was affected by a misunderstanding, “but what about the block, Commander…”

“Do it!” barked Kilsh. His face was skewed. The Сommander almost felt death coming. Something was going on in his head, confusing his thoughts and clouding his consciousness. Then the pain came.

„So this is how a death order algorithm works when you’re on the verge of doing a prohibited act,” the thought ran through Kilsh’s mind, but he drove it away, trying to keep his consciousness lucid. So far, he’s been able to do that.

* * *

I watched silently on the tactical projection as our torpedoes struck the battleships and cruisers after forcing their way through the nominal light forces shield deployed by the enemy in front of the heavy ships. In fact, I saw nothing new. It was very similar to what happened during the attack on the orbital fortresses.

“Why don’t they give up?” Fulton was clearly perplexed, “After all, our message worked out so well near star Ran, and now it’s even more convincing.”

“It means that something has changed,” I told the Admiral, “don’t underestimate the enemy, they couldn’t help reacting to the complete disappearance of their strike fleet. If the fleet had died in battle, someone would have survived. There are some reconnaissance ships that are not directly involved in a battle, and that have good camouflage capabilities. Several such ships would have left the system and reported the defeat to their commands. But for the top leadership of the quargs, their armada simply vanished without a trace, which led them to believe that the Fleet ended its resistance on the orders of the commander, who no one dared disobey.”

“Call from enemy flagship!” Liaison officer shouted and, without waiting for orders, activated the channel.

A strange picture appeared before us on the projection screen. The camera’s field of view appeared to have been specifically enlarged, so we’ve seen the entire command post of the enemy flagship. The first thing that caught our eyes was the corpse of a quarg in the uniform of Surveillants, lying in a chair with a hole in his forehead. In the center, right in front of the camera, stood a quarg with a pistol in his lowered hand, his face was twisted in pain. The other officers were in their seats at the consoles and they were watching us, too.

The commander of the quargs tried to say something, but having evidently got a spasm of pain he fell to the floor. Officers rushed to him from different directions, but it was too late – the body of their commander twitched several times in convulsions and stiffened.

“This is the death order,” Slin-at told in low voice, while watching as enemy officers who have tried to help their commanding officer rise to their feet in confusion.

The communication channel was still working and I thought it was foolish to pass up such an opportunity, despite the dramatic nature of the situation.

“I am Fleet Admiral Lavroff, commander of the combined forces of men, lizards and free quargs,” I introduced myself to the officers of the enemy who had not yet put themselves back together. “You know very well that you’ve lost this battle. We didn’t start this war, and neither did you, but I think we can end it, or at least stop killing each other. My fleet has come to the Groombridge system to reclaim the planets you have captured, but I’m ready to consider the circumstances that make you fight with us. Your deaths are of no use to humans, to lizards, much less to free quargs. I see you are in no condition to surrender. Your commander made that clear at the cost of his life, and I respect what he did. So I’m giving you 48 hours to voluntarily leave the system. During this time, my ships will not attack the planets and prevent your evacuation.”

The quargs looked at me but didn’t try to answer. The body of their commander, lying on the floor, clearly demonstrated what such an attempt might threaten them. I didn’t provoke the enemy officers to do life-threatening things and ordered the comms off.

“Fleet, stop approaching the planet and begin accelerating to the star’s zone of influence.”

“They could call for help,” said Fulton with some doubt in his voice.

“Yes, they could,” I agreed with the Admiral, “Perhaps even the ships of their masters will arrive, though I highly doubt that. But we’re not gonna sit back, either. I need to know what happened, and I’m gonna find that out. Make contact with Rear Admiral Yoon Gao. I need him and Colonel Mbia here as soon as possible with their best men. Mbia had already landed on Groombridge-2 once, and it’s time to repeat the feat. And let them take the captive toads, I’ve business with them. And I’ll also need the little recon ship found in the hangar of the captured cruiser.”

* * *

This whole thing with the Federation and lizards’ attack on Groombridge was caused by extreme uncertainty. We didn’t know how strong the local toads were, hence, we could not claim with certainty that a frontal attack on their planets by the combined forces of the Federation, the lizards and the Imperial squadron would give us an unconditional victory, so we wanted to provoke the toads to move first. The Empire had sent powerful ships to help us, but there weren’t that many, because they just couldn’t take away more of them from the front that was already starting to come apart at the seams.

A lot has changed on the other side of the portal in the more than six years I’ve been gone, and these changes were not good. To begin with, political control changed hands in the Empire. Emperor Yort, who was at a very respectable age when I was Brigadier General Dean, died three years after my transfer here, and the election of a new emperor was never possible. The rival elite clans were never able to find a strong but at the same time a compromise figure that would satisfy everyone. In the midst of the difficult war, the task has proved doubly difficult. It was the Regency Council that ruled the Empire, and Chief of Staff Marshal Klink served as Commander-in-Chief, but his position was precarious, and it affected the quality of the administration of the Empire. As a result, things were getting worse in that state, which was still big and powerful, but was constantly shrinking.

I was thinking about what happened three months ago, when, right after the first contact with the Empire, the question of negotiations came up, and I was trying to figure out where I’d made a mistake. The Empire met our embassy very well, and at that moment it seemed to me that all our problems were close to being resolved, but as time passed, I felt more and more that they didn’t care for us, although it seemed that contact with the Federation offered them virtually unlimited opportunities…

I decided to go to negotiations with the Empire on battleship Dragon’s Tail. It was a very impressive ship, and very unusual by human standards. Besides, I felt it necessary to show respect to our allies on this side of the portal, who were the most active in the construction of this ship, and to invite them with me. When Tobolsky read the list of persons I included in our embassy, he shook his head in surprise and looked up at me.

“Mr Lavroff, don’t you think that’s too much? I can understand why you included Governor-General Lit-ta in your delegation, although I would have thought ten times whether we should involve the lizards in the initial stage of negotiations with the Empire, but why do you want to drag a captive quarg with you?”

“I believe, Mr President, that the former commander of the Kappa Ceti defense system, and at the same time the first quarg with the correctly removed mental block, can tell our potential allies a lot of interesting things. They’re fighting a war with the toads out there, which we happen to have as well. The Empire certainly does not expect such a turn of events, and Mr Tsché knows a lot about our local «frogs». Besides, he’s almost no longer a prisoner. Almost immediately after the removal of the block, he applied for the Earth Federation citizenship. Given the extraordinary nature of the case, no one has taken a decision on the matter without consulting you. So if you agree, Mr Tsché will be sent to negotiate as a Federation citizen.”

A deep crease cut through Tobolsky’s forehead. There was something about the idea that he clearly didn’t like.

“The granting of our citizenship to a quarg will set a precedent whose consequences we will disentangle for many years. I’m not sure it’s right, but rather it’s the other way around,” answered Tobolsky with a doubt in his voice, “I would suggest another option. How many quargs have had their blocks removed?”

“Several tens of thousands.”

“Then it would be more appropriate to establish a new independent quarg state under our protectorate in the Kruger 60 system. Let your Mr Tsché be its citizen and perhaps its leader. Well, let him go to the talks as an Allied race representative, if you think that’s helpful.”

Tobolsky was a far more sophisticated politician than I was, and that was his idea, which he came up with on the fly, which I thought was a good one. Not only did it remove from the agenda a host of questions that might have arisen about the bizarre status of the quargs as citizens of the Federation, it should have been much more comfortable for the quargs themselves. So I just had one more question for Tobolsky.

“Mr President, may I inform Governor-General Lit-ta of the contact with the Empire and of her invitation to the talks, or is it better that this information passes through diplomatic channels?”

The question got Tobolsky thinking.

“Igor Yakovlevich,” said he a few seconds later, “The information will go through the official channels, but you will inform the lizards as my designated head of delegation. You can’t directly address the Senior because it doesn’t fit your status, so Governor General Lit-ta would be the perfect contact.”

* * *

Lit-ta listened to me without interruption.

“Igor,” said she after a little pause, “thank you for informing us immediately of your contact with the Empire. I appreciate it, and I’m sure the Senior will appreciate it, too. I once invited you into my system, and you promised to come as soon as you could. It seems to me that now is the time to do that, especially since this visit is not too much of a burden for you, because you have set up a transport ring here.”

I didn’t think for long. Why not? Lit-ta obviously wanted to discuss something in person, and she promised to show me something interesting…

“I’m ready. When will you get a chance to spend time with me?”

“Fly in. I’ll always have time for you.”

“Then wait for me tomorrow. We shouldn’t delay our visit to the Empire.”

* * *

Lit-ta didn’t invite me to one of the giant quasi-living cities raised by the lizards on the surface and partly beneath the surface of the planets of Iota Persei. Apparently, she thought the lizards’ habitat might not be entirely comfortable for humans. We met on board Dragon’s Tail. This battleship was originally built for a crew of humans and the lizards, and was therefore well equipped to provide comfort for both races.

Lit-ta has been aboard my flagship several times and felt quite free on the ship.

“We have some very serious matters to discuss, Admiral,” after completion of the formalities the lizard moved on to business, “I invited you into my system for a reason – we can talk in peace here. I’d like to show you something, but to do that, we have to fly into the outer belt of asteroids.”

“That’s great, we’ll have a few hours for a thoughtful conversation.”

We set up in the study of my Admiral’s cabin, where there was a comfortable chair for me and some very specific furniture for my guest, as soon as a tail, especially as massive as the lizard’s tail, had certain requirements for furniture.

“Aren’t you afraid, Admiral?” asked Lit-ta suddenly.

I knew exactly what she was asking about, but I chose to ask her a follow-up question, “Are you afraid to let them in here?”

“I was with you in the Kappa Ceti system, and I remember perfectly well what protective fields and plasma cannons are. Your ships were somehow able to resist them, though at great cost, and our dreadnoughts were powerless until your guns knocked down the power shields of the enemy cruisers. And there were only two smaller ships facing us. Now imagine letting an entire fleet in here, armed much better than the local toads. They’ll be able to dictate any terms they want to us. Admiral, are you aware of that? The Empire has transport rings, too, and once we let them in, they won’t need us anymore.”

“They’re humans, like us, Lit-ta, and I’m sure we can make a deal. They’re at war there, and they’re not very successful either, which means we’ll need each other.”

“You’re humans, and it gives you a chance to come to an agreement, I won’t argue, although there may be options. But why would the Empire want us, Admiral? Now, in our alliance with the Federation, there is a certain balance of power, for which, by the way, we thank you again – hybrid ships with mixed crews have indeed become an excellent unifying factor. But now the balance would be lost. Humans will become much stronger than us, and lizards will cease to be full partners in the new alliance.”

“I believe it will be different, Lit-ta. Our interests don’t conflict with yours. The galaxy is huge and there’s enough room for us and you. Your biotechnologies far outpaced not only the Federation science, but the Empire science as well, so you’ll have something to offer the new allies.”

“What makes you think their bioengineering is inferior to ours?”

“Because they developed along our path, Lit-ta. Let me tell you a little secret. Our analysts believe that if humanity’s progress continues on the same path as it does now, we can reach your level of working with living matter no sooner than 300 years from now, if not more. The thing is, we’re used to solving all problems with the help of machinery, and that’s how it’s going to be. Bioengineering is evolving as a purely complementary activity, so it is not progressing so fast. In the Empire, the situation is exactly the same. Your technology will be a revelation to them, though perhaps less so than to us.

Think of the same hybrid battleships. If you hadn’t grown armor and engines in space, we would have been working on building each ship for at least six months. And Dragon’s Tail was built in three months, and this is far from the limit. The last battleship of this type was commissioned 48 days after it was laid.

And the reconnaisance?! Can you imagine the effect of combining Imperial camouflage fields with your engines? Think of Yoon Gao hybrid recon ship. It seemed like a real breakthrough compared to everything we and you had before we met, and our electronic warfare systems are nothing compared to what the Empire has. I’m counting on your technologies as one of the great trumps in the coming negotiations, Lit-ta. Now we have a unique situation where we all need each other. Perhaps, in time, even the quargs will find a place in the new alliance, though it will be more difficult with them, but it is not a question of today.”

The lizard began to think, looking at me with an unblinking gaze.

“You’re going to do us a favor again, Igor,” finally said she. “You informed me immediately of your contact with the Empire, and now you’re offering us a real way to integrate ourselves into a new alliance that will allow us to play a prominent role in it. Why are you doing this, man?”

“Because I see good for us all, Lit-ta. Lizards are very convenient allies for humans, just as humans are for lizards, and I want this situation to last as long as possible. Do you remember a world without war, Governor General?”

“I do,” responded Lit-ta after a little pause, but she didn’t go into details.

“And I don’t. But I’ve been told a lot about how it was, and you know, I hope to see this for myself as soon as possible. My children should not lead battleships and aircraft carriers into battle. I want a completely different fate for them, and for that to become a reality, I believe it is right to lay the foundations of mutual benefit in relations between our races.”

“I’ll tell the Senior what you’ve said, and I don’t think there will be any delay or difficulty with our decision to negotiate with the Empire. As I understand it, we’re almost there on our journey,” Lit-ta’s changed her subject, “Have you forgotten what a space suit looks like, Admiral? We’re going to have to walk on the surface of one of the asteroids.”

* * *

The asteroid looked, frankly, peculiar on the projection screen. In fact, it wasn’t really an asteroid, but rather an asteroid stump. Once upon a time, this massive rock block had almost a spherical shape and a diameter of about 300 kilometers, but now there was only a little more than half of it left, and it seemed that once, quite a long time ago, a stone ball had been cut in half with a very sharp and hard object, leaving behind a perfectly plane surface resembling a petrographic cut. It was unclear where the other half of the asteroid had gone, at least, the scanners did not see it in the immediate vicinity. It’s been clearly not a year or two since the event that gave the asteroid its current appearance. The surface of the cut, which had once been smooth, was now covered by numerous traces left by the impact of rock fragments of various shapes and sizes, which were abundant in the outer Iota Persei belt. There was no doubt that the asteroid was being used extensively by someone at the time of the accident. On the surface of the cut, in many places there were stains of the entrances to the tunnels going deep into the rock, which were almost identical in shape and size. The asteroid was pitted with these passages, but the lizards have been unable to determine their purpose.

“It’s a pretty old story,” said Lit-ta looking at the screen. “About 120 years ago, some 30 years before we started to develop Iota Persei, a rather nontrivial astronomical event took place here, I would even call it extremely nontrivial.”

“What happened here?” I asked with genuine interest.

“Our observers near Lambda Aurigae have recorded the appearance of a new star system consisting of three low-mass sub-brown dwarfs, one light month from Iota Persei.”

“I’m sorry, Lit-ta, did I hear you correctly? Did you say «appearance»? Maybe you meant that previously unknown stars were discovered?”

“That’s the thing. They did appear, there’s no doubt about it. They weren’t there before. Even 150 years ago, we couldn’t overlook a triple star system, even though it was made up of these little brown stars, right in front of us, in less than two dozen light years away. Naturally, this phenomenon aroused great interest among our ancestors, but at that time, flying this distance was still a difficult business, and while the expedition was being prepared, its purpose disappeared instantly and without a trace. However, it did not disappear completely – here is the trace. This asteroid is the only material evidence of the events of those years. It came from the direction of the vanished sub-brown dwarfs and was captured by the gravity of Iota Persei, becoming part of the outer belt of the system.”

“I take it this is only part of the story?” said I with a slight smile, “I’m sure you found there something worthy of attention.”

“Yes, we did,” confirmed Lit-ta, “but it’s better if you see it with your own eyes.”

* * *

“Once upon a time, something of value was clearly mined here, but what was it? ” The asteroid was pitted with tunnels that diverged in the most unexpected places and also ended suddenly in dead ends. Sometimes the rock had strange cavities, as if part of it had suddenly disappeared into nowhere, leaving behind a cavity of unpredictable shape and size.

“We’ve been through all the drifts, but we haven’t found any valuable minerals,” Lit-ta’s voice sounded in my helmet headphones. “Perhaps by the time of the catastrophe, the deposit of what was mined here had probably been exhausted and the asteroid was being used for other purposes. Come on, you haven’t seen the best part yet.”

Some of the tunnels in the surviving part of the asteroid were filled with equipment of unclear purpose, often embedded in walls. Only one thing was beyond doubt: the civilization that used these devices was developing along the path of technological progress.

“We didn’t touch anything here,” Litta continued her story, “It was obvious to us that we wouldn’t figure out the purpose of all this iron stuff anyway – it was too alien to us.”

“Why didn’t you tell us this before, Lit-ta? Our scientists could do a lot to understand what happened here 120 years ago.”

“I wanted to do it, but there were so many more pressing matters. Do you remember when I invited you during my first visit to the Federation? I wanted to show you this place, but then you didn’t find the time, which was natural in that situation. Come on, the most interesting find still awaits us.”

The tunnel we were walking through made another turn and suddenly led us into a rather spacious room cut down in the rock. I changed the pace at which I’ve been going, there were machines in front of me whose purpose was beyond doubt.

I stood there silently and looked at dozens of combat robots, which remained stationary in neat rows along the walls of the cave. They looked sort of like insects. This impression was caused by joint limbs, which for every combat machine were between six and ten, and scaly segmented armor. The largest of them were equipped with cannons, the barrels of which jutted out of the front of their bodies in such a way that they started an involuntary association with mandibles of arthropods. Smaller machines were grouped around each big robot, apparently, they were supposed to act on the battlefield with it, doing reconnaissance and destroying minor targets, although I wouldn’t say that with full confidence.

In my long service to the planetary commandos, I have encountered various robots, or as they were called in my first world, walking tanks. This was the first time I saw such a design, but I was paying attention to all the little things and details that were saying a lot to the man who had often seen such creatures in battle. Latticed emitters of protective fields were only visible on the bodies of large machines. Missile launchers were mostly hidden inside the hulls, but the launchers of small robots partially protruded outward, forming a characteristic hump on its «back». In general, I suspected that in combat these machines would be stronger than our Bisons and Goannas, but they could hardly compete with the walking tanks I controlled in my last battle in the body of General Dean.

“And what is your impression of this?” Lit-ta interrupted a prolonged silence.

“It’s a very dangerous adversary. I think you’re lucky those sub-brown dwarfs disappeared as quickly as they came. If they would have stayed here, and something like this would have got out of them,” I made a gesture around the cave, “you and I wouldn’t be talking right now.”

“Our scientists came to the same conclusion,” Lit-ta agreed with me, “but despite their best efforts, there is still no explanation for what happened.”

“Have these specimens been standing here since they were discovered without any activity?”

“When we found this place, it was hopelessly dead. No energy, no living things, not even the corpses of the owners of these machines – nothing. There is a far-fetched hypothesis that our world was somehow not suited to those who had come here in such an unusual way, but that’s just a vague assumption, which, by the way, doesn’t explain the origin of that split-in-half asteroid.”

“What do you think those who built these robots looked like, Lit-ta?”

“We’ve been wondering the same thing. As you know, we’re pretty good at everything with natural and artificial evolution of living things, but the conclusions of our bioengineers have been mixed. They were definitely not lizards, toads, humans, or quargs. So we have the paradoxical view that these machines had evolved on their own for some time, without the help of their creators, as unbelievable as this may sound. By the way, we gave them a name, and I’m curious if our perception matches yours. What would you call the civilization that created these robots?”

I thought for a few seconds, but I finally decided that the first association that came to my head was the best thing to designate what I saw.

“This is Swarm, a swarm of insects who built war machines in their own image. I have no basis for this opinion – it’s just a first impression that I’m used to trust.”

“Perhaps Igor, humans and lizards are not as different as they seem at first glance,” Lit-ta spoke thoughtfully, “We gave them the name «Hive».”

Chapter 3

Yoon Gao and Mbia arrived seven hours later. Earlier their journey would have taken several days, but mass production of transport rings revolutionized the Federation’s logistics. General of the Army Barrington jokingly complained that I had robbed him of his job with my invention, but it was clear that in fact the permanent head of the rear services was pleased with the changes that had taken place.

“André, have you forgotten your last landing on Groombridge-2?” I asked the Colonel with a grin.

We had tea in my office on board Dragon’s Tail and I was telling the scouts why I pulled them out of the Solar System.

“Who could forget it with this,” Mbia absentmindedly moved his hand, hit by a shell fragment during the operation to rescue President Tobolsky from an underground shelter. The arm recovered long ago and did not cause the Colonel any discomfort, but the memory of the injury remained.

“Would you like to do that again?”

“Eh… Is that a question?”

“Well, for now, yes.”

“Then it depends on what needs to be repeated. If this is about covert landing on the planet and reconnaissance, you know I’m all for it. But if you need to attack an enemy company reinforced with combat robots with a bare ass again, pardon me, with small arms in your hands, do it without me if you can.”

“Yes, I remember that. That time your raid didn’t go very well, even though you did a brilliant job,” I agreed with the Colonel, “but in this case, I hope it won’t be necessary to fight, and not even to save anyone, except for a few million quargs now on the planets of Groombridge.”

“My ship won’t have so many quargs,” Yoon Gao raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly.

“Something else will save them, and that is what I want to deliver to the planets with your help, Yoon. You and André know that we’ve been shooting a little bit here, and as a result, the orbital defense of Groombridge-2 has lost its fighting power. The new non-lethal ammunition was used well, but it turned out it didn’t do us much good. Apparently, the toads have made changes in the mental block given to the quargs, and now they can’t surrender to us. In fact, they couldn’t surrender to the lizards before, because the quargs knew very well that the reptiles could remove the block, but now that, along with the cruiser captured near Kappa Ceti, we have got the equipment to remove the blocks, the situation seems to have changed, and the toads updated the conditions for activating the death-order.”

“It makes perfect sense for them,” the Chinaman shrugged his shoulders, “what I don’t understand is, why didn’t they do it right away? Why allow the possibility of any negotiations with the enemy or surrender in the previous version of the block?”

“A few hours before we met, two captive toads were brought here – the captain of the captured cruiser and the doctor. I questioned them both again. The captain doesn’t know much about the modus operandi of the block, but the doctor turned out to be more informed, which is no surprise. As it turned out, the number of conditions for the death-order to be triggered cannot be too high. Or, rather, it can be, but then there’s a sharp increase in the risk of mental illness in the block’s host, and this danger is higher the longer such «overloaded» block is in the quarg brain. This makes it impossible to impose such comprehensive conditions as, for example, death in violation of any order of the masters. The quarg’s brain simply can’t withstand this kind of setup. The toad doctor, of course, couldn’t have known exactly what changes were made to the block, but he suggested that the conditions for activation of the death-order had expanded significantly. This was a deliberate risk, given the emergency that followed the Kappa Ceti combat. Apparently, the toads’ leadership hopes to solve the problem relatively quickly and get everything back, or even substantially weaken the block for a while if they can get rid of us and the lizards.”

“And what will it take for us to thwart the enemy’s wicked designs?” Mbia was back in the conversation.

“I issued an ultimatum to the quargs almost eight hours ago. I gave them 48 hours to voluntarily evacuate from the system and promised not to attack the planets or touch their transport ships. The result so far is zero, the quargs are sitting on planets with no activity. Only a few light ships have left the system. We did not stop them from accelerating and jumping, but I think it had nothing to do with the evacuation.”

“In fact, it would be strange to expect otherwise,” Yoon Gao shrugged his shoulders. “They have a very strong Internal Security Service, which is staffed only by the quargs, who have voluntarily chosen to side with their masters. So without their permission, no transport leaves the system.”

“I think you’re right, Yoon, and all the more important is the task I’m about to entrust to you. I need you to secretly bring a captured little toad recon ship to the surface of the planet in your ship’s hangar. And then with its help, our task force will visit their largest city, or the place where their chief person responsable for the planet lives.”

The puzzled scouts went into silence for a while.

“But, Igor…” uttered Mbia, being a bit confused, “it’s not an army reconnaisance task, it’s a human intelligence mission, which, for obvious reasons, we don’t do and never did. We’d need to make direct contact… Yoon will take us to the planet, hiding behind a camouflage field, I mean, the Empire made sure and provided the necessary equipment for his department, but then what? Neither I nor my people are quargs. How do we get into their cities?”

“But you won’t get there, André. You will land, secure and camouflage the temporary base, put the special task force in the captured recon ship and send it to the city, and then, after they complete the task, meet them and arrange for evacuation.”

“Will the quargs come with us?” Yoon Gao has even lost his usual imperturbability for a moment.

“Not only quargs, Yoon. The task force will consist of three – two quargs and a toad.”

* * *

The recruitment of the toad doctor went surprisingly smoothly. Unlike the captain of the cruiser, who gave us the information we needed only through the use of chemical agents that loosened his tongue, the doctor told many things voluntarily. However, Tlet was not a coward; rather, he was an unscrupulous and cynical being who had nothing but contempt for the top leaders of his state. He enlisted in the fleet solely for financial gain and status, and he thought his choice was right, as long as his duties were limited to the hassle-free work of a medic on the ship, that was escorting transports in the deep rear of the quargs. However, the combined attack of humans and lizards on the Kappa Ceti system brought into Tlet’s measured life a not too pleasant variety in the form of space battle and captivity.

The medic blamed his captivity on the incompetent idiot who commanded the convoy. According to Tlet, there was no point in getting into a fight near Kappa Ceti, but Commander Shreen, who was nothing but an inflated bubble, decided that simply leaving and reporting to the Supreme Leader was not enough. He wished to capture or destroy the hyperportal which, unexpectedly for them, was possessed by humans, and which this underdeveloped civilization simply could not have. Well, OK, he made that decision, but then why did he separate the cruisers? If the commander had sent all three warships to attack, things might have been different, but no! How can you leave the transport with the priceless Shreen’s carcass on board without cover? And the fact that this transport would have no problem getting away from any slow human ship, is an insignificant detail.

Anyway, my offer has found fertile ground, but the toad still had reasonable doubts, and I had to work really hard to get him to cooperate.

“Tell me, Admiral, why should I be on your side?” asked the toad, looking closely at me with his bulging eyes, “Well, all right, let’s say you’re telling the truth and you’re genuinely willing to do whatever you promised me here. Let’s say, once again, that you and I will succeed, and you will win in the Groombridge Star system a grand, bloodless victory, capturing millions of prisoners. What’s next for you? You will return to your metropolis as a hero, but you will have no time to enjoy your triumph. I don’t know how many more weeks it will take for the High Lodge to assemble a new fleet and join the quargs in invading your space, putting an end to this war, but I’m sure it’s a month at the most. We make one more unlikely assumption that I will survive the upcoming slaughter, and I will be freed by my own. Should I continue?”

“Don’t bother, Officer Tlet, your message is clear. Have you ever wondered why, instead of preparing for a hopeless defense, our fleet launched this offensive?”

“That question has been bothering me ever since I got here,” admitted the toad.

“And I’ll explain that to you now, I’ll just start from afar. Would you care to recall how many active hyperportals are there in the space you control?”

“At the time of my capture, there were seven or eight,” responded the toad quickly, “I can’t say for sure – one of the portals malfunctioned all the time and was about to completely fail.”

“Here! And we have almost three dozen of them, most of them mobile, able to fly independently through hyperspace.”

“It certainly gives you an advantage in logistics,” agreed Tlet, “but it doesn’t help if we strike with all our forces at one point – your Solar System, for example.”

“And why do you think, Officer Tlet, that the hyperportal is the only technology humans have ever surpassed you?”

“Well, at least because in the battle at Kappa Ceti, which cost your fleet huge losses, you didn’t use anything else to surprise us.”

“Come on, officer,” said I and got up, “I want to show you something.”

Of course, it was a desperate bluff, but I just needed badly the toad’s approval to participate in the operation. I saw no other way to reach my goal, so I took a chance. Knowing how our conversation will proceed, I even before the start of recruitment set the task to the technicians of Dragon’s Tail, and they rushed through the work. Now I hoped that the result of their efforts would impress the toad.

The doors of the hangar spread out to the sides, and we were faced with battle machines lined up. Lit-ta kindly allowed me to take Swarm’s combat robot unit, found by the lizards on the cut-in-half asteroid, for research in the Jeff Department. I couldn’t afford to risk disclosing information on our contact with the Empire to the toad, there was no way to give information about the Empire to the enemy. But these machines made a strong impression on Tlet.

“I remember that your specialty is medicine, Officer Tlet,” said I as I watched the reaction of the toad, “but I think you’re familiar with the basic characteristics of your ground warfare equipment, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am, Admiral,” responded the toad in a few seconds, “Not as well as I should be, but who knew… What I see on the back of the larger robot is a protective field emitter?”

“I see, you’re showing false modesty, Officer. In fact, you’re much better at combat robots than I thought,” I’ve decided to flatter the toad a little, “And how does that make you feel?”

“These are dangerous machines, Admiral. I didn’t think you could do that, but to be honest, I’m not that convinced. There were no protective fields on your ships, which means you’re showing me single specimens that haven’t been mass-produced yet. And you don’t have time to rearm, but if you put anything on your ships in time, it’ll probably be first-generation fields – not very reliable and with very limited resources. I don’t think they can turn the tide.”

The toad was far from a fool, and despite his medical specialty, he was able to understand the most important thing about what he saw. Well, I had one last trump card left, and now it was time to pull it out of my sleeve.

“Now, dear Officer Tlet, I’ll show you something else. Perhaps this will help you make the right decision. Major Lavroff,” said I into the communicator, addressing my wife, “activate the camouflage fields.”

We certainly couldn’t make the protective shields of the Swarm’s robots work. Jeff and his men had still a long way to go to study them, but I just needed to show the toad something impressive, and I remembered what a shock my EW complexes, especially the later modifications, had on Federation officers. And yet they were nothing compared to the Empire’s camouflage fields. And now I had on board the camouflage field generators brought here by Yoon Gao for landing on Groombridge-2. It was these generators that the technicians of Dragon’s Tail attached in a hurry to the bodies of Swarm’s robots.

The combat machines were covered with the pouring currents of trembling air, and became almost transparent. The robots haven’t disappeared completely, but if the hangar were a few times more spacious, it would be difficult to see the robots from its far end. The opposite wall of the hangar could be seen through the robots in every detail. On my signal Inga has led in movement a Goanna, which has walked slowly behind the formation of robots, hidden by the camouflage field. The toad kept watching the field almost without distortion reproduce on the frontal armor of the combat machines the robot walking in the background, preserving the high quality of camouflage.

“Are you satisfied now, Officer Tlet?” asked I with a slight smile.

“I saw everything I needed,” the voice of the toad showed firmness, saying that he had made a decision, “Let’s not waste time, you haven’t yet told me the details of our joint operation.”

* * *

Groombridge-2 was waiting. It’s already been half the 48 hours that the humans have given. The cautious suggestion of the Head of Civil Administration to take advantage of the opportunity to evacuate at least civilians was met with complete misunderstanding by the Surveillants. Negotiations and any agreements with the enemy have been strongly discouraged before, and now, in the light of the new instructions of the Masters, they were subject to the strictest prohibition and the penalty of death.

The Head of planetary control, Fetz, hasn’t slept in over 24 hours. He was informed of all incidents involving attempts by servicemen and civilians to violate the will of the Masters on Groombridge-2. Much to Fetz’s regret, not all deviant behavior of the quargs could be prohibited by the mental block, and the Surveillants were carrying out the voluminous, difficult but desperately needed work of controlling the loyalty of the population and the army.

An emergency call alert made the Head of Surveillants to turn to the communications device.

“Chief, our scanners have registered a high-orbit combat,” reported the planetary defense commander.

“Has the fleet come to our aid?” There was hope in Fetz’s voice.

“Alas, Chief, it is not so. The battle was local and has already ended, although it is not entirely clear what it was. The enemy fleet has largely retreated to the outer limits of the system, but the light forces continue to patrol the central areas and the circumplanetary area. Two enemy destroyers must have spotted a ship attempting to approach the planet and attacked it. The operators of scanners observed explosions of missile warheads and cannon salvos. The human ships were allegedly damaged and retreated. We have not been able to detect the ship they attacked, nor any sign of its destruction. Maybe it was a reconnaissance ship with a next-generation camouflage equipment. If so, it could have gone into the atmosphere, and the humans did not risk chasing it for fear of a volley of anti-orbital missile batteries.”

“If these are our scouts, they will soon show up,” suggested Fetz.

“What if it’s staged and the enemy has infiltrated the planet?” The commander of the planetary defense was in doubt.

“That would make no sense to the humans. Why would the enemy draw attention to their own reconnaissance ship entering the atmosphere?” objected Fetz, “We just have to wait. Just to be on the safe side, bring ground forces in the area of a potential breakout into a state of heightened readiness for sabotage attacks. I don’t think it makes much sense, but let it be.”

“Yes, Chief.”

The new emergency call came in 30 minutes. This time, it was a scanner post reporting directly to the Surveillants.

“Chief Fetz,” the commander of the post reported in a disturbed voice, “Scanners have picked up a target outside the planetary defense force. It’s a small aerospace recon ship of the Masters. It’s moving towards the capital. You’ll have it in 15 minutes.”

Now for the Head of planetary control, everything was in place. If the Masters’ reconnaissance ship has broken the blockade, it is understandable that the humans could not shoot it down. The odd thing is why they even managed to detect it, but maybe the Masters, for some reason, decided to identify themselves with the adversary, who knows?

“Provide the recon ship with a safe passage! Pick up fighters for escort, but don’t get too close, the Masters don’t like it.”

* * *

“What did you promise him, Fleet Admiral, Sir?” asked General Clay, who approached me quietly. He closely observed on the tactical projection, how Yoon Gao’s reconnaissance ship exchanged shots of training and simulation munitions with our two destroyers in high orbits of Groombridge-2.

“Nothing out of the ordinary, General, Sir,” I smiled at my former immediate superior, and now a representative of the Allied Empire, “comfortable conditions of captivity until the end of the war and a high post in the occupation administration after our victory, and this post will be higher, the more useful he will be to us now.”

“And how did you convince him that your victory is achievable? You didn’t tell him you were in contact with the Empire before you sent him behind enemy lines.”

“No, of course not, but your camouflage fields, which I gave away as our design, made the required impression on the toad. He already knew we had a hyperportal, and yet another technology that surpassed our overall scientific and technological level did not surprise him, but it led him to believe that our chances of victory were real.”

“Aren’t you afraid that once the toad is in the enemy’s position, he’ll immediately forget all your arrangements?”

“Anything is possible, but I think he still values his life above everything else. The simple technical device attached to his body will protect us from his reckless actions. I think he’s making a good assessment of his chances of surviving an explosion of 300 grams of OKFOL. ”

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