top of the Tokugawa looked almost like a traditional ship, flat, and interspaced with structures, some as large as four-story buildings. The first and second hulls were side by side, with all of the engine and power-plant sections between them, and the third hull was evenly spaced below them. All three were angled, and the bags nearly touched at the front, so that the craft was shaped like a wedge, while the rear was mostly open and covered in powerful propellers. It was the greatest vessel ever created.
There was only a skeleton crew of three hundred men, sent specifically to Michigan to pick up the Tokugawa and bring it home. Once they reached Japan the crew would be brought up to full strength, and the Chairman would make this his new mobile command center.
The training dojo was in the very bottom of the ship, suspended alone beneath the third hull, so that nothing would impede its view. The wood floor had been polished until it gleamed and he could still smell varnish and sawdust. With the armored shutters open, the glass walls let in all of the sun and it seemed like he could see across the entire Pacific from here. The ceiling was thirty feet tall, and the dojo was a hundred feet long and eighty feet wide.
Twenty men had gathered to watch him practice. It was a great honor to spar with an Iron Guard. It was even rumored amongst the troops that if you could hurt one, the Chairman would give you a personal blessing. Rule number one, respect strength.
Madi's stance was wide, the wooden sword at his side hung loose and ready in his hands. 'Again,' he commanded.
He was sparring against six of the crew at one time. All were volunteers, hoping to impress the Iron Guard. Four were Imperial Marines, wearing a single kanji, but hardy fighters anyway. Two were Actives, a Torch from the damage control team, and the lieutenant in charge of security was a Massive, like his old master, Rokusaburo. He was really the only one Madi was concerned with.
The Marines charged while the Torch circled, looking for a shot. Madi took the first two down with single clean strikes, quicker than the eye could follow, driving one to the ground so hard that he felt bones break. One almost caught him with the edge of a sword, but he hit that one with a quick surge of Power and now down for the Marine became straight into the air. The Massive swung, but Madi dodged back with the speed of a man a fraction of his size, and before the sword could come back, he threw several extra gravities on it. The lieutenant grunted, trying to lift the katana that now seemed to weigh a hundred pounds, and Madi hit him with a slash that would have cleaved even his superdense body nearly in half.
The one he'd put into the air landed flat just as the Torch engulfed him in fire. Madi dove and rolled through the heat, feeling it prickle his skin as the magic kanji protected him. The Torch scrambled back as Madi rose, but the Iron Guard was too quick, and the crack of his bokken against the Torch's shin might have been heard at the opposite end of the ship. He hit the ground and Madi kicked the Active across the floor with his bare foot. He pulled it, since he didn't want to kill any of the damage control crew on a vessel filled with hydrogen, but the man still slid ten feet.
Madi spun the sword and surveyed the damage. It had taken five seconds. All of his opponents were down, but most were game enough to struggle back to their feet to bow. The Torch was hobbling on a broken ankle, trying to hold back tears, and he even managed a deep bow, only to fall over on his face. The only one who didn't was the one with the broken collarbone, and even Madi couldn't rightly fault that.
'Healer!' he barked. The blonde Grimnoir was shoved forward onto the hardwood by one of the watching soldiers. They'd cleaned her up, fed her, and put her in a white kimono. At least she was easy on the eyes. Asian women were good and all, but too skinny for his tastes. 'Fix 'em.' She hesitated, until one of the men guarding her gave her a good smack on the back of the head. She lowered her tired eyes and went to work. That's better. He turned back to the crowd. 'Eight men this time!'
The wounded were helped off the floor to make room for their replacements. The Marines picked up the dropped bokkens and two drew bo staffs from the rack. Good. Now they're using strategy. 'Again!'
Ten seconds later they were all down. One man actually hit him in the lip hard enough to draw blood with the end of a staff before he broke his arm and Powered him across the room. He'd been distracted by the tremor in the airship's frame. They were changing course. The sun was shifting in the glass. They were turning south.
'Good shot,' he told the young man who was being picked off the floor by his companions. Madi bowed, and the smile on the Marine's face told him that he'd remember the honor for a lifetime. A blue-uniformed flight crew member arrived a moment later with a message. He read it as he licked the blood from his teeth. The final piece of the Geo-Tel had been revealed. Naval units were closing in on the island now. It had been right under their noses, just like those slimy Grimmys. A submarine with Shadow Guard was ready to move as soon as the Finders pinpointed the exact location. Madi swore under his breath. It figured. He'd personally recovered every other piece. The last should be his honor to claim, not some candy-ass Shadow Guard.
But as he continued reading, his mood improved. The Tokugawa was to rendezvous with the Kaga carrying… the Chairman! The device would be reassembled aboard the new flagship. His lips parted in an unconscious bloody smile. He might not be the one to claim the last piece, but he'd be present for its firing. He would be there, at the Chairman's side, for the birth of a whole new world. A world ruled by strength and wisdom instead of weakness and corruption. Perfect.
'This time all of you who can stand.' Madi turned back to the troops and raised his sword. 'Again!'
Chapter 22
Billy Clanton and Frank McLowry commenced to draw their pistols at the same time Tom McLowry jumped behind a horse. I had my pistol in my overcoat pocket where I had put it. When I saw Billy and Frank draw their pistols I drew my pistol, I knew that the McLowry brothers had the reputation of having wizard's magic and I aimed at Frank McLowry. The two first shots which were fired were fired by Billy Clanton and myself. He shot at me, and I shot at Frank McLowry. I do not know which shot was first; we fired almost together. Morgan then shot Billy Clanton. The fight then became general. After several shots were fired Ike Clanton ran up and grabbed my arm. I could see no weapon in his hand and thought at the time he had none, and so I said to him, 'The fight has now commenced. Go to fighting or get away.' At the same time I pushed him off with my left hand. He started and ran down the side of the building and disappeared between the lodging house and the photograph gallery. My next shot struck Frank McLowry in the belly. He staggered off on the sidewalk but was still able to pick up a horse to throw at us. Virgil was struck by the flying horse before Holliday, who had the shotgun, fired at and killed Frank McLowry. Tom McLowry was unarmed. It made no difference, for his kind does not need a pistol to kill, and I shot him in the head.
– Testimony of Wyatt Earp, Tombstone Epitaph, 1881 UBF Tempest 'Captain, I've found them again,' the teleradioscope operator said.
I wish they'd quit calling me that. Francis walked over and looked over the UBF employee's shoulder. All he could see were green lights moving up and down, some fast, some slow, and some not at all. They'd tried to explain to him how the machine worked, but it was all about electrical resonance against metallic objects and the frequency and speed of return and traversing whatnots and so forth, and it just made him want a drink really bad. 'Where?'
'About a hundred miles further south than we expected. They've changed course. I think they're heading for the Marianas.'
That didn't make any sense, but at least they weren't getting any closer to Japan. That had been making him really nervous. 'Driver!'
'Uh… It's Helm, sir,' replied the man stationed at the very front of the glass bubble cockpit. Francis was still trying to learn the volunteers' names.
'Very well, Mr. Helm,' he said, and couldn't figure out why that caused Lance to snicker. 'Follow that blimp.'
Lance was sitting in one of the vacant chairs in the command center, with his boots up on a bank of sensitive electronics. 'You've really got no idea what you're doing, do you?' At least he was decent enough to lower his voice so the men wouldn't be able to hear them over the engines.
'Frankly, not even the slightest.' He took a seat at the empty communications station. Most of the seats
