The Honor of the Qween

DeGeorge.

'We're going to have to clear the bastards out of the way, Sam, and not just for us.' DeGeorge nodded, and Yu thumped the bulkhead that formed the rear wall of the shaft. 'You come up this bulkhead. I'll take the overhead, and Evans will be opposite me.' He looked up to be sure the petty officer was listening as well, and Evans nodded.

'This has to be fast. Keep your eyes on me. When I nod, go like hell. With a little luck, we'll be into the opening before they know it. Got it?'

'Yes, Sir,' Evans said softly, and DeGeorge nodded.

'Okay, let's do it,' Yu said grimly.

* * *

Major Bryan looked around the boat bay as Young climbed out of the service passage. He was the last of the party from the armory, but another fifteen men had arrived via other unlikely avenues of approach. Most had been unarmed, though a few had turned up carrying weapons Masadan soldiers no longer required, but Young and his men had brought enough flechette guns for everyone. In fact, Bryan still had a small reserve of them heaped on the deck, and the demolition charge Young had left in the armory meant the Masadans wouldn't get their hands on matching weapons.

Unfortunately, that only gave him about seventy men. He was confident he could hold the bay—for now, at least—but his options were limited, and none of the naval officers had gotten through to him.

'Breathers distributed, Sir,' Sergeant Towers reported, and Bryan grunted. One thing about the boat bay— its emergency and service lockers held an enormous number of breath masks. Their distribution meant the Masadans couldn't use the ventilators to asphyxiate or gas his men, and two engineering petty officers had disabled the emergency hatches, so they couldn't depressurize the gallery on them, either. The major had men holding the access corridor all the way to the blast doors, which gave him control of the lift shaft, but with power to the lifts cut, that was a limited advantage.

'Orders, Sir?' Young asked quietly, and Bryan scowled. What he wanted to do was launch a counterattack, but he wouldn't get far with seventy men.

'For right now, we hold in position,' he replied in a soft voice, 'but have the pinnaces pre-flighted.'

Pinnaces were faster than most small craft, and they were armed, though none of them carried external ordnance at the moment. But they were far slower than Thunder of God, their internal weapons were too light to significantly damage a warship like Thunder, and her weapons could swat them like flies. Young knew that as well as Bryan did, but he only nodded.

'Yes, Sir,' he said.

* * *

The ladder rung felt slick under Yu's sweaty hand, and his pulse raced. This wasn't his kind of a fight, but it was the fight he had, and he looked back to check on DeGeorge and Evans. Both of them were in position, watching him tensely, and he drew a deep breath—then nodded.

The three of them hurled themselves forward, and Yu rolled on his side in midair, holding his pulser in a two-handed grip as he flashed across the open lift doors. A Masadan soldier saw him and opened his mouth to shout a warning, but the captain squeezed his trigger, and two other pulsers whined as the three of them sent a tornado of darts down the passage.

There was no time to pick targets, but those darts were no less deadly for being unaimed. They clawed down the Masadans who'd lurked in ambush, and Yu stuck out a foot. His toes hooked under one of the ladder rungs before the recoil of his pulser could push him away from it, and his leg muscles dragged him in close against the wall. He got an elbow through the opening, holding himself motionless, and his pulser whined again as someone tried to come around a bend in the passage. A shrill scream told him he'd scored, and he held his position, breathing hard, as Evans and DeGeorge crawled up beside him.

'See if you can get their weapons, Evans. Commander DeGeorge and I will cover you.'

'Aye, Sir.'

The petty officer looked both ways along the cross corridor, then eased himself over the lip of the opening and started dragging Masadan autorifles towards him. The rest of their small party came panting up to take the rifles as he passed them down, and DeGeorge sent a stream of darts up the passage as another Masadan tried to interfere.

One of the bodies had a grenade pouch, and Evans smiled wickedly as he sent a grenade bouncing around the bend. Screams and shouts announced its arrival, and then a thunderous explosion wiped them away.

'Good man!' Yu said, and Evans grinned at him as he slid back into the shaft with his pouch.

'Two more of our people just turned up, Sir,' someone said, and Yu nodded. Aside from the service passages from Marine Country, this was the only way into the boat bay; any of his people from up-ship who managed to elude capture were going to have to get past this opening.

'Sam, you and Evans pick three more men and hold this position,' he said. 'I've got to get on to the boat bay and see what our situation there is.'

'Yes, Sir,' DeGeorge said.

'Who's got a com?' Two of the men in the shaft waved their arms. 'You, Granger, give yours to the Purser.' The rating handed it over, and DeGeorge strapped it onto his left wrist.

'We're not going to retake her unless Bryan's managed to get more men into the boat bay than I think he has, Sam. If I can, I'll send some Marines back to help out. If I can't, hold on here until I call you forward, then come ahead as fast as you can. Clear?'

'Clear, Sir.'

'Good.' Yu squeezed the purser's shoulder, then launched himself on down the shaft.

* * *

'Sir! Major Bryan! The Captain's here!'

Bryan looked up in profound relief as Captain Yu crawled out of the lift doors. The Captain loped down the hall, followed by a small group of navy types, two of whom carried a half-conscious Commander Valentine.

Bryan snapped to attention and started to report, but Yu's raised hand stopped him. The Captain's dark eyes flitted over the assembled men, and his mouth tightened.

'This is it?' he asked in a low voice, and Bryan nodded. Yu looked as if he wanted to spit, but then he straightened and crossed to a control panel. He punched a security code into it and grunted in satisfaction.

Bryan followed him across and looked over his shoulder. The data on the small screen meant nothing to him, and he wouldn't have known how to access it, anyway, but it seemed to please the Captain.

'Well, that's one thing that worked,' he muttered.

'Sir?' Bryan asked, and Yu gave him a grim smile.

'Commander Manning took out their bridge computers. Until they figure out how, they can't maneuver—and the entire tactical system is locked.'

Bryan's eyes glowed, and Yu nodded.

'Have you pre-flighted the pinnaces?'

'Yes, Sir.'

'Good.' Yu chewed his lower lip for a moment, and then his shoulders slumped. 'Good,' he repeated more softly, 'but I'm afraid we're going to have to leave an awful lot of people behind, Major.'

'Yes, Sir,' Bryan said grimly, then cleared his throat. 'Sir, what do you think these bastards figure they can do with her?'

'I'm afraid to guess, Major,' Yu sighed. 'Whatever it is, we can't stop them. All we can do at this point is try to get our people out of it.'

* * *

'What do you mean, you can't get into the boat bay?!' Sword Simonds shouted, and the army brigadier just stopped himself from licking his lips.

'We've tried, Sir, but they got too many men in there—Colonel Nesbit estimates at least three or four hundred.'

'Bullshit! That's bullshit! There aren't six hundred of them aboard, and we've accounted for almost two thirds of them! You tell Nesbit to get his ass in there! That idiot Hart blew Manning away,