instinct only extended as far as the clan. Though all might espouse the concept that they were Kilrathi it was only in the face of a prey outside of themselves. War and Sivar were essential for the survival of the race, to keep it from killing itself off and nothing more. It was something he did not discuss, for to even question the divinity of Sivar as nothing more than a social tool would be his ruin.
All the wars had so well served that purpose, the humans, the Hari, the Gorth, Sorn, Ka, and Utara. Thank Sivar for the Utara who in their foolishness had come to Kilrah in peace, gave them space travel as a friendly gesture, and died as a result. If it had not been so, we would have destroyed ourselves when the secret of atomics came into our hands, the Baron thought, even as he surveyed the other clan leaders in the room. Aggressive races rarely survived the move into technology and made it to the point where space offered them an outlet.
He looked around the table. Qar'ka was a fool, Vak not much better; they would not see such things. All they knew was that there was no war for the moment and the pressure within their own hrai was building, petty quarreling, long forgotten feuds building to the flashing of claw daggers. And yet, when Vak had turned to Qar'ka and offered him Jukaga as an opponent that they could unite against, Qar'ka was ready to agree.
'The feuding in the palace must stop,' Jukaga said coldly. his mane still flushed outward.
'And I say you are not the Emperor to so order me,' Vak snapped in reply.
Jukaga smiled.
'Is he really our Emperor?'
There was a moment of stunned silence.
'Are you mad?' Qar'ka asked
'He and that fool grandson have led us into one too many disasters,' Jukaga replied coldly.
'How many of us have lost our sons, the best of our hrai, to the Terrans? How many of us have listened to our first chosen ones and concubines crying at night, their faces buried in their pillows to muffle the sobs, crying for those lost in this war?'
The other hrai leaders lowered their heads and even Vak, who only moments before wanted to knife him, nodded in agreement.
'Vak, you lost your first born of your first litter at Vukar Tag, I know, I saw his gallantry, his heroic death when he tried to ram the enemy carrier. He died kabaka, his soul winging to Sivar for his courage.'
Vak looked up at Jukaga, his eyes cold with anger at the wasted death of his eldest son. Jukaga almost felt guilty for so easily manipulating him thus.
'He would be alive today, sitting by your side, sharing your feasting cup but for the Emperor. It was the Emperor that ordered the splitting of the fleet and Thrakhath agreed. If all our carriers were there for that fight we would have smashed the Confederation and pressed the war to victory. I was blamed and you now know the lie of that. I languished in exile, expecting at any moment that the Emperor's poisoner would come.'
He looked around the room and stood up.
'We must stay united, we must control our hrai and stop this petty feuding which threatens to turn the palace into a slaughter pit. Don't you think the Emperor is quietly encouraging us thus to fight against each other, to thus keep us from standing united against him?'
He could see more than one nod of agreement to his statement and smiled
'Then start the war now!' Qar'ka snarled. 'End this ridiculous farce. We have lulled the humans to sleep, now let us rip their throats out and be done with it.'
Qar'ka hesitated for a moment as if not willing to speak.
'We must finish it before the Mantu return,' he said quietly, 'and take us in the back while we still fight the Confederation.'
The others looked over nervously at Qar'ka and then back to Jukaga
Jukaga nodded and said nothing. Just after the defeat at Vukar, a report had come in from a deep space remote probe, far beyond the edge of Hari space, a probe so far removed that it had taken a year even to bring it in. There was an indication that the Mantu, who had once before invaded Kilrathi space, had completed their war against an unknown neighbor and might very well return. Seventy years past there had been a brief encounter with them, and though the fight had been a draw, it was suspected that the Mantu might in fact be far superior in their weapons technology. They had disappeared, drawing back to fight other foes, but it was always suspected that there would come a day when the Mantu might turn their full attention on the Empire, a concern that deeply troubled Jukaga as he watched their resources being spilled against the humans.
Jukaga turned away and pointed at a long list of figures displayed by a holo projector.
'This war against the Confederation has lasted over thirty years, the borders barely shifting after our first gains. War is not just fighting, it is economics, and resources, and production and morale and perhaps most importantly the learning of the way our enemy thinks. I know some of you might scoff at such concerns but that last factor has been my chief concern and responsibility.'
'You and the nobles of your hrai have remained safe at home, playing with numbers and reading while we spill our blood,' Vak laughed coldly.
'Without the weapons my hrai designed and the intelligence my spies and remote devices have gained, you would have been frozen meat floating in space,' Jukaga replied.
'He speaks the truth,' Talmak of the Sutaghi interjected before Vak could reply. 'Now let him finish. If Thrakhath had listened to Jukaga's concerns before Vukar the battle would have turned out far differently.'
'The war had become a balanced match without end in sight until now,' Jukaga continued. 'We almost had the edge until Vukar and their raid to our base on our moon. If it had not been for Thrakhath and the Emperor, as I already said, we might very well have taken Earth.
'Earth, that has always been the key, and Thrakhath forgot that. A human warrior once wrote that in war one must find the focal point that will cause the collapse of his enemy and then throw all resources against it
'This time I want no mistakes. Give this armistice just a little more time until the enemy is asleep and our secret fleet is completed. Let the fools get used to peace. Let them believe in this friendship. Let our secret fleet continue to be built even as we make a show of decommissioning our current ships. Then we will strike and crush them.'
'But the Sivar,' Vak replied. 'Where is the Sivar to be this year? Our people demand that.'
'You have the prisoners that we have kept hidden, do it to them,' Jukaga replied coldly.
'Prisoners, there is no honor in that. I still say that in eight eight of days, when Sivar comes, then we should launch our strike and turn the rivers of Earth red with the blood of the slaughter.'
'And I tell you that it must be yet five eighty of days. Look at the charts, can't you see the truth in them?' and he pointed to the wall.'
'War is not simple numbers, it is blood,' Vak snorted.
'Four more carriers at Vukar is a simple number, Vak and that number is the difference between your first born still floating in space, his body unclaimed, versus his living and breathing this day.'
Vak snarled and Jukaga was not sure for a moment if the anger was aimed at him, or at the humiliation over the useless death of a son.
'Listen to me, my takhars,' and he deliberately chose the word which meant brothers of equal rank. He looked around the room and saw that even Vak was at last willing to listen, unable to argue with the cold facts of numbers.
'Let the plan unfold. When the time is ripe, over a dozen carriers will leap forward, slashing through their near defenseless border region. Before they can even hope to mobilize, we will jump straight to Earth, and there I promise you a slaughter like no other. In our plan we already have our agents at work, weakening their will to fight, ready as well to kill their leaders of war when the time is right. When we cut the heart out of the Terran Confederation, then in the years to come we can go at our leisure from planet to planet, saving some for Sivar, others destroying if they are a threat. Thus we will win, and thus we will be ready as well if our old enemy the Mantu should again return.'
He settled back in his chair and waited. Vak looked around the room, saw the nods of agreement and finally lowered his head.
'The feud stops, you have my support,' he said quietly.
Jukaga did not allow himself to show his teeth in a gesture of triumph.
'Then I have the promise of all of you to control your hrai in the palace.'
'It will be difficult, but it will be done,' Qar'ka finally said. 'But what of your other words about the
