Rollins looked at Eisen. The man's face was darkly impassive, but he could see the expression in the captain's eyes. However the Kilrathi had done it, there was one thing certain. Victory was trapped.
CHAPTER XIX
'We haven't been able to determine exactly what's going on, Colonel, but it appears that the Kilrathi have somehow managed to close off the jump point to Caliban.'
'How the hell can they do that? It ain't poss —'
'Clear the channel, Maniac!' Blair snapped. He understood how Marshall felt, but they couldn't afford to waste precious time in useless hysterics. 'Sorry, Captain. Continue the message.'
'We're going to have to try for another jump point instead,' Eisen went on as if there hadn't been an interruption. 'The Delius jump point isn't far . . . if it's still out there. We're downloading the coordinates to you now. Reform your squadron and keep their light stuff off our backs until we get there, And keep your fingers crossed that this door isn't closed, too.'
'Understood, Captain,' Blair said. He paused. 'And if there's a picket at the other jump point, sir? I doubt we can out fox them a second time around . . .'
'Just pray we get lucky, Colonel,' Eisen said grimly. 'Because luck's about the only thing that'll bail us out at this point.'
'Roger that,' Blair responded. 'Okay, Gold Squadron, you heard the man. Form on me and keep a sharp eye on your sensors. By this time they've probably got more than Darket out there, so be ready.'
'If they can close down one jump point, they can close them all,' Maniac said, still sounding ragged. 'How the hell are we supposed to fight them if they can do that?'
'Stay frosty, Maniac,' Blair told him. 'Same for the rest of you. Whatever the cats are doing, we can't let it put us off our stride now. The ship's counting on us.'
He adjusted his course to match the vectors Victory's computers fed to the fighters and adjusted the sensitivity on his scanners. If the Kilrathi really could shut down a jump point at will, the war was as good as over . . . but Blair refused to allow himself to dwell on the bitter thought. For now, all that mattered was survival.
'They are moving again, Lord Prince.' Melek gave a deep, formal bow as he approached the throne on its raised dais. 'The destroyer Irrkham has them at the very edge of his sensor range. Their vector indicates they are probably trying for the Delius jump point. It is the closest to their present location.'
Thrakhath studied Melek without speaking, and the retainer grew uncomfortable under his lingering stare. Finally the Prince spoke. 'The Mask has performed its function, then?' he asked.
'Yes, Lord Prince,' Melek replied. 'The Galiban jump point does not register on any sensors. The Terrans must have believed we simply cut it down, like helpless prey.'
'The apes should have remained in the trees of their homeworld, and never challenged warriors of the stars,' Thrakhath said, showing his fangs. 'They are fools.'
'Yes, Lord Prince,' Melek agreed quietly. Inwardly he wasn't so sure. It was true that the Terrans still lagged behind the Empire in cloaking technology, but they were catching up fast. They would realize, soon enough, that the Kilrathi couldn't actually close down a jump point, but only obscure it with a particularly powerful cloaking field — and even then only where the dust and gas of a nebula made it possible for the cloak to operate effectively over the large distances needed to cover the jump point.
But Thrakhath remained utterly contemptuous of the Terrans. It was an attitude that worried Melek more and more as the climax of the campaign approached. So far events had unfolded much as the Prince planned, excluding the continued interference of the Victory after several attempts to cripple the carrier had failed. No doubt the unexpected Kilrathi ability to make jump points seem to vanish would, as Thrakhath intended, cause the humans to choose a different target system when they deployed their new weapon, regardless of the knowledge concerning their adversaries. But, sooner or later, Thrakhath's disdain for the Terrans might well lead him to underestimate them at a critical moment, and that could have disastrous consequences.
Melek began to wish he had never accepted the post as Thrakhath's chee'dyachee. As senior vassal and retainer to the Crown Prince, he wielded great power and commanded much influence . . . and was perfectly placed to watch the Imperial family in the interests of his own Clan. But it was a precarious perch at best, given the Prince's temper, and sometimes it was difficult to restrain himself from voicing the doubts he could not put aside.
He became aware that the Crown Prince was still eyeing him with an almost predatory look.
'You seem . . . distracted, Melek,' Thrakhath said. 'Is there some problem?'
'No, Lord Prince,' he replied. 'No problem. I was merely . . . awaiting your instructions now that the Terrans have set their new course.
'The plan remains as I outlined it earlier. Now that they have been frightened by our power over the jump points, we will allow them to escape through the Delius point. Order the ships there to drop the Mask and proceed toward the Caliban jump point, as if to reinforce our squadron there after the Terran attack. If they can punish the carrier along the way, they may do so, but remember that the vessel must escape, both to carry word of our new weapon to their leaders and to preserve . . . our other asset. Understood?'
'Yes, Lord Prince.' Melek bowed again and withdrew, thankful the audience was over.
'We've got company, Colonel. Looks like a destroyer, with at least two fighters on escort. Feeding you the coordinates now . . .'
The information scrolled across Blair's monitor before Rollins finished speaking. The Kilrathi ship was ahead and to port of Victory, and from its heading was returning from the Delius jump point. The cats were either reinforcing their first squadron or throwing out a net to intercept the Terrans.
In either case, the destroyer could be trouble. There were two fighters flying close by, Vaktoth by the look of their sensor signatures. They could complicate any attempt to deal with the bigger ship.
Blair wished he still had some of the Longbows available, but Gold Squadron was the only fighter force that had not landed on the flight deck and started securing for jump. It was up to the six Thunderbolts to do what they could to protect the carrier.
'Gold Squadron, this is Leader,' Blair said. 'Tally-ho!' It was the age-old pilot's cry that the enemy was in sight, dating back to the days before spaceflight. 'Follow me in, people!'
He kicked in his afterburners and steered the fighter toward the Kilrathi targets, the rest of the squadron trailing him. Blair checked his weapons status and armed blasters and heat-seeking missiles. He and Cobra had
