torpedo-shaped device into the air between the three men. 'This is the Temblor Bomb,' he said quietly. 'It was developed by Doctor Philip Severin, one of the top research men in the Confederation. It's been undergoing tests for some time now . . . nearly a decade, in fact.'
The view changed to schematics. It brought back unpleasant thoughts of Tolwyn's Behemoth lecture, and Blair shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Eisen's face was a study in bland neutrality as he regarded the holographic image
'The bomb operates on the principle of seismic resonance,' Taggart continued. 'Detonated in the right place, at the proper juncture of tectonic fault lines, it will set up a series of quakes which will increase in intensity until Kilrah is quite literally shaken apart.' Paladin spread his hands. 'Unfortunately, the weapon doesna lend itself to pretty demonstrations on backwater worlds. There's only a handful of planets we know of where the Temblor Bomb could do its work, and Kilrah is at the top of the list. The High Command wanted something they could escalate up to gradually, so they threw their weight behind Admiral Tolwyn and the Behemoth.'
Blair frowned. 'I've said all along that I'm against —'
'Laddie,' Taggart said sternly. 'I'd like nothing better than to find a solution that didn't involve civilian casualties, but the simple fact is we do not have one at hand.' He paused. 'Right now we have to stop the Empire cold. Not just a defeat, but a final defeat. The Imperial hierarchy is so centralized, so built around the idea of Kilrah as the core of their entire culture, that the destruction of the planet will bring the rest of the Empire to a halt. Even if there are a few warlords who want to fight, the other Kilrathi worlds will come apart as clans and factions and splinter groups start fighting for a new equilibrium. And that's our only hope of bringing the war to a quick end.'
Eisen looked at him. 'The brass must have thought a negotiated settlement was possible,' he commented. 'They wanted Tolwyn to demonstrate Behemoth and make the Kilrathi come to the peace table.'
'Aye, that was the hope,' Paladin admitted slowly. 'Though you must know that the admiral had no plans tae stop with Loki. He knew, just as I do, that Thrakhath and his Emperor willna stop fighting as long as they see a hope of winning. And a balance of power, their bioweapons against our Behemoth, would have meant the advantage of numbers and strategic position was still with the Empire.'
'It sounds to me like there was never any choice at all,' Blair said quietly.
'Laddie, there wasn't.' Paladin looked grim. 'Fact is, even if Auld Geoff had decided tae hold off, I was ready to launch a Temblor Bomb attack on Kilrah on my ain authority.'
'What?' Eisen looked shocked. 'You'd have been court-martialed six ways from Sunday!'
'Aye, true enough,' Paladin said. 'But my career doesna mean much set against the end of this damned war. Our hope was that the cats would hear about Behemoth's attack on Loki and assemble the bulk of their reserve fleet tae intercept it. I persuaded Captain Chalfonte tae take Eagle into Imperial territory tae launch the Temblor Bomb strike on Kilrah while the cats were chasing Behemoth. But they were a step ahead of us, it seems. Thrakhath had a strike force ready at Loki, and never touched the reserves. Eagle ran into trouble before we got anywhere near Kilrah. We had tae break off and retreat with heavy damage.'
'So it's over, then,' Blair said bitterly.
'Not yet, it isn't,' Taggart said. 'That's why I'm here. Now that Behemoth has failed, Sector HQ has authorized the Temblor strike. This time, when we go in, we'll be supported by a fleet. If we can penetrate the defenses that turned Eagle back, and get a few fighters through, we can still drop the bomb and destroy the planet.'
'That doesn't sound like a long shot,' Blair said. 'It sounds like no shot at all. A fleet couldn't penetrate all the way to Kilrah, and anything less than a fleet would be carved up before you could say here, kitty, kitty!
'Dinna be sae sure, laddie,' Paladin said with a wolfish grin. 'Covert Ops didna gae into this thing blind. Fact is, a squadron of fighters can do what a fleet cannot hope to . . . thanks to Jeannette Devereaux.'
'Angel? Where does she come into all this?' Blair was still frowning.
'Her last mission was to Kilrah, laddie, aboard a captured Kilrathi freighter we rigged up with a nice little cargo of goodies.' Despite his almost bantering tone, his eyes were dead serious. 'You see, we kenned just fine that we couldna bull our way through to Kilrah. So instead we've arranged for a . . . more stealthy approach.' He manipulated his keyboard, and a new schematic appeared. Blair recognized it. He had seen Rachel pouring over these same plans once.
'An Excalibur?' he said, raising his eyebrows.
'Aye. Eagle carries a squadron of them, the first operational squadron. They have a limited jump capability, and a cloaking device — which means they can penetrate the Kilrah System in secret, carry out the mission, and hopefully get clear again when it's over.' Taggart raised his hand to ward off the protests that sprang to Blair lips. 'Hear me out, laddie. You'll be wanting to say yon fighter doesna have the range tae make a jump and proceed all the way in to Kilrah. That's true enough. But Angels mission was to survey a jump point that we didna previously know about, and tae make some stops along the way in to Kilrah.' A map appeared over the table, showing the Kilrah System. 'Here . . . here . . . and again, here. Asteroids . . . the last of them Kilrah's outer moon, which barely merits the label. And on each one, a hidden supply cache hollowed out by Angel and her crew. Big enough to take in a squadron of ships, but well camouflaged. Each equipped with fuel, missile reloads, the works. And this one —' He indicated Kilrah's tiny second moon. 'In this cache, a pair of Temblor Bombs, all set and ready to load.'
'You mean they're already out there?' Blair demanded. 'But Angel's people were caught. Interrogated. The Kilrathi could have found them all by now. . . .'
Taggart shook his head. 'Nae, laddie. These were Covert Ops people, dinna forget. Conditioned not tae remember anything of the mission, once they were caught. Not even Thrakhath's torturers could hae pried anything out of them.'
'So the caches are still there,' Blair said slowly. 'Just . . . waiting.'
'Aye. Waiting,' Paladin said. 'Angel did her job well. Those bombs are aye big, laddie, so big ye couldna carry any other missiles once you mounted one. Planting them here was the best solution. You go into the system fully armed, so you can deal with any patrols you run into along the way. But when you make the bomb run, it'll be from close range. There's less chance of disaster this way. Even if you lose ships going in, the ones that are left can still pick up the bombs and carry out the mission.'
'If they're hidden, how do we locate them?' Blair asked. 'Transponders?'
Paladin nodded. 'Aye. They'll respond on a very high band, and only when you fire a query at them. Believe me, laddie, we've done everything we can tae make this work.'
'You're sure Colonel Devereaux got all the way and set up all three depots?' Eisen asked.
'She did,' Paladin said quietly. 'She managed tae send out a coded signal, before the cats took her ship. A scout ship posted in the Oort Cloud monitored it and brought word tae us.' He paused. 'It was frae them we learned of the capture. . . and the execution, as well. Then the cats put it out on their propaganda broadcasts. . . .'
'And you really think this plan can work?' Blair said quietly, changing the subject. He didn t want to think about Angel's death, not now. 'Aye, laddie, it will work. Because it has to.'
'Because it has to.' The image on the screen was too small to pick up details, but the voices had been clear enough. It had been a good idea, placing cameras where they might pick up important meetings.
The spy shut off the monitor as the briefing dispersed. It seemed that the threat to Kilrah was not over yet, even with the destruction of Behemoth. Thrakhath's instructions didn't cover this eventuality, and there would be no ships lurking nearby to pick up another broadcast.
If the spy was to alert the Prince of this new danger it would require careful preparation indeed. But it had to be done. . . .
For the glory of Kilrah!
