“But I am explaining in person,” the voice said.
“I mean face-to-face,” MacIntyre grated.
“Unfortunately, Commander, I do not have a face,” the voice said, and MacIntyre could have sworn he heard wry amusement in it. “You see, in a sense, you are sitting inside me.”
“Inside—?” MacIntyre whispered.
“Precisely, Commander. I am Dahak, the central command computer of the Imperial ship-of-the-line
“Gaaa,” MacIntyre said softly.
“I beg your pardon?” Dahak said calmly. “Shall I continue?”
MacIntyre gripped the arms of his chair and closed his eyes, counting slowly to a hundred.
“Sure,” he said at last, opening his eyes slowly. “Why don’t you do that?”
“Very well. Please observe the visual display, Commander.”
Earth vanished, and another image replaced it. It was a sphere, as bronze-bright as the cylinder that had captured his Beagle, but despite the lack of any reference scale, he knew it was far, far larger.
The image turned and grew, and details became visible, swelling rapidly into vast blisters and domes. There were no visible ports, and he saw no sign of any means of propulsion. The hull was completely featureless but for those smoothly rounded protrusions … until its turning motion brought him face-to-face with a tremendous replica of the dragon that had adorned the hatch. It sprawled over one face of the sphere like a vast ensign, arrogant and proud, and he swallowed. It covered a relatively small area of the hull, but if that sphere was what he thought it was,
“This is
MacIntyre stared at the screen, too entranced to disbelieve. The image of the ship filled it entirely, seeming as if it must fall from the display and crush him, and then it dissolved into a computer-generated schematic of the monster vessel. It was too stupendous for him to register much, and the schematic changed even as he watched, rolling to present him with an exploded polar view of deck after inconceivable deck as the voice continued.
“The
“In addition to small, two-seat fighters that may be employed in either attack or defense, Dahak deploys sublight parasite warships massing up to eighty thousand tons. Shipboard weaponry centers around hyper-capable missile batteries backed up by direct-fire energy weapons. Weapon payloads range from chemical warheads through fusion, anti-matter, and gravitonic warheads. Essentially, Commander, this ship could vaporize your planet.”
“My God!” MacIntyre whispered. He wanted to disbelieve—God,
“Sublight propulsion,” Dahak went on, ignoring the interruption, “relies upon phased gravitonic progression. Your present terminology lacks the referents for an accurate description, but for purposes of visualization, you may consider it a reactionless drive with a maximum attainable velocity of fifty-two-point-four percent that of light. Above that velocity, a vessel of this size would lose phase lock, and be destroyed.
“Unlike previous designs, the
“The Enchanach Drive’s maximum effective velocity is approximately Cee-six factorial. While this is lower than that of the latest hyper drives, Enchanach Drive vessels have several tactical advantages. Most importantly, they may enter, maneuver in, and leave a supralight state at will, whereas hyper drive vessels may enter and leave supralight only at pre-selected coordinates.
“Power generation for the
“Stop.” MacIntyre’s single word halted
“Look,” he said finally, “this is all very interesting, uh, Dahak.” He felt a bit silly speaking to a machine, even one like this. “But aside from convincing me that this is one mean mother of a ship, it doesn’t seem very pertinent. I mean, I’m impressed as hell, but what does anyone need with a ship like this? Thirty-two hundred kilometers in diameter, eighty-thousand-ton parasite warships, two-hundred-thousand-man crews, vaporize planets… Jesus H. Christ! What
“I will explain, if I may resume my briefing,” Dahak said calmly, and MacIntyre snorted, then waved for it to continue. “Thank you, Commander.
“You are correct: technical data may be left to the future. But for you to understand my difficulty—and the reason it is your difficulty, as well—I must summarize some history. Please understand that much of this represents reconstruction and deduction based upon very scant physical evidence.
“Briefly, the Fourth Imperium is a political unit, originating upon the Planet Birhat in the Bia System some seven thousand years prior to
A formless chill tingled down MacIntyre’s spine.
“And just what were the Achuultani?” he asked, trying to keep his strange, shadowy emotions out of his voice.
“Available data are insufficient for conclusive determinations,” Dahak replied. “Fragmentary evidence suggests that the Achuultani are a single species, possibly of extra-galactic origin. Even the name is a transliteration of a transliteration from an unattested myth of the Second Imperium. More data may have been amassed during actual incursions, but most such information was lost in the general destruction attendant upon such incursions or during the reconstruction that followed them. What has been retained pertains more directly to tactics and apparent objectives. On the basis of that data, historians of the Fourth Imperium conclude that the first such incursion occurred on the close order of seventy million Terran years ago.”
“Supporting evidence may be found upon your own planet, Commander,” the computer said calmly. “The sudden disappearance of terrestrial dinosaurs at the end of your Mesozoic Era coincides with the first known Achuultani incursion. Many Terran scientists have suggested that this may have been the consequence of a massive meteor impact. My own observations suggest that they are correct, and the Achuultani have always favored large kinetic weapons.”
“But … but
“The Achuultani objective,”