to reach Earth.
Without the Broadcast Network, the galaxy was no longer a Republic, it was a loose collection of inhabited planets. Throughout the six arms, there were only a very few instances in which any two inhabited planets were within traveling distance of each other.
And then there was the question of communications. The discs worked as a transom, broadcasting and directing radio waves so that Earth could communicate across its empire. Now, even using laser messaging, it would take messages minutes just to reach Mars. As Tom Halverson later described it, human communications had been knocked back to the days of the Pony Express.
In Scutum-Crux, Sagittarius, and all the outer arms, Earth had suddenly gone silent. Most people would know that Hinode ships had attacked Earth. That was all they would know. Suddenly every planet was alone in the universe. No fleet could hope to go beyond the territory it was currently patrolling. Struggling planets could never hope to receive support or supplies.
Only the allies—the Confederate Arms, the Mogats, and the Japanese—could traverse the galaxy now that the Broadcast Network was destroyed. With the exception of small scientific craft designed for exploration, the U.A.’s entire self-broadcast fleet was aboard the
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
If the Confederate Arms or the Morgan Atkins Believers suspected that the Japanese planned to flee, they did not care. The Japanese said they required four battleships for their victory celebration, and the Mogats and Confederates agreed. Why not? After their losses against the
Yamashiro’s men searched their four-ship squadron for bombs and traps and found them clean. Their broadcast generators already powering up, the new four-ship Hinode Fleet flew away from the Confederate/Mogat ships. Officers on the other ships should have figured out that the Japanese planned to leave. Had they been paying attention, they would have seen that the broadcast generators were powered up.
Once we broadcasted away from the other ships, we were safe. The Milky Way was so spread out that no one would ever find us without knowing where to look. Forget the analogy about looking for a needle in a haystack. The odds of accidentally running into an enemy fleet in the Milky Way were more along the lines of accidentally finding a particular grain of sand in the Sahara desert.
The mood throughout the ship became more relaxed once all four ships materialized. Most of the crew attended a mass briefing to which I was not invited. I stayed in a ready room not far from the bridge realizing that for all intents and purposes, I was still a prisoner.
I sat at one end of a large conference table, my eyes fastened at an indistinct spot on the wall. For the last few years of my life, I had suffered from disconnect. I felt alienated. I was not a normal clone, nor was I a natural-born, and I felt I owed no allegiance to anyone synthetic or natural. Now, knowing that the Republic I had been created to defend was gone, I felt sick and hollow. The Unified Authority had been so vast and so undeniable that it never occurred to me that it could actually end. What happens when the universe comes to an end? Who knows? Who cares? We’d all be dead.
But the universe of my creation had come to an end, and I survived. I sat alone in the conference room contemplating the end of Earth-brewed beer and orphanages filled with military clones. Would the Navy’s various outer fleets find food, or would they starve? The tens of thousands of men on the Golan Dry Docks would surely die unless somebody saved them, but the only ships that could reach them were Confederate State ships.
The briefing took hours, but I did not notice. I wondered what strange debt Yoshi Yamashiro thought he owed Bryce Klyber, and why he thought he could pay it off by saving me. I wondered how deep that debt extended. Was it paid off by sparing my life? Would payment include integrating me into the Hinode Navy?
The door to the conference room opened, but I did not look up. I might as well have been back on my cot in the brig. In came Yamashiro and four officers. Yamashiro sat across the table from me. His four officers positioned themselves, two on either side of him. They did not sit at the table but formed a V around him, like samurai guarding their shogun. For the next few minutes, I sat in silence.
“The second war has already begun,” Yamashiro said in a whisper that nonetheless shattered the silence. “A battle has broken out between the Mogats and the Confederate Arms. The Mogats have seized control of most of the fleet.”
“How can you know that?” I asked.
“We took a lesson from you and placed transmitters on every ship,” Yamashiro said.
“You bugged your own ships? But that would mean we were still nearby?”
“We are five million miles from the fleet. You might say we traveled a safe distance to listen.”
“Can’t they detect you?” I asked.
“How would they do that?”
“Radar,” I said. “Radar stations pick up the anomaly when you broadcast in.”
“And transmit the information over the Broadcast Network,” Yamashiro said. “Only the Broadcast Network is no more.”
“And your transmitters have a direct link,” I said.
“Even if the Morgan Atkins Believers detected us, we would be able to broadcast away before they could reach us. But, as you might guess …”
“The Mogats and Confederates have bigger fish to fry.”
“I would say they are distracted at the moment,” Yamashiro said.
“So where does that leave me?” I asked. “Am I now a citizen of Shin Nippon?”
“I am sorry to inform you, Colonel Harris, that my officers and I have discussed this and we do not feel it would be advisable to bring a man of your destructive capacity to our planet.”
“You mean a Liberator?” I asked.
“I mean a killer,” Yamashiro said. “Some of my men watched you kill your jailor. Liberator or natural-born, you are a dangerous man.”
“I’m not the only killer. You and your men are wearing uniforms,” I pointed out.
“We are engineers. We modernized the ships and helped fly them,” Yamashiro said. “The Mogats and the Confederates did all of the fighting. We never wanted to enter a war.”
“So this was just a reprieve,” I said, thinking Yamashiro meant to execute me.
“I do not understand,” Yamashiro said. “We will take you wherever you wish to go as long as it does not endanger our ship.”
“You’re joking,” I said.
Yamashiro looked confused.
“Why are you helping me?” I asked.
“We owe a debt to …”
“Bryce Klyber. Yes, you mentioned that before. But you also showed a Mogat assassin how to kill Klyber by rigging his transport.”
“We had no choice,” Yoshi Yamashiro said. “Admiral Halverson said that we could not have won the war if Klyber commanded the
“I don’t understand how that can be. I served under both Klyber and Admiral Thurston. I saw them square off in a battle simulation. Thurston ran circles around Klyber.
“Why was it so important that Thurston take command? From what I saw, you had something more powerful than the
Yamashiro looked back at the officers sitting on either side of him as if looking for permission or perhaps support. Some of them seemed not to be paying attention. The ones who acknowledged his glance nodded.
“Now that the battle has ended, I suppose there is no reason for this to remain a secret. I understand Admiral Halverson loaned you a portable display unit. Is that correct?”
