“I will return to Goa and brief my officers,” Jasmine said, standing up. I did the same.
No one saluted, but I didn’t make a fuss about it. She had moved in my direction, and I really did need her help.
The second she left, Sandra leaned close and hissed a lot of words at me: “You should have let me kill her when I had the chance back on Andros. No one would have doubted she was a traitor.”
“But she wasn’t the traitor, Sandra,” I said calmly. “Lieutenant Colonel Barrera was the one behind the assassination attempts.”
“Not a traitor? Look how she’s sucked up to Crow. She’s playing you both. You are blinded by her soft voice and pretty face. She’s probably been playing footsie with Crow as well. How can men be such fools?”
I thought about what Sandra was saying. Could it be true? After Barrera had turned on me, I now took such allegations more seriously. My officers were only human, after all. They had ambitions and plans of their own. Still, I’d been through a lot with Jasmine Sarin and I felt I knew her enough to trust her. She could be misled, but she wasn’t a devious schemer like Crow. I reminded myself that Sandra had an agenda of her own when it came to Jasmine.
“I think she’d misguided, but not a traitor.”
“She’s gone Fleet!”
“Last I checked, that wasn’t against the Star Force handbook.”
“There is no handbook.”
“I’m working on that.”
Sandra crossed her arms and pouted. She’d failed to get me to declare Jasmine a threat, so she was far from happy.
“You need to get your jealousy under control, Sandra,” I told her. “Try to think professionally. We’re all in this together. The machines are the real enemy.”
Sandra softened and nodded. “You’re right about that. But don’t think everyone is in complete agreement with you. Things are going strangely back home, Kyle. That is another reason I insisted on coming out here.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Crow is gathering power. He’s like some kind of spider. He’s got all the factories under his control now.”
I wasn’t surprised by that, and I couldn’t really object. When I’d left Andros island, our fortifications had been devastated.
“Has he rebuilt the island defenses?”
“He did that first, but he only repaired one of the central forts. The other two are still in ruins.”
I frowned. “What’s he been doing with all his output?”
“What do you think? He’s been building ships. Not just this light cruiser, either. He’s got two more ships just like it. And two wings of new destroyers.”
I nodded. Crow had always believed the fleet was more important than our ground forces. He’d finally gotten his way by gaining full control over our Nano factory output.
“None of that sounds sinister to me,” I told Sandra. “I might have done the same.”
“That’s not the creepy part. There are visitors, coming to Fort Pierre all the time now. General Kerr and others. People from Europe and Asia. Military people and spooks. They come to talk to Crow, to have private conferences with him.”
I thought about that for a second. I didn’t like the sound of it. “All right, I should have suspected that would happen. We’ve been gone for months, and I knew he’d been working with outside militaries. Maybe he just wants to get design input from the most talented people he can find. After all, we were almost wiped out the last time the Macros came to Earth. More cooperation-”
“Don’t you get it, Kyle?” she demanded. “He’s not just building up, he’s setting up some kind of coup.”
I snorted and almost laughed. “A coup? Against whom? I’m not a king, you know. I’m a Colonel who runs the marines.”
“You were the sole commander who fought the Macros to a standstill last time they came. It won’t be the same when you return.”
“What do you want me to do about that?” I asked. “Are you in Jasmine’s camp? Do you want me to go back now and straighten Crow out?”
She heaved a sigh and looked uncertain. “I don’t think so,” she said. “You aren’t strong enough now.”
“Strong enough for what?”
She looked at me intently. “When you go back to Earth, Kyle, you should have a massive fleet behind you. Enough ships to take Earth, if necessary.”
I did laugh this time. “I don’t want to do that! I’ve never even considered such a thing.”
“Then you should bring the Macros home on your tail, like you did last time. Then they will need you. They will let you fight for them, and save them again.”
I shook my head, bemused. I looked into her face, and as far as I could tell, she was serious. “I thought heroes were given a party.”
“Not always. Sometimes they are feared, or blamed for not doing their jobs perfectly.”
I thought about what she was saying. It was true that history was full of heroes who’d been turned into villains by whoever wrote the books later on. Everyone feared the man who marched home with a conquering army. Many had wanted George Washington to be declared King of the United States after the revolution. Others had tried to assassinate him. It was all a matter of perspective.
I reached out and clasped my hand over Sandra’s. She flinched, but then relaxed and smiled at me. I smiled back. Inside, I was full of doubts. But it felt good to have my girlfriend smiling at my touch again. It had been a long time-too long.
“Colonel?” a voice squawked from the ceiling. I knew it wasn’t a speaker that made the sound, but rather the nanite walls that vibrated to recreate the voice.
“Yes, Captain Miklos?”
“Could you come out of the conference room now? We have a situation.”
Heaving a sigh, I stood up. “I’ll be right there.”
I headed toward the wall that led onto the command deck. I never made it. Sandra grabbed me from behind and kissed my neck.
“Let’s do it,” she whispered in my ear. “Right here on this table.”
“Uh,” I said, tempted. “It has to wait for a bit. Can you hold that mood for an hour?”
“Maybe,” she said, still hissing in my ear. I could feel her hot breath on my skin. “But I make no promises.”
We had to leave it at that. I exited the room and Sandra followed. I could tell from her attitude, she was back in bodyguard-mode. She eyed everyone with quiet suspicion.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, but no one bothered to answer me. They just gestured toward the big screen.
The image displayed on the pool-table sized command screen was of the inner planets. Eden-1 to Eden-11 circled the yellow star. At the very outer edge of the map, the gas giant Eden-12 swung around. I looked at the gas giant first. The swarm of Nano ships still hung there in orbit, depicted with a cautionary yellow. The system did that when it wasn’t sure if a contact was friend or foe.
My eyes drifted toward the inner worlds. My own cluster of destroyers sat in a ring around the Centaur habitat satellite. We were displaying most of our gunships. We had built twenty-one now and new ones were produced several times a day.
Last, my eyes moved sunward toward the Macro-controlled worlds. They weren’t all lined up, of course. Some drifted far away, circling around the far side of the star. Three of them were in our general vicinity, Eden-9 being the closest of the pack.
As I watched, new arcs flickered into life on the screen. The Macro ships were on the move. Vessels left orbit from each of the most distant systems. They were moving to Eden-9, to the world orbiting closest to Eden- 11, the single planet under our control.
“The Macros are on the move?”
“Yes sir.”
