period,' Councilor Duneen added. 'Though the suggestion clearly has merit.'
'If we're all off to Asuncion,' Captain Luzanne said, 'then what's to keep the Feds from shipping an army to Venus on intrasystem hulls? They don't need a fleet if our fighting ships are buggering themselves off in Near Space.'
'They wouldn't dare do that!' a Betaport man shouted.
The friend beside him said, 'I don't know why they wouldn't! We did it at Winnipeg, didn't we?'
The chaotic conversation of the next moments was a discussion, not a series of arguments. Bruckshaw let it go on for more than a minute before he raised his hand and said, 'Gentlemen. Gentlemen!' Eyes focused on him.
In the hush, Salomon went on, 'The Fed strategy will be to englobe Venus and threaten to bomb through the clouds unless we let them land and plant garrisons in our towns. They don't have good maps of Venus and it's not easy to hit anything through the winds of our upper atmosphere, but they'll do real damage. We've got to stop them, break up their formation, before they reach the Solar System.'
'Why, if they sit in Venus orbit, we'll eat them like pieces of popcorn!' Groener said. Even Captain Casson scowled and shook his head at his acolyte.
A single bomb could rupture the covering of any community on Venus, letting in the planet's searing, corrosive atmosphere. No responsible Venerian leader could contemplate a battle fought in Venus orbit, when even a victory could cost higher civilian casualties than the ninety-five percent of the population that had died during the Collapse.
Alexi Mostert strode verbally across the gloom with which the gathering reacted to the truth belying Groener's bravado. 'While Pleyal will have more ships than we do,' he said in a loud voice, 'the best of them won't be able to maneuver with the least of ours. The new ships that our yards are turning out for the governor will dance circles around anything wearing a mapleleaf!'
'The
'Fads are well enough for those that like them,' Casson said, showing nearly the truculence of Quigley at the start of the conference. 'All I see nowadays are cylindrical ships that're twice as big as anybody in
'It's gunnery that'll pay them out,' said Blassingame, a young fire-eater from a community near Cybebe so small that it had only a single dock. Ships were stored in the town center in the rare event of a second vessel docking while the first was still on the ground. 'Maneuvering just lets us keep off and blast them from where they can't board us.'
'That's so,' Mostert agreed. 'I think we can all agree about that: our hope, the hope of Venus, is to stand back and let our guns do the job for us.'
'The Federation vessels will be carrying soldiers,' said a courtier Stephen didn't recognize, a member of Duneen's entourage. 'Over ten thousand troops have been gathered on Nuevo Asuncion, and our expectation is that most or all of them will embark with the fleet.'
The speaker was a man in his sixties, wizened and wearing a beaded cap over what was clearly a bald scalp. It was the first time a member of a councilor's staff had entered the discussion.
'The primary purpose of the troops is to provide initial garrisons for Venus if we open our cities due to the threat of bombing,' Councilor Duneen added. 'But they'll certainly be prepared to fight in a boarding battle between ships as well.'
'There's no need to board,' Mostert said. 'Not for any of our vessels, certainly not for the new-design ships, which can concentrate their fire as-'
He paused a half-beat to glance, not glare, at Captain Casson.
'— geometry prevents old-style spheres like the
'We've smashed Fed ships to gas and fragments plenty of times,' Captain Salomon said. 'Because they can't maneuver with us, we'll run past them like they were on the ground. Our big guns will chew them away like files eating down an aluminum bar!'
The assembly growled murderous agreement.
Stephen Gregg's expression looked like a slight smile: approving, to an onlooker eager for approval; neutral, to a neutral observer. Jeremy Moore pursed his lips in Stephen's direction, then raised an eyebrow. Stephen shrugged.
The size of the Federation fleet frightened them all, though few in this room would admit it. No one knew exactly how many ships President Pleyal would be able to gather, but everyone was aware that the resources of the Federation were many times greater than those of Venus. Venus was better able to concentrate what ships and men she had, but when the fleets met, the disparity in numbers as well as in the size of individual ships was certain to be great.
The men here wanted desperately to believe that gunnery was the answer to the Federation threat. Maybe they were right, but Stephen as a matter of policy distrusted 'certainties' when the folk proclaiming them thought nothing else stood between them and the abyss. The vision of a Federation fleet melting like salt under a hose as plasma bolts washed their ships was attractive, but that didn't make it true.
The next dozen speakers trampled over the same ground. Stephen waited, his face intent but only the surface level of his mind listening. Venerian ships had better fire control, better guns, more
Each statement was true in itself. Stephen had seen the truth repeatedly demonstrated in blood and flame from Winnipeg to the Reaches. But there was a greater question: 'Is this enough to destroy the fleet that will otherwise destroy Venus?' Every one of the captains speaking begged the truth of that question, but for Stephen Gregg it had yet to be proved.
Eventually Piet cleared his throat. Councilor Duneen caught Bruckshaw's eye and nodded.
Commander Bruckshaw said, 'Gentlemen? As you know, my final plans will be drawn up in close consultation with Factor Ricimer. I think it might be useful at this juncture for all of us to hear what his current thinking on the matter may be. Sir?'
Piet nodded twice and crossed his hands behind his back. 'Commander, gentlemen,' he said. 'I don't believe Governor Halys will permit any significant portion of her fleet to leave the Solar System at the present juncture-'
He glanced in the direction of Councilor Duneen. Duneen smiled dryly and nodded agreement. What had been true before the Winnipeg raid was even more certain now that full-scale war was inevitable.
'Therefore we'll have to rely on picket vessels to inform us when the Feds leave Asuncion,' Piet resumed. 'I hope and expect, with God's blessing, that we'll still be able to meet the Feds many days' transit from Venus.'
'Nuevo Asuncion
Bruckshaw looked at the Ishtar City captain with a gaze Stephen wouldn't have wanted turned on himself. Piet merely smiled agreement and said, 'Yes, for us; and probably no more than ten days for an ordinarily well-found Federation ship with a Federation crew. But we're not to forget that the Feds will be traveling as a fleet, a very large fleet. Further, they'll know that their only chance of safety against us will be to hold a tight formation at all times. They'll have to make very short transit series.'
Casson shrugged with a black expression. Most of the other captains nodded or murmured assent. Everybody knew that not only did a company of vessels travel at the rate of the one least able to navigate accurately, the difficulties increased almost as the logarithm of the number of ships involved.
Practical interstellar travel required that a vessel transfer from the sidereal universe to a series of other bubble universes. Each cell of the hyperuniversal sponge-space matrix had its own different constants of time and distance. The ship retained momentum from the sidereal universe and from thrust expended within each cell that it transited, but the effect of motion within a cell could exceed by thousands of times that of motion within the sidereal universe.
Distances within the sidereal universe were of no practical significance, because even the stars nearest to