The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress Part 27

"You'll get used to it. I'm a royalist because I'm a democrat. I shan't let your reluctance thwart the idea any more than you let stealing stop you."

I said, "Hold it, Stu. You say you're a royalist because you're a democrat?"

"Of course. A king is the people's only protection against tyranny.. . especially against the worst of all tyrants, themselves. Prof will be ideal for the job . . . because he does not want the job. His only shortcoming is that he is a bachelor with no heir. We'll fix that. I'm going to name you as his heir. Crown Prince. His Royal Highness Prince Manuel de la Paz, Duke of Luna City, Admiral General of the Armed Forces and Protector of the Weak."

I stared. Then buried face in hands. "Oh, Bog!"

Book Three - "TANSTAAFL!"

23

Monday 12 October 2076 about nineteen hundred I was headed home after a hard day of nonsense in our offices in Raffles. Delegation of grain farmers wanted to see Prof and I had been called back because he was in Hong Kong Luna. Was rude to them. Had been two months of embargo and F.N. had never done us favor of being sufficiently nasty. Mostly they had ignored us, made no reply to our claims-I suppose to do so would have been to recognize us. Stu and Sheenie and Prof had been hard put to slant news from Earthside to keep up a warlike spirit.

At first everybody kept his p-suit handy. They wore them, helmets under arms, going to and from work in corridors. But that slacked off as days went by and did not seem to be any danger-p-suit is nuisance when you don't need it, so bulky. Presently taprooms began to display signs: NO P-SUITS INSIDE. If a Loonie can't stop for half a liter on way home because of p-suit, he'll leave it home or at station or wherever he needs it most.

My word, had neglected matter myself that day-got this call to go back to office and was halfway there before I remembered.

Had Just reached eas.e.m.e.nt lock thirteen when I heard and felt a sound that scares a Loonie more than anything else-a chuff! in distance followed by a draft. Was into lock almost without und.o.g.g.i.ng, then balanced pressures and through, dogged it behind me and ran for our home lock-through it and shouting: "P-suits, everybody! Get boys in from tunnels and close all airtight doors!"

Mum and Milla were only adults in sight. Both looked startled, got busy without a word. I burst into workshop, grabbed p-suit. "Mike! Answer!"

"I'm here, Man," he said calmly.

"Heard explosive pressure drop. What's situation?"

"That's level three, L-City. Rupture at Tube Station West, now partly controlled. Six s.h.i.+ps landed, L-City under attack-"

"What?"

"Let me finish, Man. Six transports landed, L-City under attack by troops, Hong Kong inferred to be, phone lines broken at relay Bee Ell. Johnson City under attack; I have closed the armor doors between J-City and Complex Under. I cannot see Novylen but blip projection indicates it is under attack. Same for Churchill, Tycho Under. One s.h.i.+p in high ellipsoid over me, rising, inferred to be command s.h.i.+p. No other blips."

"Six s.h.i.+ps-where in h.e.l.l were YOU?"

He answered so calmly that I steadied down. "Farside approach, Man; I'm blind back there. They came in on tight Garrison didoes, skimming the peaks; I barely saw the chop-off for Luna City. The s.h.i.+p at J-City is the only one I can see; the other landings I conclusively infer from the ballistics shown by blip tracks. I heard the break-in at Tube West, L-City, and can now hear fighting in Novylen. The rest is conclusive inference, probability above point nine nine. I called you and Professor at once."

Caught breath. "Operation Hard Rock, Prepare to Execute."

"Program ready. Man, not being able to reach you, I used your voice. Play back?"

"Nyet-Yes! Da!"

Heard "myself" tell watch officer at old catapult head to go on red alert for "Hard Rock"-flrst load at launch, all others, on belts, everything cast loose, but do not launch until ordered by me personally-then launch to plan, full automatic. "I" made him repeat back.

"Okay," I told Mike. "Drill gun crews?"

"Your voice again. Manned, and then sent back to ready rooms. That command s.h.i.+p won't reach aposelenion for three hours four point seven minutes. No target for more than five hours."

"He may maneuver. Or launch missiles."

"Slow down, Man. Even a missile I'll see with minutes to spare. It's full bright lunar up there now-how much do you want the men to take? Unnecessarily."

"Uh . . . sorry. Better let me talk to Greg."

"Play back-" Heard "my" voice talking to my co-husband at Mare Undarum; "I" sounded tense but calm. Mike had given him situation, had told him to prepare Operation Little David's Sling, keep it on standby for full automatic. "I" had a.s.sured him that master computer would keep standby computer programmed, and s.h.i.+ft would be made automatically if communication was broken. "I" also told him that he must take command and use own judgment if communication was lost and not restored after four hours-listen to Earthside radio and make up own mind.

Greg had taken it quietly, repeated his orders, then had said, "Mannie, tell family I love them."

Mike had done me proud; he had answered for me with just right embarra.s.sed choke. "I'll do that, Greg-and look, Greg. I love you, too. You know that, don't you?"

"I know it, Mannie . . . and I'm going to say a special prayer for you."

"Thanks, Greg."

"'Bye, Mannie. Go do what you must."

So I went and did what I had to do; Mike had played my role as well or better than I could. Finn, when he could be reached, would be handled by "Adam." So I left, fast, calling out Greg's message of love to Mum. She was p-suited and had roused Grandpaw and suited him in-first time in years. So out I went, helmet closed and laser gun in hand.

And reached lock thirteen and found it blind-dogged from other side with n.o.body in sight through bull's-eye. All correct, per drill-except stilyagi in charge of that lock should have been in sight.

Did no good to pound. Finally went back way I had come-and on through our home, through our vegetable tunnels and on up to our private surface lock leading to our solar battery.

And found a shadow on its bull's-eye when should have been scalding sunlight-d.a.m.ned Terran s.h.i.+p had landed on Davis surface! Its jacks formed a giant tripod over me, was staring up its jets.

Backed clown fast and out of there, blind-d.o.g.g.i.ng both hatches, then blind-dogged every pressure door on way back. Told Mum, then told her to put one of boys on back door with a laser gun-here, take this one.

No boys, no men, no able-bodied women-Mum, Gramp, and our small children were all that were left; rest had gone looking for trouble. Mimi wouldn't take laser gun. "I don't know how to use it, Manuel, and it's too late to learn; you keep it. But they won't get in through Davis Tunnels. I know some tricks you never heard of."

Didn't stop to argue; arguing with Mimi is waste of time-and she might know tricks I didn't know; she had stayed alive in Luna a long time, under worse conditions than I had ever known.

This time lock thirteen was manned; two boys on duty let me through. I demanded news.

"Pressure's all right now," older one told me. "This level, at least. Fighting down toward Causeway. Say, General Davis, can't I go with you? One's enough at this lock."

"Nyet."

"Want to get me an earthworm!"

"This is your post, stay on it. If an earthworm comes this way, he's yours. Don't you be his." Left at a trot.

So as a result of own carelessness, not keeping p-suit with me, all I saw of Battle in Corridors was tail end-h.e.l.l of a "defense minister."

Charged north in Ring corridor, with helmet open; reached access lock for long ramp to Causeway. Lock was open; cursed and stopped to dog it as I went through, warily-saw why it was open; boy who had been guarding it was dead. So moved most cautiously down ramp and out onto Causeway.

Was empty at this end but could see figures and hear noise in-city, where it opens out. Two figures in p-suits and carrying guns detached selves and headed my way. Burned both.

One p-suited man with gun looks like another; I suppose they took me for one of their flankers. And to me they looked no different from Finn's men, at that distance-save that I never thought about it. A new chum doesn't move way a cobher does; he moves feet too high and always scrambling for traction. Not that I stopped to a.n.a.lyze, not even: "Earthworms! Kill!" Saw them, burned them. They were sliding softly along floor before realized what I'd done.

Stopped, intending to grab their guns. But were chained to them and could not figure out how to get loose-key needed, perhaps. Besides, were not lasers but something I had never seen: real guns. Fired small explosive missiles I learned later-just then all I knew was no idea how to use. Had spearing knives on ends, too, sort called "bayonets," which was reason I tried to get them loose. Own gun was good for only ten full-power burns and no spare power pack; those spearing bayonets looked useful-one had blood on it, Loonie blood I a.s.sume.

But gave up in seconds only, used belt knife to make dead sure they stayed dead, and hurried toward fight, thumb on switch.

Was a mob, not a battle. Or maybe a battle is always that way, confusion and noise and n.o.body really knowing what's going on. In widest part of Causeway, opposite Bon Marche where Grand Ramp slopes northward down from level three, were several hundred Loonies, men and women, and children who should have been at home. Less than half were in p-suits and only a few seemed to have weapons-and pouring down ramp were soldiers, all armed.

But first thing I noticed was noise, din that filled my open helmet and beat on ears-a growl. Don't know what else to call it; was compounded of every anger human throat can make, from squeals of small children to bull roars of grown men. Sounded like biggest dog fight in history-and suddenly realized I was adding my share, shouting obscenities and wordless yells.

Girl no bigger than Hazel vaulted up onto rail of ramp, went dancing up it centimeters from shoulders of troopers pouring down. She was armed with what appeared to be a kitchen cleaver; saw her swing it, saw it connect. Couldn't have hurt him much through his p-suit but he went down and more stumbled over him. Then one of them connected with her, spearing a bayonet into her thigh and over backwards she went, falling out of sight.

Couldn't really see what was going on, nor can remember-just flashes, like girl going over backwards. Don't know who she was, don't know if she survived. Couldn't draw a bead from where I was, too many heads in way. But was an open-counter display, front of a toy shop on my left; I bounced up onto it. Put me a meter higher than Causeway pavement with clear view of earthworms pouring down. Braced self against wall, took careful aim, trying for left chest. Some uncountable time later found that my laser was no longer working, so stopped. Guess eight troopers did not go home because of me but hadn't counted-and time really did seem endless. Although everybody moving fast as possible, looked and felt like instruction movie where everything is slowed to frozen motion.

At least once while using up my power pack some earthworm spotted me and shot back; was explosion just over my head and bits of shop's wall hit helmet. Perhaps that happened twice.

Once out of juice I jumped down from toy counter, clubbed laser and joined mob surging against foot of ramp. All this endless time (five minutes?) earthworms had been shooting into crowd; you could hear sharp splat! and sometimes plop! those little missiles made as they exploded inside flesh or louder pounk! if they hit a wall or something solid. Was still trying to reach foot of ramp when I realized they were no longer shooting.

Were down, were dead, every one of them-were no longer coming down ramp.

24

All through Luna invaders were dead, if not that instant, then shortly. Over two thousand troopers dead, more than three times that number of Loonies died in stopping them, plus perhaps as many Loonies wounded, a number never counted. No prisoners taken in any warren, although we got a dozen officers and crew from each s.h.i.+p when we mopped up.

A major reason why Loonies, mostly unarmed,, were able to kill armed and trained soldiers lay in fact that a freshly landed earthworm can't handle himself well. Our gravity, one-sixth what he is used to, makes all his lifelong reflexes his enemy. He shoots high without knowing it, is unsteady on feet, can't run properly---feet slide out from under him. Still worse, those troopers had to fight downwards; they necessarily broke in at upper levels, then had to go down ramps again and again, to try to capture a city.

And earthworms don't know how to go down ramps. Motion isn't running, isn't walking, isn't flying-is more a controlled dance, with feet barely touching and simply guiding balance. A Loonie three-year-old does it without thinking, comes skipping down in a guided fall, toes touching every few meters.

But an earthworm new-chums it, finds self "walking on air"-he struggles, rotates, loses control, winds up at bottom, unhurt but angry.

But these troopers wound up dead; was on ramps we got them. Those I saw had mastered trick somewhat, had come down three ramps alive. Nevertheless only a few snipers at top of ramp landing could fire effectively; those on ramp had all they could do to stay upright, hang on to weapons, try to reach level below.

Loonies did not let them. Men and women (and many children) surged up at them, downed them, killed them with everything from bare hands to their own bayonets. Nor was I only laser gun around; two of Finn's men swarmed up on balcony of Bon Marche and, crouching there, picked off snipers at top of ramp. n.o.body told them to, n.o.body led them, n.o.body gave orders; Finn never had chance to control his half-trained disorderly militia. Fight started, they fought.

And that was biggest reason why we Loonies won: We fought. Most Loonies never laid eyes on a live invader but wherever troopers broke in, Loonies rushed in like white corpuscles-and fought. n.o.body told them. Our feeble organization broke down under surprise. But we Loonies fought berserk and invaders died. No trooper got farther down than level six in any warren. They say that people in Bottom Alley never knew we were invaded until over.

But invaders fought well, too. These troops were not only crack riot troops, best peace enforcers for city work F.N. had; they also had been indoctrinated and drugged. Indoctrination had told them (correctly) that their only hope of going Earthside again was to capture warrens and pacify them. If they did, they were promised relief and no more duty in Luna. But was win or die, for was pointed out that their transports could not take off if they did not win, as they had to be replenished with reaction ma.s.s-impossible without first capturing Luna. (And this was true.) Then they were loaded with energizers, don't-worries, and fear inhibitors that would make mouse spit at cat, and turned loose. They fought professionally and quite fearlessly-died.

In Tycho Under and in Churchill they used gas and casualties were more one-sided; only those Loonies who managed to reach p-suits were effective. Outcome was same, simply took longer. Was knockout gas as Authority had no intention of killing us all; simply wanted to teach us a lesson, get us under control, put us to work.

Reason for F.N.'s long delay and apparent indecision arose from method of sneak attack. Decision had been made shortly after we embargoed grain (so we learned from captured transport officers); time was used in mounting attack-much of it in a long elliptical orbit which went far outside Luna's...o...b..t, crossing ahead of Luna, then looping back and making rendezvous above Farside. Of course Mike never saw them; he's blind back there. He had been skywatching with his ballistic radars-but no radar can look over horizon; longest look Mike got at any s.h.i.+p in orbit was eight minutes. They came skimming peaks in tight, circular orbits, each straight for target with a fast dido landing at end, sitting them down with high gee, precisely at new earth, 12 Oct 76 Gr. 18h-40m-36.9s-if not at that exact tenth of a second, then as close to it as Mike could tell from blip tracks-elegant work, one must admit, on part of F.N. Peace Navy.

Big brute that poured a thousand troops into L-City Mike did not see until it chopped off for grounding-a glimpse. He would have been able to see it a few seconds sooner had he been looking eastward with new radar at Mare Undarum site, but happened he was drilling "his idiot son" at time and they were looking through it westward at Terra. Not that those seconds would have mattered. Surprise was so beautifully planned, so complete, that each landing force was cras.h.i.+ng in at Greenwich 1900 all over Luna, before anybody suspected. No accident that it was just new earth with all warrens in bright semi-lunar; Authority did not really know Lunar conditions-but did know that no Loonie goes up onto surface unnecessarily during bright semi-lunar, and if he must, then does whatever he must do quickly as possible and gets back down inside-and checks his radiation counter.

So they caught us with our p-suits down. And our weapons. But with troopers dead we still had six transports on our surface and a command s.h.i.+p in our sky.

Once Bon Marche engagement was over, I got hold of self and found a phone. No word from Kongville, no word from Prof. J-Clty fight had been won, same for Novylen-transport there had toppled on landing; invading force had been understrength from landing losses and Finn's boys now held disabled transport. Still fighting in Churchill and Tycho Under. Nothing going on in other warrens. Mike had shut down tubes and was reserving interwarren phone links for official calls. An explosive pressure drop in Churchill Upper, uncontrolled. Yes, Finn had checked in and could be reached.

So I talked to Finn, told him where L-City transport was, arranged to meet at eas.e.m.e.nt lock thirteen.

Finn had much same experience as I-caught cold save he did have p-suit. Had not been able to establish control over laser gunners until fight was over and himself had fought solo in ma.s.sacre in Old Dome. Now was beginning to round up his lads and had one officer taking reports from Finn's office in Bon Marche. Had reached Novylen subcommander but was worried about HKL-"Mannie, should I move men there by tube?"

Told him to wait-they couldn't get at us by tube, not while we controlled power, and doubted if that transport could lift. "Let's look at this one."

So we went out through lock thirteen, clear to end of private pressure, on through farm tunnels of a neighbor (who could not believe we had been invaded) and used his surface lock to eyeball transport from a point nearly a kilometer west of it. We were cautious in lifting hatch lid.

Then pushed it up and climbed out; outcropping of rock s.h.i.+elded us. We Red-Indianed around edge and looked, using helmet binox.

Then withdrew behind rock and talked. Finn said, "Think my lads can handle this."

"How?"

"If I tell you, you'll think of reasons why it won't work. So how about letting me run my own show, cobber?"

Have heard of armies where boss is not told to shut up-word is "discipline." But we were amateurs. Finn allowed me to tag along-unarmed.

Took him an hour to put it together, two minutes to execute. He scattered a dozen men around s.h.i.+p, using farmers' surface radio silence throughout-anyhow, some did not have p-suit radios, city boys. Finn took position farthest west; when he was sure others had had time, he sent up a signal rocket.

When flare burst over s.h.i.+p, everybody burned at once, each working on a predesignated antenna. Finn used up his power pack, replaced it and started burning into hull-not door lock, hull. At once his cherry-red spot was joined by another, then three more, all working on same bit of steel-and suddenly molten steel splattered out and you could see air bos.h.!.+ out of s.h.i.+p, a s.h.i.+mmery plume of refraction. They kept working on it, making a nice big hole, until they ran out of power. I could imagine hooraw inside s.h.i.+p, alarms clanging, emergency doors closing, crew trying to seal three impossibly big holes at once, for rest of Finn's squad, scattered around s.h.i.+p, were giving treatment to two other spots in hull. They didn't try to burn anything else. Was a non-atmosphere s.h.i.+p, built in orbit, with pressure hull separate from power plant and tanks; they gave treatment where would do most good.

Finn pressed helmet to mine. "Can't lift now. And can't talk. Doubt they can make hull tight enough to live without p-suits. What say we let her sit a few days and see if they come out? If they don't, then can move a heavy drill up here and give 'em real dose of fun."

Decided Finn knew how to run his show without my sloppy help, so went back inside, called Mike, and asked for capsule go out to ballistic radars. He wanted to know why I didn't stay inside where it was safe.

I said, "Listen, you upstart collection of semi-conductors, you are merely a minister-without-portfolio while I am Minister of Defense. I ought to see what's going on and I have exactly two eyeb.a.l.l.s while you've got eyes spread over half of Crisium. You trying to hog fun?"

He told me not to jump salty and offered to put his displays on a video screen, say in room L of Raffles-did not want me to get hurt. . . and had I heard joke about drillman who hurt his mother's feelings?

I said, "Mike, please let me have a capsule. Can p-suit and meet it outside Station West-which is in bad shape as I'm sure you know."

"Okay," he said, "it's your neck. Thirteen minutes. I'll let you go as far as Gun Station George."

Mighty kind of him. Got there and got on phone again. Finn had called other warrens, located his subordinate commanders or somebody willing to take charge, and had explained how to make trouble for grounded transports-all but Hong Kong; for all we knew Authority's goons held Hong Kong. "Adam," I said, others being in earshot, "do you think we might send a crew out by rolligon and try to repair link Bee Ell?"