Dogs Of War Part 17

"So. You are junior good," said Euben. He turned and left the s.h.i.+p, whistling in a very Earthian way, not bothering to look back.

The other eaber remained. I offered him a cup of tea, which he drank greedily. He had something that looked a little like a serpent's tongue which he ran quickly over the control board panels. He sniff-tasted the instruments, the furnis.h.i.+ngs, the modest weapons and communications equipment I had. Then he stepped back.

"You will not survive eaber," he said. He left, not bothering to step over the deboned Earthman.

I picked up the soft, cooling ma.s.s and set it on the TV cradle. I didn't call through channels. I slapped the Transstar Central b.u.t.ton and let them have a look at the creature on the plate.

Hennessy was on the monitor at Transstar Prime, near Mars. He gasped. "That's not good," he said. "Just a minute."

I sank into the chair and made more tea with shaking hands. The screen above me lighted and I was staring at Twelve. Thirteen is as high as you get in Transstar. "You've bought it," he said. "In your arc you have the only mind-contact with the eaber. Elsewhere they've only made patrol war."

"Anybody solved them?" I asked.

"Yes and no," said Twelve Jackson slowly. "They can hit us with a freeze-burn system they've got. Explodes you. We can reach them with most of our conventionals, but they don't die easily. Range and depth of their civilization, unknown."

I told him about their trillion-according to Euben. Then I asked, "What's my condition?"

Jackson hesitated and I saw his hands twiddle over his b.u.t.tons. "Condition orange," he said, taking me off white. Power reached through s.p.a.ce. In seventy-five seconds I could feel the sudden, subtle s.h.i.+ft in the s.h.i.+p's power fields, as they built up.

"Don't get excited," he said. "I've got a dozen oranges on the board."

"What about the colony here?" I asked.

"A colony is a local situation," said Jackson. "Unfortunately, if we squandered our life-power every time a few colonists died, we'd still be confined to the moon. They colonize of their own free will."

I touched the dead Earthman.

"Yeah," he said. "n.o.body knew about that. It'll get your planet plenty of free s.p.a.ce in the TV casts. We'll get a little blubbering from the League for s.p.a.ce Safety."

"It makes me want to blubber a little myself," I said.

Twelve Jackson gave me a long, hard look. "Stay Transstar or get out," he said.

I gave him the rest of my report-interview on the tape and tried to get some sleep. The eaber came over the colony about midnight and bombed it a little, and I groaned awake.

It must have been a half hour later that I heard a scratching on the s.h.i.+p's window. It was Rackrill, peering in at me.

When I joined him in the soft spring night he was excited.

"I've got something to show your high-falutin boys back at Mars," he said. "A real something."

We went in silence to his headquarters through the sweet night gra.s.ses of Everready. It was truly a planet of richness and beauty in a natural sense, and I thought again of the contrast of the poisoned boy and the monstrosities of human pets that the eaber had created under this moon, in their eaber cities, on this fine world.

My mood was shattered the instant we stepped into Rackrill's combination mayor's home and administration center. The Colony Correspondent had arrived.

There are simply too many Earth colonies for the s.p.a.ce news services to cover them all. So they a.s.sign a Colony correspondent to cover the whole arc, and you always find them where the most trouble is.

This one was a woman. She was of the young, peppy breed of females that start out life as a tomboy and remain in trouble all of their lives because they like to take chances. I was doubly disturbed. First, because it meant that wildly distorted stories would soon be muddying things back in solar and alpha; second, because this cute lady reminded me of my own Alicia, who had been a Transstar agent along with me, back a seeming thousand years ago when I was merely a Four. She had the same snapping black eyes, the same statuesque figure, the same light-humored air.

"Well, so Transstar is really here!" she said. "Hey, Chief, how about a Transstar quote?"

"Young lady, I am not Chief," I said drily. "My name is Webster, and I hold the Transstar rank of Seven, and you well know that all Transstar quotes must come from Transstar Prime."

"Those fossilized, dehumanized old men on Mars," she said. "Never mind. I'll find my own stories."

"Not here you won't," said Rackrill, with authority's natural fear of the tapes. "It's past midnight. Go to bed. Tomorrow my tape man will give you a tour."

She stuck out her tongue. "I've had the tour. They're all alike, full of lies and grease, signifying nothing. Only thing I ever learned on an official tour was how to defend myself against the pa.s.ses of the tape men."

But she allowed herself to be pushed out. I guess it was the near-tragic urgency of our manner.

Rackrill led me into an inner room. On the bed rested a woman, but there was a strangeness to her. She was ancient in her skin, yet something about her bones told you she was hardly thirty. Her flesh was blue-splotched, the eyes animal-bright. Rackrill gestured at her; she whimpered and squirmed in her bed.

I laid a hand on his arm. "The eaber can hypnotize and make a hand gesture that tears you apart inside," I said. "Don't hold up your hands in front of her."

"We got her story," said Rackrill, low-voiced. "She's been a prisoner of the eaber for over a year. From Colony Two, I guess. The eaber used her for-breeding."

He led me to a smaller cot, where a blanket covered a figure. For a fleeting second I didn't want him to pull back the blanket. He pulled it back.

The creature on the bed was dead, shot with a Colony bullet. You could tell that it was a boy about three feet long. There was Earthman in him and eaber. The head and arms were Earthian, the rest eaber. It was shocking to see the hard-muscled, dwarf body under that placid, almost handsome head.

"Barely five months," whispered the hag on the bed. "Forced insemination. Always the hands twisting-always the pain."

"A friendly scientific experiment," said Rackrill. "They want drones for the slag jobs in their cities. Jobs eaber won't do. They've produced a hundred or so of those idiots from captive women colonists. Force-fed and raised-this one is barely five months old, yet look at his size!"

I said nothing, busy with taking my tape, holding on to my objectivity through a force of will and my conditioning.

Rackrill opened the dead mouth. It was an exaggerated eaber tongue, black and reptile shaped. "No speech, therefore no intellect. Nor does it have mind speech like true eaber. It begs for food and does crude tasks to get it. I showed it to the men. One of them shot it. n.o.body blamed him. Tomorrow we're going out and take these rats, and rescue those poor women that are still over there. Does your highness condescend to ask for a little Transstar help?"

"Transstar won't like this life-form meddling," I said. "This is the second time."

Rackrill slumped into a chair, looking at the woman who whispered some private incantation against the evils she had come to know.

"I've got two thousand colonists, five hundred s.h.i.+ps," he said. "With or without your help, we're going out tomorrow and take them."

"They've got a few more s.h.i.+ps, Rackrill."

He appeared not to hear. He sat there staring at the woman while I gathered up the eaber drone's body to take back to my s.h.i.+p.

"For G.o.d's sake, get Transstar," he said, as I left, and it was a prayer.

Shortly before noon next day, Rackrill was back at my s.h.i.+p. He pointed to the sky over the colony, where his small fighting s.h.i.+ps were rising. "What did your bosses say?" he asked.

"They said," I replied, "that Transstar has to look after the safety of the whole human race, and cannot match colonists man for man. There are safe places in alpha and solar to live-men are not obligated to seek danger. However, they are disturbed about the drone. I am to give an official protest and warning to Euben the eaber, which I have done."

"Is that all!" all!"

I closed my eyes. "They also demoted me one rank, from a Seven to a Six, for having left my s.h.i.+p unattended in the middle of last night. During the time we examined the drone, a b.u.mptious Colony correspondent sneaked in to my s.h.i.+p and taped an eaber monstrosity I had on the TV plate. She flung her sensationalism to the planets and nations of alpha and solar. To put it mildly, this has rocked the galaxy, which is fine with our Colony Correspondent. She gets paid according to the number of TV stations that play her tape."

"The universe should know!" cried Rackrill.

"The universe has always known," I said. "Every history book tells of worse things in almost every Middles.e.x village and town. Transstar is not in show business or in policy making. It observes and objectively attends to the broad general welfare of the Earthian universe."

Rackrill's voice was hoa.r.s.e. "I have one empty s.h.i.+p," he said bitterly. "I lack a pilot. Will Transstar at least do me the favor of helping to fill that?"

"It will," I said, reaching for my combat slacks.

This was a wild, foolish mission, and I knew it. But I wanted to get as close as I could to eaber-land, which I had only observed at a distance. And I wanted to do something about the affronts to my system.

Sometimes it's good to fire a killing ray, even if it doesn't mean much.

We pa.s.sed over three middle-sized eaber cities, the queerest cities I'd ever seen.

"Practically all landing fields," said a feminine voice in my ear. I looked to my left. The Colony Correspondent was riding a patrol s.h.i.+p on my right. I thanked her for achieving my embarra.s.sment.

"Oh, that's all right, Doc," she said. "You're officialdom. Natural enemy. You'll get in your licks."

"I'd rather take mine in kicks. And I know where I'd like to plant my foot," I said.

I got a brash laugh. Foolish girl! Women do not have to be aggressive. There's the kind that makes a fetish of rus.h.i.+ng in where brave men hesitate. On their maimed and dead persons the news tapes fatten and flourish.

Rackrill's group thought they were fighting the battle of the eon. They were trying to land at the most advanced city, where the captive Earthwomen were thought to be. The action was good. I was gloriously bashed around and managed to shoot down my eaber s.h.i.+p. It wasn't a difficult action for a Transstar-trained man. I was more interested in observing that the eaber had out an equal patrol of five hundred to oppose us. But, with all the noise and banging that a thousand-s.h.i.+p fight makes, I could observe that there were easily ten or fifteen thousand more eaber military s.h.i.+ps on the ground we ranged over.

So the cities were not colonies. They were military bases for a large operation.

More interesting than the s.h.i.+ps at hand were the extremely large areas being cleared and laid out for additional s.h.i.+p concentrations. I estimated that they could eventually base over a hundred thousand s.h.i.+ps.

That would interest Transstar immensely.

Rackrill broke off the action when he had a mere hundred s.h.i.+ps left. We limped back to the colony without being able to land in eaber territory. In fact, I doubted if the eaber chiefs regarded this as more than a quiet afternoon's patrol action. With their layout I couldn't blame them.

We almost missed the colony and had to sweep back once more. Yes, there was my Transstar s.h.i.+p, glowing orangely on the ground. But what a changed ground! It was brown and bare, a desert as far as the horizon.

During Rackrill's attack a secret eaber counterattack had swept the colony's transport s.h.i.+ps, its buildings, and Rackrill's fifteen hundred colonists into oblivion.

In times of shock men do drastic-or foolish-things. Rackrill's group of survivors began to bring down the cooking equipment and bedding from their s.h.i.+ps, preparing a camp for the night on the blighted cemetery of their colony, dazed and tearful.

"Ada, Ada," Rackrill moaned softly, his thick fingers picking at a gleaming aluminum pot. "Ada gone, Johnny gone-"

I noticed that Martha Stoner, the tape girl, had at last lost some of her high gloss. She stared at the scene, stunned. I could almost calibrate the change in her, from a high-spirited girl to a shocked and understanding woman.

I couldn't hold back comment. "Now you see the frontier," I said to her. "Now you've got a real tape that all the stations can use." She shook her head dumbly. "Go home, Rackrill," I advised the benumbed leader. "Take your men and go home."

He turned on me with teeth bared and lip trembling. "You-and that Transstar fraud. You let this happen! Tell your piddling b.u.t.ton-pushers we will never go home!"

The words rang bravely on the scorched ground, while an eaber patrol, high up, gently wafted over us on an observation mission.

I shook my head. "At least go off in the forest where you have some protection-and some wood for your fires!"

I turned to go. A clod of soil struck my back, then a small stone.

"Go, Transstar filth, go!" They were all picking up the chant now.

"I'll file a tape all right!" cried Martha. "I can still get through to the world. The people will act, even if Transstar won't."

I didn't want to run.

I swear, this was my worst moment, because I had seen this distress many times. I understood their monumental shock. But if I did not run I could be seriously disabled by their attack. At any moment one might pull a gun. My job was to remain in good health so I could observe.

So I ran toward my s.h.i.+p.

They followed in a ragged company, shouting, cursing, and at last pulling guns. I barely escaped into the orange-hued safety of the Transstar s.h.i.+p before the rays flew. The colonists danced and pranced around the s.h.i.+p, shooting at it and beating on it, like nothing so much as forest natives attacking an interloper. I understood and discreetly closed the portholes.

"Order them home," I begged Twelve Jackson. "They are doomed here."

"We don't have the power," said Jackson. "We can only help them home if they want to go."

I rang up Euben on the eaber channel which I used for official communications-so far, mostly for protests. Euben made his innocent, bird-twitter laugh. "Thank you for your protest about the colony extinction," he said. "This keeps my clerks busy. Your colony may leave at any time. In fact, I recommend this. We will need all the s.p.a.ce on this planet very soon."

Three days pa.s.sed.

I found the remnant of Rackrill's tattered colony in a sort of forest stockade. They were stiff with me, embarra.s.sed about the stoning incident. They were ghost men, and a few women, going through the motions of building crude houses and planting their food.

Martha was an exception.

"They will stay," she said proudly, her eyes glowing. "They will be b.u.t.tressed by the great crusade our s.p.a.ce tapes have started. First the story of the miserable pet-human, then the eaber drone thing, then the ma.s.s attack on the unguarded colony. Back home men are leaving their jobs, pouring their savings into fighting s.h.i.+ps. Inst.i.tutions are subscribing money. Governments are ama.s.sing new fighters. We've got the backing of all the thinking men in solar and alpha!"

"It is too late in civilization for an emotion-powered, unorganized ma.s.s movement to succeed," I said. "Only Transstar is properly equipped for s.p.a.ce war."

"Even Transstar men are quitting to join us!" she cried.

"Possibly a few at the lower levels. Not the agents."

"No-not the dehumanized agents! Nor the feeble old men of Transstar Prime who stole their power from the government of men, who drool over b.u.t.tons they never dare pus.h.!.+"

"The eaber do this to provoke us," I said, "to show our power at their command, at their site of battle, at a time they control. That's why Transstar Prime won't be sucked into the trap."

"They want to fight us. The time is now!" she said.

"The time is not yet," I said.

I went back to my lonely s.h.i.+p, haunted by the faces of Rackrill and his men as they glowed on my report tapes. I hunted the news broadcasts of solar and alpha and watched the revulsion and convulsion of men back home-the enormous waste of the emotional jag. I saw s.h.i.+ps starting from Earth to reach us, ill-prepared even to reach the Moon, hurling across s.p.a.ce vastnesses to become derelicts. I saw men throwing their pocket money at pa.s.sing paraders of the antieaber crusade, normal s.h.i.+pping woefully hampered by the ridiculous items being sent to Rackrill's defenders. Government leaders, sensing the temper of the voters, threw their weight at Transstar Prime, calling for action. They got nowhere. Transstar resists temporary popular politics just as it does local situations.

"You certainly can't call this a local situation!" I told Twelve Jackson.

He sighed. "No, not any more. But the principle is missing. Everybody's mad, but the eaber haven't yet posed a major threat to the human race."

"They've got a couple hundred thousand fighting s.h.i.+ps at our perimeter," I said.