After about ten minutes we were completely walled up. I could feel the LSU humming. I switched on my suit lightthe first time since we landed on darksideand the glare made purple blotches dance in front of my eyes.
Mandella, this is Ho. Stay in your suit at least two or three minutes. Were putting hot air in, but its coming back just this side of liquid. I lay and watched the purple fade.
O.K., its still cold, but you can make it. I popped my suit. It wouldnt open all the way, but I didnt have too much trouble getting out. The suit was still cold enough to take some skin off my fingers and butt as I wiggled out.
I had to crawl feet-first down the coffin to get to Singer. It got darker fast, moving away from my light. When I popped his suit a rush of hot stink hit me in the face. In the dim light his skin was dark red and splotchy. His breathing was very shallow and I could see his heart palpitating.
FIRST I UNHOOKED the relief tubesan unpleasant businessthen the bio sensors, and then I had the problem of getting his arms out of their sleeves.
Its pretty easy to do for yourself. You twist this way and turn that way and the arm pops out. Doing it from the outside is a different matter: I had to twist his arm and then reach under and move the suits arm to matchand it takes muscle to move a suit around from the outside.
Once I had one arm out it was pretty easy: I just crawled forward, putting my feet on the suits shoulders, and pulled on his free arm. He slid out of the suit like an oyster slipping out of its shell.
I popped the spare suit and, after a lot of pulling and pushing, managed to get his legs in. Hooked up the bio sensors and the front relief tube. Hed have to do the other one himself, its too complicated. For the nth time I was glad not to have been born female; they have to have two of those damned plumbers friends, instead of just one and a simple hose.
I left his arms out of the sleeves. The suit would be useless for any kind of work, anyhow; waldos have to be tailored to the individual.
His eyelids fluttered. Mandella. Wherethe hell.
I explained, slowly, and he seemed to get most of it. Now Im gonna close you up and go get into my suit. Ill have the crew cut the end off this thing and Ill haul you out. Got it?
He nodded. Strange to see thatwhen you nod or shrug in a suit, it doesnt communicate anything.
I crawled into my suit, hooked up the attachments and chinned the general freak. Doc, I think hes gonna be O.K. Get us out of here now.
Will do. Hos voice. The LSU hum was replaced by a chatter, then a throb; evacuating the box to prevent an explosion.
One corner of the seam grew red, then white, and a bright crimson beam lanced through, not a foot away from my head. I scrunched back as far as I could. The beam slid up the seam and around three corners, back to where it started. The end of the box fell away slowly, trailing filaments of melted plast.
Wait for the stuff to harden, Mandella.
Sanchez, Im not that stupid.
Here you go. Somebody tossed a line to me. That would be smarter than dragging him out by myself. I threaded a long bight under his arms and tied it behind his neck. Then I scrambled out to help them pull, which was sillythey had a dozen people already lined up to haul.
Singer got out all right and was actually sitting up while Doc Jones checked his readout. People were asking me about it and congratulating me when suddenly Ho said Look! and pointed toward the horizon.
It was a black ship, coming in fast. I just had time to think it wasnt fair, they werent supposed to attack until the last few days, and then the ship was right on top of us.
9
We all flopped to the ground instinctively, but the ship didnt attack. It blasted braking rockets and dropped to land on skids. Then it skied around to come to a rest beside the building site.
Everybody had it figured out and was standing around sheepishly when the two suited figures stepped out of the ship.
A familiar voice crackled over the general freak. Every one of you saw us coming in and not one of you responded with laser fire. It wouldnt have done any good but it would have indicated a certain amount of fighting spirit. You have a week or less before the real thing and since the sergeant and I will be here I will insist that you show a little more will to live. Acting Sergeant Potter.
Here, sir.
Get me a detail of twelve men to unload cargo. We brought a hundred small robot drones for target practice so that you might have at least a fighting chance, when a live target comes over.
Move now; we only have thirty minutes before the ship returns to Miami.
I checked, and it was actually more like forty minutes.
HAVING THE CAPTAIN and sergeant there didnt really make much difference; we were still on our own, they were just observing.
Once we got the floor down, it only took one day to complete the bunker. It was a gray oblong, featureless except for the air-lock blister and four windows. On top was a swivel-mounted bevawatt laser. The operatoryou couldnt call him a gunnersat in a chair holding dead-man switches in both hands. The laser wouldnt fire as long as he was holding one of those switches. If he let go, it would automatically aim for any moving aerial object and fire at will. Primary detection and aiming was by means of a kilometer-high antenna mounted beside the bunker.
It was the only arrangement that could really be expected to work, with the horizon so close and human reflexes so slow. You couldnt have the thing fully automatic, because in theory, friendly ships might also approach.
The aiming computer could choose up to twelve targets, appearing simultaneouslyfiring at the largest ones first. And it would get all twelve in the space of half a second.
The installation was partly protected from enemy fire by an efficient ablative layer that covered everything except the human operator. But then they were dead-man switches. One man above guarding eighty inside. The armys good at that kind of arithmetic.
Once the bunker was finished, half of us stayed inside at all timesfeeling very much like targetstaking turns operating the laser, while the other half went on maneuvers.
About four clicks from the base was a large lake of frozen hydrogen; one of our most important maneuvers was to learn how to get around on the treacherous stuff.
It really wasnt too difficult. You couldnt stand up on it, so you had to belly down and slide.
If you had somebody to push you from the edge, getting started was no problem. Otherwise, you had to scrabble with your hands and feet, pushing down as hard as was practical, until you started moving, in a series of little jumps. Once started, you would keep going until you ran out of ice. You could steer a little bit by digging in, hand and foot, on the appropriate side, but you couldnt slow to a stop that way. So it was a good idea not to go too fast, and to be positioned in such a way that your helmet didnt absorb the shock of stopping.
We went through all the things wed done on the Miami side; weapons practice, demolition, attack patterns. We also launched drones at irregular intervals, toward the bunker. Thus, ten or fifteen times a day, the operators got to demonstrate their skill in letting go of the handles as soon as the proximity light went on.
I had four hours of that, like everybody else. I was nervous until the first attack, when I saw how little there was to it. The light went on, I let go, the gun aimed and when the drone peeped over the horizonzzt! Nice touch of color, the molten metal spraying through space. Otherwise not too exciting.
So none of us were worried about the upcoming graduation exercise, thinking it would be just more of the same.
MIAMI BASE ATTACKED on the thirteenth day with two simultaneous missiles streaking over opposite sides of the horizon at some forty kilometers per second. The laser vaporized the first one with no trouble, but the second got within eight clicks of the bunker before it was hit.
We were coming back from maneuvers, about a click away from the bunker. I wouldnt have seen it happen if I hadnt been looking directly at the bunker the moment of the attack.
The second missile sent a shower of molten debris straight toward the bunker. Eleven pieces hit, and, as we later reconstructed it, this is what happened.
The first casualty was Uhuru, pretty Uhuru inside the bunker, who was hit in the back and head and died instantly. With the drop in pressure, the LSU went into high gear. Friedman was standing in front of the main airco outlet and was blown into the opposite wall hard enough to knock him unconscious; he died of decompression before the others could get him to his suit.
Everybody else managed to stagger through the gale and get into their suits, but Garcias suit had been holed and didnt do him any good.
By the time we got there, they had turned off the LSU and were welding up the holes in the wall. One man was trying to scrape up the unrecognizable mess that had been Uhuru. I could hear him sobbing and retching. They had already taken Garcia and Friedman outside for burial. The captain took over the repair detail from Potter. Sergeant Cortez led the sobbing man over to a corner and came back to work on cleaning up Uhurus remains, alone. He didnt order anybody to help and nobody volunteered.
10
As a graduation exercise, we were unceremoniously stuffed into a shipEarths Hope, the same one we rode to Charonand bundled off to Stargate at a little more than 1 G.
The trip seemed endless, about six months subjective time, and boring, but not as hard on the carcass as going to Charon had been. Captain Stott made us review our training orally, day by day, and we did exercises every day until we were worn to a collective frazzle.
Stargate I was like Charons darkside, only more so. The base on Stargate I was smaller than Miami Baseonly a little bigger than the one we constructed on darksideand we were due to lay over a week to help expand the facilities. The crew there was very glad to see us; especially the two females, who looked a little worn around the edges.
We all crowded into the small dining hall, where Submajor Williamson, the man in charge of Stargate I, gave us some disconcerting news:
Everybody get comfortable. Get off the tables, though, theres plenty of floor.
I have some idea of what you just went through, training on Charon. I wont say its all been wasted. But where youre headed, things will be quite different. Warmer.
He paused to let that soak in.
Aleph Aurigae, the first collapsar ever detected, revolves around the normal star Epsilon Aurigae, in a twenty-seven-year orbit. The enemy has a base of operations, not on a regular portal planet of Aleph, but on a planet in orbit around Epsilon. We dont know much about the planet: just that it goes around Epsilon once every seven hundred forty-five days, is about three-fourths the size of Earth, and has an albedo of 0.8, meaning its probably covered with clouds. We cant say precisely how hot it will be, but judging from its distance from Epsilon, its probably rather hotter than Earth. Of course, we dont know whether youll be workingfighting on lightside or darkside, equator or poles. Its highly unlikely that the atmosphere will be breathableat any rate, youll stay inside your suits.
Now you know exactly as much about where youre going as I do. Questions?
Sir, Stein drawled, now we know where were goinanybody know what were goin to do when we get there?
Williamson shrugged. Thats up to your captainand your sergeant, and the captain of Earths Hope, and Hopes logistic computer. We just dont have enough data yet, to project a course of action for you. It may be a long and bloody battle, it may be just a case of walking in to pick up the pieces. Conceivably, the Taurans might want to make a peace offerCortez snortedin which case you would simply be part of our muscle, our bargaining power. He looked at Cortez mildly. No one can say for sure.
THE ORGY THAT night was kind of amusing, but it was like trying to sleep in the middle of a raucous beach party. The only area big enough to sleep all of us was the dining hall; they draped a few bedsheets here and there for privacy, then unleashed Stargates eighteen sex-starved men on our women, compliant and promiscuous by military customand lawbut desiring nothing so much as sleep on solid ground.
The eighteen men acted as if they were compelled to try as many permutations as possible, and their performance was impressivein a strictly quantitative sense, that is.
The next morningand every other morning we were on Stargate Iwe staggered out of bed and into our suits, to go outside and work on the new wing. Eventually, Stargate would be tactical and logistic headquarters for the war, with thousands of permanent personnel, guarded by half-a-dozen heavy cruisers in Hopes class. When we started, it was two shacks and twenty people; when we left, it was four shacks and twenty people. The work was a breeze, compared to darkside, since we had all the light we needed, and got sixteen hours inside for every eight hours work. And no drone attacks for a final exam.
When we shuttled back up to the Hope, nobody was too happy about leavingthough some of the more popular females declared itd be good to get some restStargate was the last easy, safe assignment wed have before taking up arms against the Taurans. And as Williamson had pointed out the first day, there was no way of predicting what that would be like.
Most of us didnt feel too enthusiastic about making a collapsar jump, either. Wed been assured that we wouldnt even feel it happen, just free fall all the way.
I wasnt convinced. As a physics student, Id had the usual courses in general relativity and theories of gravitation. We only had a little direct data at that timeStargate was discovered when I was in grade schoolbut the mathematical model seemed clear enough.
The collapsar Stargate was a perfect sphere about three kilometers in radius. It was suspended forever in a state of gravitational collapse that should have meant its surface was dropping toward its center at nearly the speed of light. Relativity propped it up, at least gave it the illusion of being therethe way all reality becomes illusory and observer-oriented when you study general relativity, or Buddhism.