Stealing Light Part 38

He woke feeling weak and dizzy, and the increasing gees from their rapid acceleration away from the Hyperion Hyperion and from Theona didn't help any. The and from Theona didn't help any. The Piri Reis Piri Reis was was now roosting at maximum speed towards the inner system, putting as much distance between them and the Freehold as possible. He'd have actually preferred they headed for Newfall, but it was situated on the far side of Nova Arctis, and therefore out of range of the now roosting at maximum speed towards the inner system, putting as much distance between them and the Freehold as possible. He'd have actually preferred they headed for Newfall, but it was situated on the far side of Nova Arctis, and therefore out of range of the Piri's Piri's fusion propulsion systems. fusion propulsion systems.

When Dakota had explained how she'd deliberately fried her implants, a long silence followed that particular declaration.

'So now you're going to tell me where we're going?' he prompted. 'Since, as far as I can tell, there's nowhere else to go.'

As he stirred, Corso found himself securely strapped into one of the acceleration couches. Dakota's attention had been focused on a display of the invading fleet manoeuvring into orbit around Theona.

The Hyperion Hyperion appeared to be inactive, yet somehow he couldn't help but believe the Senator was still alive. They'd know soon enough, once the fleet came within proper range of the frigate. Meanwhile, the appeared to be inactive, yet somehow he couldn't help but believe the Senator was still alive. They'd know soon enough, once the fleet came within proper range of the frigate. Meanwhile, the Agartha, Agartha, for reasons unknown, was only just beginning to move out from its...o...b..t on the far side of Theona. for reasons unknown, was only just beginning to move out from its...o...b..t on the far side of Theona.

'I'll explain in a minute,' she replied. 'But first I want to tell you something-and then you can tell me if it sounds crazy or not.'

Corso was too exhausted to argue and waved at her to go on.

'Let's say there was some kind of war a long way off, using some kind of starkiller weapon,' Dakota continued. 'Then the survivors escaped here, but the Shoal wiped them out, thereby establis.h.i.+ng a technological hegemony.' She looked around at him. 'Why would the Shoal do do that?' that?'

'Self-preservation?' Corso shrugged. 'Maybe the Magi were aggressors.'

She shook her head. 'Too simple. Everything changes now that we know the transluminal drive is also a weapon. It's the one great question of the age: why do only the Shoal possess the secret of faster-than-light travel?'

'Because they stole it from the Magi,' he replied, as if stating the stunningly obvious.

'But if the Magi figured out how to do it, why not the Shoal? Why did they have to steal it from someone else?'

'What's your point?'

'My point,' Dakota answered, 'is if one one race can develop a transluminal drive, then why not a dozen races? Or a thousand, for that matter? By all rights, based on what we now know about the drive, half the Milky Way should be barren and lifeless. The skies should be filled with battlefields thousands of light years across and littered with dead worlds.' race can develop a transluminal drive, then why not a dozen races? Or a thousand, for that matter? By all rights, based on what we now know about the drive, half the Milky Way should be barren and lifeless. The skies should be filled with battlefields thousands of light years across and littered with dead worlds.'

Corso smiled wryly. 'Maybe it is, and we just don't know it yet. You're also a.s.suming other species would be as aggressive and expansionist as we humans are.'

She laughed, the sound dry and pitiless. 'And you reckon they aren't?'

Corso peered at her. 'What happened to you that time I put you in the interface chair? I could tell you were holding something back.' I put you in the interface chair? I could tell you were holding something back.'

'All right,' she relented. 'I saw a lot. It was like I was actually on some world within the Magellanic Clouds. I know the link only lasted a couple of seconds but, believe me, it felt like longer. Much Much longer.' longer.'

'What do you mean?'

'I've hardly had time to really think clearly about it.' Corso smiled at that. 'It felt like waking from a dream where you feel like you've spent ten years of your life in a place that doesn't exist any more. It felt like knowing everything about it, instantly. That's what it felt like.'

'But were you able to hang on to any of it, once your Ghost was wiped?'

'Only what I could remember with my natural natural memory. Even with my Ghost fully operative, most of it didn't make sense-at least, not at first.' She shook her head. 'You know, I don't think even the Magi developed the transluminal drive themselves. I think they found it somewhere.' memory. Even with my Ghost fully operative, most of it didn't make sense-at least, not at first.' She shook her head. 'You know, I don't think even the Magi developed the transluminal drive themselves. I think they found it somewhere.'

Corso didn't look as surprised as she might have expected.

'There were hints of something like that in the derelict's historical records,' he confirmed. 'It didn't make much sense at first, but-'

'But it does now?'

'Worryingly so, yes.'

She nodded. 'All right, here's another idea for you. What if the Magi, when they discovered their first transluminal drive, had actually walked into a trap?'

Corso looked at her disbelievingly, but she hurried on.

'Look, say you want to get rid of potential compet.i.tor species, for whatever reason. Maybe to prevent them from becoming powerful enough to end up effectively ruling a galaxy the the way the Shoal now do. So what you do is leave something very like that derelict hidden away somewhere it might eventually get discovered by a species possessing the ability to get into s.p.a.ce, but only at a sublight crawl.' way the Shoal now do. So what you do is leave something very like that derelict hidden away somewhere it might eventually get discovered by a species possessing the ability to get into s.p.a.ce, but only at a sublight crawl.'

'This is the most paranoid thing I've ever heard in my life,' Corso guffawed. 'What could possibly make you think-?'

'One thing I learned while I was in that chair is that the Shoal may own the transluminal drive, but even they don't really understand how it works. The derelict on Theona isn't one of those traps I suggested, but I think the Magi themselves found something very like it a long time ago-and that was was a trap.' a trap.'

'You know, even when we were on board the derelict, I had no idea of the drive's destructive capacity. It sounds to me like maybe you already had some idea of what it could do.'

'No, Lucas, I didn't. But once the Senator forced you to admit what the drive could do, all those fragmented bits and pieces of knowledge from the derelict started to make sense. Think about it: a cache of technology left hidden on some uninhabited world, like bait for a rat.'

'And you know all this from only a few seconds in that chair?'

'Why not?' Dakota demanded. 'You can't deny it makes a lot of sense, once you put the evidence together.'

'So why haven't the Shoal managed to wipe themselves out, in all this time?'

'Because they've been careful. Very careful. Maybe only a select few of them ever know the truth. Whatever created the cache the Magi discovered intended that the drive would eventually wipe out any aggressive, war-making species that later stumbled across it.'

'So the Magi got wiped out.'

'Yes, but some of them survived and escaped here. Now the Shoal roam the galaxy, looking for the same kind of caches wherever they might still be hidden. Not necessarily because they're greedy, and not just to retain their power, but maybe because, if they don't, someone else might find the technology and initiate a war like nothing we could ever begin to imagine. The kind of war that usually doesn't leave any survivors to pa.s.s on a warning.'

'You're starting to sound almost like you're on the side of the Shoal.'

'No, I'm saying that once you begin to take into account the things we now know, the overall picture gets a lot more complicated.'

'I don't know.' Corso shook his head. 'It's a lot to accept.'

Dakota twisted her head around to eye him triumphantly. 'All right, here's the killer proof. Clause Six, in the Shoal's colonial contracts.'

Corso gazed at her quizzically. 'How do you mean?'

'We don't really know why the Shoal insists on that clause, because it doesn't seem to make any sense. They gave the Uchidans a world of their own, and a couple of decades later they took it away from them again. But why?'

'Go on.'

'Because the Shoal found another cache there: the same kind of thing the Magi once stumbled on. It's the one explanation that helps everything else make sense.'

Corso looked thunderstruck. 'But a solar system is a big place, Dakota. Why-?'

'Even the Shoal can't search through every solar system in the galaxy. Easier to wait until one becomes inhabited, and then then scour it thoroughly for evidence of a cache. Even if they don't find one at first, they know they're going to be frequent visitors there aboard their cores.h.i.+ps, since no one can get to that world except through them. And this gives them plenty of time, in the long run, to survey every last boulder and grain of sand within a system. So when they found one in the Uchidan home system, they didn't want any witnesses, and they weren't taking any chances whatsoever.' scour it thoroughly for evidence of a cache. Even if they don't find one at first, they know they're going to be frequent visitors there aboard their cores.h.i.+ps, since no one can get to that world except through them. And this gives them plenty of time, in the long run, to survey every last boulder and grain of sand within a system. So when they found one in the Uchidan home system, they didn't want any witnesses, and they weren't taking any chances whatsoever.'

Corso shook his head and looked away. 'Maybe you've got something there.'

'No, Lucas, I'm more sure of this than I've ever been of anything.'

'So,' he asked carefully, 'what are you proposing we do now?'

She studied him carefully as she spoke. 'I don't know. I really don't know. At first I just didn't want Arbenz to get his hands on that Theona derelict, and now I realize you don't either. But there's even bigger reasons now to make sure he doesn't win this.'

'That's a given, but it's not what I meant,' Corso replied. 'Say, for argument's sake, you got your hands on that derelict. Do you destroy it like the Shoal presumably want, or do we take possession of it and make humanity into a true star-faring species?'

'I'm still not sure,' Dakota admitted. 'But right now our priority is staying alive. Your Senator has that fleet to deal with, and I don't know who's going to win the fight, but once it's over, the survivors are going to come after us.'

'Now you're going to tell me just why it is we're headed into the inner system.'

'Do you remember when I came to you in the medical bay, and I said the derelict had fired out some kind of signal at the same time it attacked you?'

'Yes,' he said guardedly. 'But I never had the chance to find out what that was all about.'

'It looks like our derelict isn't alone: it might have been part of a fleet. Well, that transmission was fired directly toward Nova Arctis' innermost world, Ikaria.'

Corso took a moment to absorb this information. 'But you don't actually know know anything's there,' he said finally. anything's there,' he said finally.

'It's a chance.'

'A chance at what?' Corso protested. 'There's nowhere nowhere for us to go. You saved my life. I'm grateful for that.' for us to go. You saved my life. I'm grateful for that.'

'We'll never get control of the derelict that's on Theona,' Dakota replied, 'but I've got reason to think we might do better with whatever other derelicts are on Ikaria. Maybe, if we're very lucky, we can can survive this one.' survive this one.'

Corso stared at her, speechless.

She grinned. 'But, if you'd rather turn back and surrender . . .'

Corso shook his head. 'No, Let's just maintain this course. At least we'll gain ourselves some breathing s.p.a.ce before the fusion piles give out.'

Twenty-seven.

Bourdain's fleet fell into the Nova Arctis system like a swarm of avenging silver angels, the hull of his centre s.h.i.+p bristling with plasma weapons focused on the silent shape of the Hyperion, Hyperion, still locked into its tight orbit around Theona. still locked into its tight orbit around Theona.

They had crossed the system at the highest speed possible, and were currently locked into a high-gee deceleration, their engines pointed in-system as they braked hard to avoid overshooting the gas-giant Dymas altogether. Warriors in dull-grey liquid body armour were couched in racked acceleration couches inside the two accompanying craft.

The three s.h.i.+ps began to turn as they came out of deceleration, each slowly spinning around until they dropped towards Theona nose-first, their automated weapons systems swivelling to maintain their line of fire on the Hyperion Hyperion itself and the base on the moon's surface, far below. itself and the base on the moon's surface, far below.

Arbenz frowned, glancing across the bridge to where Kieran still maintained his post at a console. Gardner sat a little way off, in a couch at one end of the bridge area, watching them both with a contemplative look. Contemplating how to get rid of us, more than likely, Contemplating how to get rid of us, more than likely, the Senator mused. the Senator mused.

Kieran looked up. 'Sir, I'm concerned about what that woman Merrick said, about the Shoal placing software spies inside the Hyperion's Hyperion's stacks-' stacks-'

'We can worry about that later,' Arbenz responded dismissively. 'Right now, we have this fleet to contend with. In the meantime, I'd love to know who was responsible for leaking information about the derelict's existence to Bourdain.'

'Senator?'

Arbenz glanced over at Gardner, who was peering down at a comms console with apparent fascination.

'What is it, Mr Gardner?' he snapped, his voice full of irritation.

'It's the derelict, Senator. You might want to take a look at this.'

Arbenz turned to Kieran, who then brought up what Gardner was seeing to the main screens.

There were severe tremors evident on Theona, bad enough to rupture the ice, and all centred on the derelict. The officer in charge of the surface base had already ordered an evacuation.

Doubt a.s.sailed Gregor Arbenz for the first time in a very, very long while. Things were starting to move far faster than he would have antic.i.p.ated.

The staff and troopers stationed inside the Theona base had barely a few seconds to register what at first appeared to be a major 'quake. Then they registered nothing at all, when the base, along with several cubic kilometres of ice and rock, was vaporized in an instant, leaving the churning ocean below exposed to the stars and the cold of s.p.a.ce for the first time in half a billion years.

A hole had appeared in the pristine white surface of Theona, a vast chasm with foam churning at its bottom, as water boiled on contact with the near vacuum of the moon's atmosphere.

From the centre of it all arose a shape like a nightmarish expressionist sculpture of a squid, carried upwards by incandescent bursts of energy. Water cascaded from its hull, freezing instantly and shearing off in great sheets, as the derelict fought its way through the clouds of debris and superheated steam that rose in a great mushroom above Theona's fractured horizon.

'Senator,' Gardner's tone became harsh and clipped, 'I am asking you again to order the Agartha Agartha to fire on the derelict.' to fire on the derelict.'

Arbenz sighed and forced himself to turn away from what he was seeing on the overhead screens. So far, Bourdain's fleet hadn't fired on them, and Kieran had regained nominal control of the propulsion systems as well as the weapon banks, but hadn't activated either. They were going to run silent for as long as possible. The Hyperion Hyperion still looked like it was mostly inoperative: dead in the water, as they used to say. still looked like it was mostly inoperative: dead in the water, as they used to say.

So far it looked like their strategy was working, while the approaching fleet appeared to be heading for a rendezvous. Arbenz couldn't help but wonder what they would make of the alien craft that had just wiped out an entire Freehold base.

Meanwhile, the Agartha Agartha was due to reappear, any minute now, from its hiding place on the far side of Theona. was due to reappear, any minute now, from its hiding place on the far side of Theona.

'Mr Gardner, you have no power aboard a sovereign Freehold military vessel. Your role here is purely advisory-and I'd counsel you to remember that.'

Gardner came round to stand directly in front of the Senator, thrusting his face forward. 'If you don't shoot that thing out of the sky before it jumps out of this system, our entire arrangement is over. All support for this expedition will be withdrawn, and you can pay your own d.a.m.n bills.'

The Senator stared at Gardner, and then burst out laughing. 'Why in the name of Christ do you think we would destroy the one thing we came here for?'