Max Glebow
Brigadier General. Counter strike

Prologue

“I’d never thought they’d be our distant relatives, it wouldn’t even occur to me,” Inga smiled, “but if you look at these lizards carefully, the analogy with our reptiles is obvious. There is a bunch of collages on the web where our new allies are almost hugged by the Komodo dragons. That’s really impressive.”

“Well, we’re not that dissimilar to them actually,” I also smiled, “We and the lizards share ancestors, and the oldest part of our brain came from reptiles in a not-too-much-modified form, so we have a chance to come to an agreement with them. The thing I love most about this story is that we have little to share with them. Warm oxygen planets are pleasant for them, of course, but they’d be perfectly comfortable living on Mars before it was terraformed.”

“Yes, their ability to adapt to external conditions commands respect, and we could use it, too…”

“It’s all about the way their civilization has developed. They’re so much older than us, but if we were going through technological progress in the first place, and we began to really understand genetics and biotechnology only much, much later, with the help of sophisticated scientific equipment, powerful computers and robotic laboratories, they were going through a biological process in the first place. The lizards began to work with inorganic nature only after they had hit the limits of living matter, but again through the prism of their biological approach. From here, they don’t like high-temperature technology because organic matter can’t stand heat. That’s why they don’t melt the armor, they grow it, and it is not clear at all what principles their engines operate on. It’s kind of gravitational, but by the way, they’re way behind us on this one. But they can make almost anything out of living organic matter.”

“To be honest, I don’t understand how they managed to hold out against the quargs for so many years.”

“It’s hard to tell, we don’t know much about them yet. As I understand it, the lizards had absolutely no intention of fighting anyone, just as we hadn’t it before we met the quargs. But unlike us, reptiles have never even fought each other. At least we knew what was happening when the quargs began to destroy our ships, and for the lizards, it was a real shock, they had never experienced such aggression and had no idea how to react to it. However, they were quick to figure out what to do, and the flexibility of their technology allowed them to respond well. Maybe that’s the answer to your question.”

We lay on the pool terrace, enjoying the gentle reddish rays of Barnard’s Star, and chatting lazily about recent events. The government of the planet Lantan, more commonly known as Barnard-3, has not forgotten its honorary citizens. As it turned out, the status given to us after the battle of the planet entailed a number of rights, such as a lifetime use of a cottage with a well-maintained garden, a swimming pool and all associated infrastructure in one of the most beautiful places of the planet – the foothills of the Central Ridge that cuts the largest continent practically in the middle.

I was granted ten days of rest by direct order of the Minister of Defence, which was binding and non-negotiable. On the third day of my walks with Inga on the mountain paths surrounded by cedars, I realized that Bronstein was absolutely right, forcing me to take my mind off the infinite whirl of activity in the capital and relax a little bit. I was slowly thawing, inhaling the scent of heated pine needles, bathing in a pool filled with water from a mountain stream, and enjoying the company of Inga, who did not dress in the usual service khakis, but wore light summer dresses or T-shirts and shorts, and sometimes nothing at all, if she was in the mood.

It was here, by a small mountain lake, where we came one night, that I decided that perhaps, in the foreseeable future, I would not have a better chance to dot the I’s and cross the T’s in my relationship with Inga.

“What do you think,” asked I, lying beside her by the water and looking at the first stars to light up in the dark sky,“three years is enough time for a man and a woman to know if they need each other?”

“Sometimes it takes a lot less time,” Inga grinned, “especially if the answer is negative. But if you’re referring to us, it was finally clear to me at Luyten-5.”

“And you never once tried to let me know?”

“That’s all I do all the time,” Inga smiled a little sad while looking closely at me.

Her statement made me a little confused. Since our first date in a cave on Ganymede, Inga has never once hinted to me that she wants to change anything in our relationship.

“I’m sorry, I must have been really stupid because of this endless war, since I haven’t been able to discern the obvious in all this time.”

“There was nothing to discern,” answered Inga while shaking her head slightly, “If you didn’t notice, then I did the right thing.”

“You speak in riddles.”

“I was afraid of this conversation, Igor. You’re a right guy, a very right guy, I’d say, too right. You were gonna ask me to formalize our relationship, right?”

“Yes, I was,” I didn’t deny it,“and I still want to. Right now, I’m asking for your consent to be my wife.”

“You…” Inga started talking by raising her voice a little, but stopped, turned away and then just seconds later, she kept saying, “You do not understand. I love you, Lavroff, but I’ll tell you no. You don’t need a family, Rear Admiral, I can see that. Not because you don’t love me. You love me, I’m not blind. But you have a goal, a real goal, that’s above all else. And that goal is not me, not the children I can give you, not our future together. To be honest, I’m not even sure I fully understand your goal, but you’re going to it nicely. You can only be loved for the way you do it, but in the same time it makes impossible to change anything in our relationship.

But understand, Lavrov, I do not need a family that will be started just because «it is necessary», just because of your sense of duty and your notions of what a real man and an officer should do. That’s what I’ve been trying to get you to realize. I want to be with you, but I won’t be jealous of your goal. I know it’ll only make it worse. I’d rather wait a year, two, five, ten years if I have to. I’ll help you get what you want the way I can. And then when you realize that the goal has been achieved, and that it’s time to think about yourself and your future, then you ask me your question again, if you want to, of course. Then maybe my answer will be different, but for now, I’m sorry, but no.”

I hugged Inga. We lay silent for a long time, each of us thinking of its own. I knew she was right, and that I really couldn’t change anything about this rotten state of things while I’m facing an unfulfilled task that affects the lives of hundreds of billions of people on either side of the still-to-be-built hyperportal. But today was not wasted for me, it gave me a clear understanding of what kind of woman I’d made a friend of and how much I fear losing her.

Chapter 1

No one interrupted our vacation. There was an astonishing silence on the fronts, coming immediately after the battle of Iota Persei. The quargs never sent there a new fleet, which I estimate had every chance of successfully seizing the system, because we had too little strength left, and the lizards had yet to recover from the crushing defeat that destroyed their entire orbital infrastructure.

With the new allies, things turned out very interesting. The lizards were very clever creatures, they took our invitation to ride in the big troop transport with understanding, if not enthusiasm. We did not have to explain to them that here, on the ships of the friendly fleet, that appeared unexpectedly and very fortunately, they would not find anyone with whom to negotiate future relations of the races. The reptiles themselves realized that those who had come to Iota Persei in predatory metal ships and punched evil enemies were probably not trained in the art of diplomacy. The best thing they do in life is fight, not talk, and those who can negotiate, sit somewhere else, where they, lizards, are invited.

As a result, having left Iota Persei, our fleet did not go to the Solar System as previously assumed, but to one of the outer worlds of the Federation, which has never been attacked by the quargs. Friendship is a friendship, but it was clearly wrong to show reptiles the way to Earth at once, although it was still worth showing the lizards something, to create, so to speak, the right impression and the right understanding of who they would be dealing with.

The Teegarden’s Star system did not appear to have any value for colonization. The puny red dwarf in the constellation Aries glowed dimly twelve and a half light-years from Earth. It was about one-fourteenth the mass of the Sun, and it glowed a hundred thousand times weaker. It’s photosphere temperature was barely above 3,000 degrees, and from the point of view of comfort on planets, such a star was of no use. However, the attraction of this star system became apparent immediately after the return of the first expeditions sent there. Thanks to the gas giant with half a hundred satellites and two resource-rich belts of asteroids with several dwarf planets the size of almost the Moon, this hinterland has become a space Klondike.

Now, three small man-made suns were shining cheerfully in the orbits of two terraformed asteroids and the giant planet’s satellite, allowing the locals to ignore the inferiority of their star, and huge orbital factories and shipyard complexes formed one of the most powerful industrial areas of the Federation. That picture was really impressive. Almost 1,500 cargo ships in the system at the same time were providing a good idea of the scale of human activity in this nondescript corner of space, besides, the Allies would be very interested in the 14th Fleet which was guarding the system, because they haven’t yet seen our warships bigger than a cruiser.

After coming out of a jump outside the asteroid’s second belt, we released the lizards’ ship from the hold, and, suiting our speed to its slow movement, headed towards the gas giant, where the core of the industrial infrastructure of the system was located.

We’ve been coming here from Iota Persei for almost a month. Naturally, I’ve met the lizards more than once in that time. Of course, we didn’t negotiate seriously, but it was just necessary to build some bridges, to organize the negotiating process, and, after all, simply to understand how and in what language we will communicate.

The reptiles decided for us the question of the language of communication. Lizards have demonstrated to us that, after all, the biological path of development had its advantages. Using several types of paste as feedstock, liquid modifiers and some subtle manipulations, they grew the most unexpected appliances, often on their own bodies. The Allies began by securing their ship in the hold with a system of ropes raised directly from its armor and reliably attached to the walls, floor and ceiling. As a result their «walnut» hung in the geometric center of the room, fastened in place by thick and firm ropes going in all directions. And then, when I arrived on the transport that took the Allies in, from the ship, still, through the holes opened in the armor, appeared the lizards, that really looked very much like the Komodo dragons on Earth, only they were upright and not neglecting clothes. Except these clothes turned out to be a direct extension of their bodies, growing out of their skin and at the same time being a complex of equipment that allowed reptiles to feel comfortable aboard our ship. However, our atmosphere and the temperature of the air did not seem to strain them too much, in any event, they did not need any isolation suits. It was enough for them to grow filters in their nostrils that cleaned up the air from minor impurities, not so much the harmful ones, but just the unpleasant ones for reptiles. And the problem of communication they solved by creating flat excrescences on the lower jaws that were capable of making sounds very similar to human speech.

The first couple of weeks, we had a lot of trouble building up our allies’ vocabulary and trying to explain to them the grammar of English, which was particularly difficult, given that we didn’t have the right people. But our students turned out to be very diligent and very intelligent, so the diplomats who came from Earth to the Teegarden’s Star system were satisfied, they could begin negotiations right now.

But before I gave the Allies into the grip of our negotiators, I decided to find out something for myself and ask the lizards some questions about topics that had long been of interest to me. These guys have been dealing with the quargs a lot longer than we have, and they could have known a lot about them.

The main lizard in the Iota Persei system was a female named Lit-ta. She held a position similar to the Governor-General of the British Empire. In the Iota Persei system, her authority and powers were absolutely indisputable. Outside the system, her power ended, but I understood, given the circumstances, reptile chiefs have given her the necessary authority to negotiate at any level.

Both Lit-ta and I were acutely aware that my rank as Rear Admiral and my position as commander of a small fleet fell far short of her status, but the lizard leader didn’t think it was possible to show off, knowing perfectly well thanks to whose help she and the other inhabitants of Iota Persei were still alive.

“Rrrearrr Admirrralsss,” Lit-ta pronounced it slightly roaring and hissing at the same time, tilting her head to the side, “You’rrre not the mossst sssenior here, by rrrank or age. You’rrre verrry young, but the ssseniorrrsss obey you. Why?”

“I was appointed to command the fleet by the Supreme Commander-in-Chief of the Earth Federation, Marshal Tobolsky. His orders are binding on all Army and Fleet officers. Under my command, the officers of my fleet obey his orders.”

“That’sss ssstrrrange… Our… sssuprrreme commanderrr would never appoint a juniorrr officccerrr to command the ssseniorrr officerrrsss. It’sss neverrr possssible forrr usss.”

“Lit-ta, can a male be appointed to a higher position?”

“He can, there’sss no prrrohibittttion. But it’sss verrry rrrarrre. They can’t cope… Can’t keep theirrr emottttionsss in check, they’rrre too aggrrressssive. But they’rrre good sssoldierrrsss.”

So we spent hours talking like this, and the lead lizard has never been bored with it. She would regularly summon me to her hold if she thought I hadn’t come to talk for some reason in a while. It’s hard to tell what was going on in her head, but I got the impression that not only did she want to know as much as she could about people before serious negotiations began, but she was just being very friendly to me. It was possible I was wrong. You can be a man, a reptile or a quarg, but if you climb that high, any sympathy or friendships are forced to take a back seat, giving way to cold-blooded reckoning. And yet on a secondary level, the personal attitude of the interlocutor plays a role. When I asked my questions, I was not absolutely sure, but I was counting on a good lead lizard’s attitude.

“Lit-ta, tell me, what do you do to the quarg prisoners?”

“Prrisonerrrss?” She moved her head a little bit and squinted, “We don’t take prrrisonerrrsss. Actually, they never tried to sssurrenderrr to usss.”

“Haven’t you ever taken over their planets?”

“No. They’ve taken overrr ourrr planetsss. We haven’t. We don’t need them.”

“But haven’t you ever had wounded quargs? Because you fight ground battles with them, and you probably win them regularly. Then you must have wounded enemies.”

“Ourrr weaponsss leave no wounded. Everrryone diesss, and verrry quickly. But you’rrre rrright, Igorrr. We trrried to capture living enemiesss. It’sss not working. They die almossst immediately. The block in the brrrain goesss off. They know we can gut their brainsss out and take out everrrything they know. That’sss why they die rrright away.”

“Can you read people’s thoughts, too?” Lit-ta’s information was of great concern to me.

“We don’t rrread thoughtsss, Igorrr. We can extrrract informatttion from the brrrain. But it’sss a long processss that rrrequiresss special trrraining and kills the perrrssson being quessstioned. But the quarrrgs know we can do it and they die.”

“What’s this block in the brain of a quarg, Lit-ta?”

“It’sss a biological conssstraint. We also know how to ssset one. We can also rrremove such a block, unlessss, of courssse, an orderrr for unconditional death is issssued.”

“Lit-ta, quargs surrender to us. Rarely, but surrender. They behave reasonably, they don’t try to escape, they don’t attack the guards, they may even answer simple questions that do not concern the war or their home, they can work, keep order among their own, but they never answer any questions about war, their social structure, their economy, their industry, or anything except the simplest questions. We’ve tried force and chemistry and psychological breaking. It all works, but as soon as the quarg decides to talk, he dies. Now I see why. But now you and your skills are on the stage. Tell me, can you get the quarg’s block down before the death order goes off, if he doesn’t know that it’s you and that he’s in danger?”

“It’sss verrry complicated… He ssshould be consciousss. Procccedure rrrequiresss prrreparrration. He will sssee… feel and die.”

“And if he’s convinced until the last minute that everything is normal, that there’s only people around, who can’t get the block down and don’t even know it exists? Because the quargs we’ve captured don’t know we’ve met yet.”

“I have to think, Rrrearrr Admirrral,” Lit-ta nodded her head, “What’sss important to me rrright now isss the negotiationsss you’rrre taking me to. I can’t be too distrrracted. But you asssked me an interrresssting question. I’ll contact you afterrrwardsss, wait.”

* * *

Inga and I returned to Earth just as the negotiations with the lizards were coming to an end. Our diplomats have achieved impressive success, which, in general, was not surprising, because the upsides for both parties of our meeting with the lizards were immeasurably greater than the downsides.

Tobolsky was so pleased with the results of the work of the diplomats that he decided to meet Lit-ta personally, which he had not originally planned, as the Federation President should have met with the leader of the Allied state, but this was a very unusual case.

Of course, the meeting was not called negotiations, but a reception, which somewhat mitigated the unequal status of the parties, but the essence of it did not change. The delegation of lizards was transported with their ship to the Solar System and invited to the Presidential Palace. The official part of the meeting was broadcast online and, as was customary, it was not without solemn speeches.

Tobolsky said nothing new to me in his speech, he praised the courage of the lizards and talked a lot about «fruitful cooperation», «broad prospects», «joint efforts» and other «shoulder to shoulder». And Lit-ta turned out to be one hell of a thing. She, of course, also said the words that corresponded to the moment, but then went on much less formally:

“Ourrr people rrrememberrr theirrr historrry. And thisss historrry does not contain warrrs. We have alwaysss rrresolved ourrr differrrencesss peacefully, through negotiationsss and mutual concessionsss. We have been taught to fight by quargsss who arrre utterrrly incapable of negotiationsss. I had plenty of time asss a guessst on board Rrrearrr Admirrral Lavroff’s ssship, and with hisss help I was able to get a look at the hissstorrry of humansss. You fought a lot, but then you found the ssstrength to ssstop arrrmed conflictsss and unite. The sssame quargsss made you rrrememberrr your passst. I have no doubt that thisss warrr will rrresult in our common victorrry. I’ve ssseen enough to know it for sssurrre. But after victorrry comesss a new time when our peoplesss will have to live together among the starrrsss. It will be a tessst of our frrriendship, because differrrences between us are certain to arrrissse, it is inevitable. But I am convinced that the orrriginal peaccce-loving nature of ourrr people and the corrrrect assessment of your historrrical experrrience by you will enable usss to preserve peaccce forever.”

That was a very good speech, if you ask me. In ordinary language, it would sound something like this: “Dear Allies, we are delighted to meet you, and we are prepared to do our utmost to work together to defeat our evil enemies, but keep in mind that we can look forward, and do not think that after victory you can dictate your terms to us by force.”

Lit-ta did not want to finish her speech on such a note, and suddenly for me continued:

“Our meeting took place in battle. And it happened that 35 people werrre killed by our weaponsss. It took usss a while to figurrre out who was frrriend and who wasss enemy. But your sssoldiers didn’t fire a sssingle shot back. We thank the people for their ssself-rrrestrain and patience. We regret the loss of the worthy fighters,” Lit-ta took a little break and rocked her body, changing the position of the tail on which she rested, like on another leg, “I wish to exprrressss my grrratitude to the commanderrr of these men, whose ssskill prrrevented our firssst meeting frrrom becoming the last one. Our people will alwaysss welcome Rrrearrr Admirrral Lavroff among usss.”

It was a ritual phrase. I knew that from our previous conversations with Lit-ta, but its exact meaning was not entirely clear to me, and the lizards’ leader clearly attached great importance to her statement. I suspected that in the future this story had every chance of getting the most unexpected development.

* * *

Lit-ta’s call caught me in my office. After Inga and I got back from Barnard-3, the Department of New Equipment and Armaments of the Ministry of Defence was in chaos for the third day. Well, the boss wasn’t at his desk for a month and a half…

“Igorrr, good time!” said Lit-ta from the tablet screen, showing me her split tongue, which in some cases meant smiling, but I still haven’t figured out the subtleties of their facial expressions.

“Good time, Lit-ta,” I replied, and with a hand gesture made it clear to the staff that the meeting was temporarily postponed, “Are you satisfied with the outcome of the negotiations?”

“I got what I came here forrr,” the lizards’ leader said, without going into the details, “There will be otherrrsss worrrking with people. I’m not a diplomat, I’m a goverrrnorrr-generrral, and I need to get back to my ssstarrr syssstem and rrrepair the damage. But I rrremember our converrrsssation about captivesss, Rrrearrr Admirrral. I had the time to think. What you asssked me might work. It’sss important, and I’m willing to ssspend my time worrrking with the quarrrgsss, but not more than two weeksss of your time.”

I had to drop everything and tackle a new issue again, but it was worth it.

The question of what to do with the captured quargs arose almost immediately after the outbreak of the war. As soon as the intelligence services lost interest in them because of their utter uselessness as a source of information, the problem of housing and holding prisoners was transferred to the service of the rear, headed by the very active General Barrington. The unpleasant fact that the quargs do not live in captivity for more than ten years was not known at the time. Regardless of their living conditions, they died from the failure of all systems of the body, caused by completely ambiguous causes. Barrington was faced with the question of what to do with this pool of freeloaders, already quite numerous and growing, who consume the resources of the belligerent state and will consume them beyond a very uncertain time.

In captivity, the quargs behaved very well, even surprisingly. Therefore, Barrington settled the matter quite radically. In the Kruger 60 binary star system, there was a suitable planet moving in an intricate orbit around two red dwarfs, one of which flares up every eight minutes, doubling its luminosity. The value of this celestial body was highly questionable, and it would have deserved the definition of a «worthless boulder», but from this it was saved by a rather large but very scattered deposit of Americium, which was a rare, moderately radioactive metal, and was highly sought after by the Federation economy. The colonization of the planet for the extraction of Americium by industrial methods was considered to be economically impractical, and the planet was forgotten by people who didn’t even bother to name it. But then General Barrington showed up and it was about the use of manpower, which was not just free, but in fact had a negative value, that is, it received subsidies for its maintenance and guarding from the Ministry of Defence. In this scenario, the economic indicators suddenly became quite positive, and the Earth Federation had its first quarg colony.

Barrington did not create unbearable living conditions for the captured enemies. The standard artificial sun has warmed the planet with its gentle thermonuclear rays, the gravitational corrector has normalized the gravitational force, atmospheric generators wrapped the stone ball in an air coat, and then… Barrington then handed it over to the quargs themselves. Humans brought to the planet food for the nearest future, mining equipment for the development of scattered deposits, modular structures for housing construction and public buildings and a minimally needed set of industrial blocks to build the city’s primary infrastructure. The new residents of the colony have been told a very simple rule of life: you give us Americium, and we give you everything you ask, well, except… you know…

That was a very productive idea. Among other things, it made it possible to observe the quargs in the natural, so to say, conditions of existence. Security didn’t go on the planet, humans could only be found at a few locations where the quargs could exchange for Americium the goods they needed. Other than that, the prisoners managed on their own. They quickly created some kind of settlement with their administration and even the police, as crime among them was as common as among people.

Three years later, it became clear that the model had worked. The quarg police were even allowed to purchase hand-held weapons and order light armored suits. This step was taken after several major clashes between criminal elements and forces of order were observed from orbit, and those clashes led to mass fights in which the police had no advantage over criminals. Barrington decided that it was easier to arm the quargs themselves with light weapons than to take charge of maintaining order in the colony, and he was quite right. In any event, there were no further major disturbances.

And now Lit-ta and I have arrived at this colony. To Kruger 60 we were delivered by cruiser Moscow, kindly assigned to me from the Fifth Strike Fleet by Admiral Nelson. The lizards’ leader brought along five of the congeners who were in charge of the science and engineering part of the operation, I understand.

“Igorrr,” told me Lit-ta, “It isss highly desirrrable that the quarrrg you brrring me have lived here forrr about ten yearsss. If he diesss, it doesn’t matter, the block in his brrrain will kill him sssoon enough.”

“Why is it so?”

“We don’t know. Maybe the block needsss to be updated perrriodically, otherwissse it’sss killing the host. But we don’t know why they did it.”

“Lit-ta, how long does it take your assistants to grow a cocoon to remove the block?”

“About three hourrrsss.”

“In that time, I will select ten candidates. We’ll get them all to the cruiser together and politely explain that we want to do a full medical diagnostic of their organisms to try and figure out the causes of their deaths in captivity. Many of them have already undergone such procedures. They usually acquiesce in silence and tolerate tests. This time, we’re going to put them in a full diagnostic capsule designed specifically for their bodies. The first five prisoners will undergo the normal procedure in front of each other. They’ll see another patient lie in the capsule, it closes and after a while releases it back alive and well. Except the capsules will be different all the time, and in the fifth capsule, instead of our stuffing, there will be your cocoon. Your men… I’m sorry, but what do I call you to make you comfortable?”

“You can sssay «yourrr lizzzarrrdsss». Sssoundsss good, we apprrreciate,” responded Lit-ta, showing me her split tongue.

“Great. So, can your lizards make it to be as close as possible to the inside of our capsules?”

“That’sss trrricky, but we have to trrry. Otherwissse, it’sss not gonna work.”

“The main thing is that there’s a resemblance. When the outer shell of the capsule is closed, the light will go out, and then do whatever you want, but without any sudden movement.”

“We need accessss to the occipital part of their skull and to the ssspine. There will be attached ssseveral…” Litta thought, looking for a word, “prrrobesss, most likely. They’re sssuch sssoft extensionsss.”

“Very well. We have a lot of stuff in the capsules, too, and these things touch the head and the back during the examination. We’ll just make special holes for your probes, and leave the rest of the capsule inside as it was. There won’t be seen any difference. ”

“I’m ssstarrrting,” Lit-ta nodded in a perfectly human motion and turned to her aides.

* * *

The first five quargs passed the standard procedure of examination impassively as usual. They were used to comply with the orders of people, knowing that no one is intentionally harming them, but if they resist, there can be complications.

The sixth prisoner, who looked very similar, like all of them, to a zombie from the grave, but neat and moving normally, unlike this popular horror hero, calmly approached the capsule indicated to him and stepped into the niche behind the doors slid open. The doors closed, and the capsule slowly took up a horizontal position. Nothing unusual happened for five minutes, and then the capsule shook, and the medical diagnostic devices that we didn’t dismantle to provide the procedure some extra credibility gave us a warning.

We urgently stopped the process of «examination», but it was too late, the prisoner died.

“It’sss a classsic death when a block goesss off,” said Lit-ta behind my back, “We haven’t considered sssomething, Igorrr. We have to trrry again.”

Our attempts cost the lives of three more quargs. We changed the terms each time. We’ve even made a complete analogue of lizard cocoon probes from our terrestrial polymer materials and we did a «checkup» of another prisoner first on this simulator. He survived, but when he tried to repeat the procedure with a real cocoon, he died, just like all the others. The only condition we knowingly did not change was the length of the quargs’ captivity. Neither I nor Lit-tа wanted to experiment with prisoners who still have a few years to live. I mean, they’re enemies, but right now, they’re not dangerous and they’re perfectly law-abiding, so it’s better to risk those who are about to die, ’cause if our method works, they’ll have a chance at a normal life for years to come.

“We’rrre making a little bit of a missstake sssomewherrre,” told me Lit-ta while making nervous movements with the tail from which the cruiser officers tried to stay away. ’Cause trampling a high-ranking ally’s tail is, you know, not so good, it’s fraught with diplomatic complications.

“In the latter cassse, we werrre closssest to the target. The block was about to disssintegrrrate, but that’s when the death orrrder went off.”

“Do they feel anything when the block starts to disintegrate?”

“We don’t know. Anyway, it’sss a very sssubtle feeling, almost imperrrccceptible.”

“Can we dull it with something? Like pain?”

“Only the pain ssshould not be too sssevere. I need the patient’sss clearrr consciousssnesss.”

“The pain won’t be strong, but it’ll be throbbing in a jagged rhythm, distracting.”

“Okay. Let’sss trrry it.”

This time our legend for the quargs has changed. We didn’t talk about checkups to find a way to prevent their sudden deaths in captivity, it could put patients on their guard and make them subconsciously listen to life-threatening feelings. We told another batch of test subjects that we’re selecting candidates for resettlement in another colony where living standards are higher, but health requirements are stricter, because the hard work there required certain physique. The prisoners were not very enthusiastic about this information, because they knew that they had at best a few months left to live and that there was no point in changing anything in life, but they agreed to be examined without objection, as a matter of habit, even when we gave them honest warning that there might be pain.

A sixth prisoner entered the capsule as in all previous trials. The first test we did with the dummy probes in order the quarg to get used to the sensations and not twitch. Then the session was repeated with real probes released by the cocoon of lizards. In the fifth minute, the medical complex triggered the alarm, but not in the way it did when a patient died. The quarg was bad, very bad and painful, but he didn’t die, and the resuscitation module, which was automatically activated, called out for help from people, because it couldn’t decide what to do in an unfamiliar situation.

The prisoner survived.

Chapter 2

“The block was rrremoved,” informed me Lit-ta, “but the memorrry isss damaged. There’sss no telling what he’ll rrrememberrr, but what’sss left of it, we’ll get it out of him without killing him. We mussst continue with the other prrrisonerrrsss, Rrrearrr Admirrral, time is rrrunning out.”

Time. It really doesn’t like to wait. But our success has not yet been impressive. We’ve only been able to remove a block from every third quarg, the rest died immediately or went into a coma and died a few hours later. Of course, it was still a breakthrough. The Ministry of Defence Security Service, after listening to my report, became ecstatic and rushed to the Kruger 60 system. They now had a lot of work to do, and a job that was very promising in terms of concrete results and beneficial to their career development.

We fought for patient survival. I never thought that deaths of quargs might be upsetting to me, but they grieved me. The surviving prisoners, who no longer had a block, had not yet realized the changes that had taken place. In any case, they continued to ignore our questions on previously closed subjects, but I think it was purely out of habit. We haven’t addressed this problem seriously yet, waiting for the professionals from the Solar System.

One of the cruiser’s medical staff suggested we try injecting the quargs before the procedure with various medications, that do not cloud the mind, but suppress individual reactions of the body to external stimuli. The idea seemed interesting to us, and we started with anxiolytics, substances that dispel anxiety and fear. It went better right away. The full range of measures, including the application of drugs, the refined legend and demonstrative successful «examinations» of several other quargs and the patient himself before the beginning of the real procedure, increased the survivability of removing the block to 60 percent. But the real breakthrough was the use of several neuroleptics, which were chosen with regard to the characteristics of the quarg organism.

These substances were originally intended to control psychosis and behavioral disorders such as increased aggressiveness and mania, but we used them to delay the patient’s death order from the brain block for at least a few seconds. As it turned out, this delay was enough to prevent such an order from being generated before the block disintegrated.

Survival rates have risen to almost 100 per cent, and memory damage has been greatly reduced, but it has not been completely avoided, and Lit-ta regretted that it was likely to be unavoidable in the future.

“That’sss it, Igorrr, I did what I promisssed,” said Lit-ta after another successful removal of block, “My ssstaff will ssstay here with you and work as long as it takesss, and I have to fly.”

“Aren’t you curious to know what the prisoners without the blocks will say?”

“It’sss interesssting, of courssse it’sss interesssting,” I was shown the tongue again, “but my lizzzarrrds will tell me. It’s time to go, Rrrearrr Admirrral.”

“It’ll take you half the time to get back there. We placed a chain of hyperbeacons between the endpoints, and our latest technologies allow us to do longer jumps with them. It’s gonna take less accelerations and less pauses.”

“Fine. I’m waiting forrr you to pay me a visit, Igorrr. I have sssomething to ssshow you in my sssystem. Rrrememberrr, you’rrre welcome to any lizzzarrrd now. Our sssuperior leaderrr has confirmed your ssstatusss.”

“That’s for certain, Lit-ta, at the very first opportunity. I have one last question. You gave a very impressive speech in your meeting with the Federation President. I liked the way you treated our relationship after the victory. I want a lasting peace, too, for personal reasons of late, as well,” I smiled. Lit-ta already quite understood why I’m making up faces and showing her my teeth, “and I want to offer you an idea that I think will help.”

“Lissstening with great interrressst,” Lit-ta tilted her head to the side, which meant increased attention to the words of the interlocutor.

“Our paths of development are too different. Technologies are very different, they are so different that it’s going to be very difficult for us to take them from each other. But that’s a good thing, it’ll make us work together and depend on each other. Isn’t it a unifying factor?”

“Sssoundsss rrreasssonable. What’sss next?”

“Next, I’d like to suggest to create a fleet of ships based on a mixture of our technologies. At first, of course, it’ll be rough stuff, but we need to learn to combine our technologies and get them to work together, and, very importantly, ships should have mixed crews. People will be responsible for their share of the equipment, and lizards for their own.”

“We can considerrr it,” Lit-ta nodded her head, “I’ll passss it on to the sssuperior leaderrr…”

“I guess I didn’t explain it very well,” said I, “it’s not an abstract idea for the future. I want to start right now. I need a perfect reconnaissance ship. I was very impressed with your engines. They’re weaker than our engines, but when they’re working they’re not lowering the ship’s camouflage, which is more than important to a recon ship. I want to prepare a ship with a hybrid propulsion system, more simply, with two engines, yours and ours. Why do you think I asked you to work with the quarg prisoners? I needed information. I wanted to know where the enemy was holding the captured humans and lizards and what they were doing to them. One way or another, I’m gonna get that information out of them, and then I’ll need a ship on which I can get to the right points in the quarg rear without being spotted, and find out everything in detail. Lit-ta, I do not know about you, but we, humans, have lost nearly ten billion prisoners in 20 years of war, if you count not only the soldiers, but also the civilian population of the conquered planets. If any of them are alive, I want them out of there.”

“You want to smuggle billionsss of people and about as many lizzzarrrdsss out of the quarrrg rrrear? But that’s impossible…”

“I know a general… I’ll introduce you someday. Now, he can do almost anything in terms of cargo and passenger transportation, as well as supplying troops with everything they need. You may not believe this, but I don’t know the problems in this area that this man can’t solve within a reasonable time frame.”

“I think I’ll ssstick around forrr a few more daysss,” said Lit-ta after a small pause, “Your people will benefit from my help in extracting the information we need from our captive enemies. And… my ship. I’ll leave it to you, Rrrearrr Admirrral, along with the crrrew and my ssspecialistsss who repaired your crrruiserrr. I’m sssurrre you’ll be able to give me comforrrt aboard yourrr ssship when I go home.”

* * *

The assistant entered the President’s office as always without a sound.

“Ignat, when will the full English report be ready?” asked Tobolsky.

“Work is still going on, Mr President,” replied the assistant in low voice, “Too much material fell into the hands of our operatives.”

“Tell them I’m not happy with the speed of the work.”

“There aren’t enough people with the right security clearance, Mr President, There’s a lot of information, and it’s never clear in advance what it’s level of secrecy is.”

“Anything important found yet?”

“Nothing to respond immediately. But… there’s information on Rear Admiral Lavroff. It’s very ambiguous.”

“More specifically?”

“It’s a report of an illegal investigation that spanned almost his entire life. Most of the data is obtained by illegal means, but we have to admit, this is the work of high quality, both operational and analytical.”

“Did something come up that we didn’t know before?”

“Yes and no, Mr President. The basic facts were known to us, but this report contains details that raise difficult questions. In addition, these materials contain the results of an analysis of Lavroff’s behaviour made by highly qualified psychoanalysts. Their conclusions sound fantastic, but they seem well founded.”

“What do they say?”

“You should see this document in person, Mr President,” said the assistant while sending the file to Tobolsky, “I am not an expert in this matter and I do not wish to distort the substance of the information that we have in our hands.”

For about ten minutes Tobolsky carefully examined the file, then looked up at the assistant.

“The information is classified by level A-O. Lavroff is not touched, I will decide what to do with it.”

“Mr President, don’t you think it’s dangerous to leave Rear Admiral Lavroff with the powers he has now?” The assistant was allowed to ask such questions, moreover, Tobolsky appreciated Ignat for the ability to ask them at the right moment.

“I don’t think so, Ignat. Even if Lavrov is not who we thought he was, he’s not the enemy. This man has already done so much for the Federation that it is foolish to suspect him of harboring any hostile agenda. Had it not been for his actions, I do not even know what the situation on the fronts would be.”

“Such analysis has been carried out, Mr President. Which is why I didn’t report this investigation to you immediately, and I was going to hand it over as part of the final report.”

“And what stopped you?”

“Analysis showed that if Lavroff did not exist, the Solar System would have been captured by the quargs eight months ago.”

* * *

I escorted Lit-ta to the cabin specially equipped for her aboard battleship Bangui. The guest of honor was to be brought home with maximum comfort and in the shortest possible time, and two more battleships, an aircraft carrier, a dozen destroyers and three «Invisibles» were assigned as escorts. No one wanted to lose such a valuable ally to the Federation because of some stray squadron of quargs.

“Admirrral,” said Lit-ta in the doorway, showing me her split tongue and sort of accidentally promoting me, “Our sssuperrrior leaderrr loved the idea of a fleet of hybrrrid ssshipsss with mixed crrrewsss. Contact me thrrrough your beaconsss, and I’ll sssend you the expertsss and everrrything you need to grow our ssshipsss.”

Lit-ta flew home, and I went back to Earth, where Jeff and Professor Stein were waiting for me. They just couldn’t wait to dig into the lizard technique. I’ve given them the task of creating a hybrid reconnaissance ship from Kruger 60, as soon as I heard from security specialists that the information I needed was starting to be collected in their database.

The heads of the captive quargs whom we managed to remove the block were a complete mess. The craftsman who twisted their brains out knew his business. The most important information to us has been destroyed in the quargs’ memory in the first place. They didn’t get senile or become something like a vegetable. The functions of the brain, which are responsible for everyday activities, have not been disrupted. Short-term memory also functioned well, but in long-term memory, it was as if a tornado had passed through, not tearing everything down, but selectively destroying what was needed.

But there was something left, the process of information self-destruction did not always get started in time to get to the end.

It seems that information about the captured humans and the lizards was considered important enough by the block developer, moreover, this information was not available to all prisoners. But when we successfully removed over a thousand blocks, and the security officers were already struggling to move with fatigue, constantly interrogating more prisoners, something started to emerge.

“Rear Admiral, Sir,” Major Karjalainen has contacted me via hypercommunication, it was the same officer from the Department of Defense Internal Security who was investigating the trap that was set up for us by Global Weapon Industries’ lobbyists during the Gliese 338 operation. He was a Senior Lieutenant at the time, but apparently that investigation helped his career.

“I’ve been ordered to send you an information packet on the possible locations of the prisoners and lizards in the quarg rear,” my tablet vibrated announcing the receipt of the file, “As a direct participant in the interrogation of prisoners, I may add that the information is incomplete and quite contradictory,” continued Karjalainen, “It appeared that they were places of temporary detention, but they had been in operation for many years. What’s going on out there, none of the prisoners know or remember because of the memory loss.”

“Thank you, Major, you’ve been very helpful, tell me how the quargs have behaved after the removal of the block?”

“They behave very differently, Rear Admiral, Sir. Some of them don’t talk, and then we have to use chemicals. Others speak for themselves, sometimes without even waiting for questions. There have been four cases in which the quargs have volunteered to help us and have expressed their willingness to cooperate if this would help to remove the blocks of other prisoners.”

“Who gave them these blocks?”

“Their authorities. This is done in special centres, which are quite numerous throughout the territory of the quargs. The block needs to be renewed every ten years, otherwise it kills the host. They told me why it was done. If a quarg deviates from the correct behavior, the blocks of such a quarg and his whole family are not renewed. Surrender is also considered to be a deviation, with all the consequences, if it becomes known. Therefore, quargs surrender only when they realize that the information will not reach their superiors.”

“The blocks are for ordinary quargs only?”

“No. All the prisoners have them, and many of them are officers, but they’re not above the average of a major.”

“Thank you, Major, I look forward to the completion of your work.”

“Rear Admiral, Sir, if we learn anything of real importance, I will contact you immediately. The order to keep you informed comes directly from our Chief.”

* * *

As we flew to Earth, I had time to think about the situation. A lot of things have happened recently, so it was clearly necessary to think them over carefully. Despite the seemingly good overall picture, I didn’t feel comfortable. There’s been too many unknowns in this equation called the war on the quargs.

I tried to analyze what was most haunting me. First of all, I didn’t like the calm on the front lines. There were no preconditions for it. Of course, our encounter with the lizards and the collapse of the quargs’ capture of another star system of reptiles could not be pleasant news for the enemy, but these events were not catastrophic for the quargs, at least in the short term.

Our recon ships have been snooping around the outskirts of the quarg rear systems, not too afraid of the mass detectors that the enemy has been actively using in recent months to defend their possessions against the sudden attacks of our ships. The recon ships could feel relatively secure, as the mass detector network could only detect ships larger than the destroyer. However, our intelligence has seen nothing extraordinary. Although the scouts did not venture into the central parts of the star systems because they were patrolled too tightly, and unmanned reconnaissance probes, even those launched from a long distance, were usually intercepted by the quargs before they could gather and transmit the necessary information.

Every day, I grew confident that the enemy was preparing something big and unexpected that could make us all very sick.

The second thing that was of no less concern to me was our failure in the Delta Trianguli system. I am not saying that we failed, but we did not achieve the planned result. The quargs have found truly effective means to combat the drone torpedoes. Of course, the torpedoes remained a formidable weapon, but they could no longer give us a decisive advantage, because too many of them were destroyed as a result of employment of unmanned scanner networks and the massive use of pursuit planes to shield heavy ships from a torpedo strike. And the enemy battleships and cruisers themselves have become different. The density of anti-aircraft weapons tripled, making heavy enemy ships difficult targets for torpedoes. It was time to bring something new to the stage that could make up for the shortfall seen in the number of battleships in the Federation Fleet, especially those like Titan. We have not yet learned how to build such ships. In this regard, I had some hopes for cooperation with the lizards, but we haven’t even started it yet, and the fleet desperately needed to replenish the heavy ships now, already yesterday.

The Federation industry has not been able to make up for the shortage of ships quickly. The recent Tobolsky’s Decree on Enhancing the Role of the State in the Management of the Military Industrial Complex was only the first step towards the militarization of the economy, but we still had a long and arduous road ahead, and the results were urgently needed.

The only thing that could be done relatively quickly was to increase the production of rather simple «Invisibles», drone torpedoes and unmanned pursuit planes, hoping to solve the problem if not by improving product quality then at least by increasing the quantity of products. At the same time, these ships needed commanders capable of responding flexibly to frequent changes in the environment that forced constant modification in the tactics of using drone torpedoes.

Stein’s call caught me before the last jump to the Solar system.

“Igor, I have good news,” the Professor smiled, “a prototype of a full-size transport ring is almost ready. We can start testing in a couple of days. It is true that we have not yet managed to overcome the limitations of the range, but everything is much better regarding the size and mass of the object being transferred. We’ll try to transfer a small recon ship. What’s wrong, Igor? You don’t seem happy with my message.”

“I’m happy, professor,” I forced a smile, “You guys are great, and I’m proud to have people like that working with me. We just don’t have time. Something’s about to happen. Do you remember what I said when I told you about the ten superbattleships almost completed by the quargs? I said at the time that it was a sure defeat for our fleet and I could feel the threat looming over us. Now I’m feeling something similar, but the difference is, I don’t know what’s coming over us. I urgently need a reconnaissance ship capable of penetrating the central areas of enemy star systems without being detected, but what we need now even more, that’s a transport ring capable of passing battleships and large troop transports through itself. The quargs outnumber us in quantity of ships, especially of heavy ships. The only thing to counter the quarg fleet supremacy is the previously impossible mobility of our fleet, which will allow us to be everywhere and nowhere, to concentrate all our forces at the right point for a powerful strike and to respond just as quickly to emerging threats, moving ships instantly to the systems under attack. But we can only do that with transport rings.”

The word «hyperportal» somehow did not take hold among scientists and officers of the Federation. No one remembers who first called it a transport ring, but the term was well established and no one has called our new development any different.

“Igor, nothing is impossible in what you say,” Stein said after some thought. “We are ready to speed up the work, but we need to significantly increase staff, equipment and, of course, funding. We’re already working on a reconnaissance ship, but we can’t begin to integrate allies’ technology into its design until you and the lizard ship arrive in the Solar System.”

“Ivan Gerkhardovich, please prepare a list of everything necessary to speed up the work by the time I arrive. The rest is my concern. But don’t forget, in about a month, a group of ships will arrive from the Allies with their scientists, engineers and military specialists, and with a large supply of the substance from which they grow all their products. We’re going to build hybrid ships using technology from both races, not recon ships anymore, but battleships and aircraft carriers, and our department will be directly involved in the process.”

“Chief Engineer Jeff will be thrilled,” grinned the Professor, “if, of course, he survives after giving this good news to Lieutenant Yakovleva.”

* * *

The Minister of Defense frowned at me, looking up from the tablet.

“Rear Admiral, this is getting out of hand.”

“I agree, Mr Minister, this is an intolerable amount of insolence and defiance of all the bases of the chain of command. Except… I’m afraid we’re too late anyway.”

“Well, you stopped paying attention to chain of command when you were a captain, or maybe even before, I just don’t know, I guess. But do you have any idea what you’ve done this time? The authorized representatives of the Federation conducted the most difficult official negotiations with the Allies for ten days, they were building up a system of taking into account the interests of each party, a scheme of mutual balances that gave the system sustainability, they were preparing a package of proposals for the Lizard ruler. The reptiles, for their part, were also working hard on the subject and politely bargaining. To the mutual satisfaction of the parties, a consensus seemed to be emerging. And then Rear Admiral Lavroff came, snatched the main lizard from the diplomatic residence, took her arm, I beg your pardon, her fore limb, dragged her off to Kruger 60, whatever the hell he was doing with her there, only to give security notice after the fact, and then casually negotiated a hybrid warship fleet with mixed crews. And all of this without any kind of coordination with anyone. Are you in the army, Rear Admiral, or do we have an anarchist fellowship here?”

“My faults are heavy indeed, Mr Minister, I admit it. I’m ready to carry out any punishment, including demotion to private and dispatch to Kapteyn to patrol the desert, but I’m asking you to read my report carefully, forgetting for a while about the scoundrel Lavroff.”

“I wouldn’t even be reading this crap if it wasn’t signed by this Lavroff,” Bronstein, who calmed down a bit after his anger attack, kept his voice down a bit, “I mean, it’s pretty brazen, to come to the Minister of Defense for money to finance this…” Bronstein shook his tablet, which had the page of my report on the screen, in front of me, “Rear Admiral, I understand, and I remember your services to the Federation, but why this was not agreed at least with the President, whom you can contact directly?”

“Mr Minister, would you believe me if I tell you that under the circumstances, the decision had to be made immediately? There are moments that can’t be missed. The most scarce resource in our situation is time. If I started building a system of checks and balances, ran for approval to the Supreme Commander, started preparing a package of documents…”

“That’s enough, Rear Admiral, I hear you. That doesn’t excuse you at all, don’t get your hopes up, but there’s logic to what you’re saying. Wait a few minutes, I haven’t quite read your document yet.”

Five minutes later Bronstein looked up at me.

“You…” he could barely bring himself to continue. “I don’t know the word for it, Rear Admiral. I’ve had enough of this circus. Your idea of attacking the quarg shipyards was an adventure. The counterstrike on Groombridge was a major Adventure with a capital A. And here, I guess all the letters have to be uppercase.”

“I beg your pardon, Mr Minister, but both of these events were successful, at least in part. Can you imagine what the consequences would be if things work out right this time?”

Bronstein looked at me in silence. In his eyes, there was a struggle of many conflicting feelings, and none of them could take it up. Finally, still silently, the Minister pressed the pictogram in the corner of his tablet and placed his finger on the DNA-code sensor. The tablet quietly tinkled, informing its owner of the opening of a secure communication channel.

“Good afternoon, Mr Minister,” I heard Tobolsky’s voice, “You’re not with bad news, are you?”

“I don’t know, Mr President,” Bronstein sounded uncertain, “I received a report from Rear Admiral Lavroff. He’s here, too, sitting across from me in my office. I’d like to ask for a meeting, there’s a difficult and urgent matter.”

“And you yourself can’t solve it for some reason,” Tobolsky grinned tiredly.

“I’m afraid that’s out of my league, Commander-in-Chief, Sir,” Bronstein responded firmly.

Chapter 3

Lieutenant Colonel André Mbia and his men never returned to the 105th Infantry Division. He now served in my department, and he was in charge of testing all ground combat equipment related to reconnaissance. Captain Yoon Gao met a similar fate, but he was responsible for space intelligence. Now both scouts were standing next to me at the command post of cruiser Moscow, trying to see something on a tactical projection.

Our scanners were silent, although I thought they should have spotted a reconnaissance ship on an oncoming course a few minutes ago. But nothing happened at all. Only a few minutes later, the space control operator gave a report of a faint signal slightly distinguishable against the background of natural noise. We only confidently spotted the reconnaissance ship when it was so close to us that it seemed to be observable to the unaided eye, and cruiser Moscow was equipped with the best scanners of the latest improved series, but still they were serial samples. And on the reconnaissance ship, Jeff and his crew worked individually, tailoring the EW complexes to the kind of precision no serial product could ever dream of.

“Take the command of the ship, Captain,” I told Yoon Gao, “You’re the first one to have the honor to be the commander of a hybrid reconnaissance ship with a mixed crew. Now, Officers, Sirs, I’ll introduce you to the crew.”

“This is my ship?” The Chinese, usually calm, looked shocked. He stood silently in front of the projection screen for a long time, looking from different angles at the ship, which was developed jointly by Jeff’s engineers and Lit-ta’s lizards. This small ship had some of the familiar outlines of a medium recon ship, but if the fore part differed slightly from the standard pattern, the changes were increasing closer to the stern. Smooth matte armor sheets made by people have merged into a single whole with bumpy shell plates. Almost all of the ship’s stern, except for the marching engine made by humans, was raised by reptiles, it irritated the eye of a fleet officer, accustomed to smooth surfaces, with its bumps and irregularities characteristic of the lizard ships.

“Rrrearrr Admirrral, Sssirrr,” I heard a voice behind me and turned to the lizard who entered the command post, “Thisss isss Engineerrr Dirr-go, rrreporting forrr prrresentation to the ship’sss commanderrr.”

I stood just a little bit away, I looked at Yoon Gao, and I could hardly stop laughing. I’ve already seen the Chinese like this, it was the first time we met before the raid on the asteroid in Gliese 338 system.

* * *

Marshal listened to Bronstein’s report without interrupting or asking questions, read my report silently and said quietly:

“Rear Admiral, you’ve gone too far this time. Your military successes have made your head spin, and you’ve lost your perspective. I understand that your service to the Federation gives you the moral authority to behave a little more freely than your rank and position allow, but there are limits to everything. By your actions, you have destroyed the work of a team of specialists from another ministry and have messed up our diplomats’ plans. Not only have you displayed our diplomatic service to the Allies in a very unflattering light, you have shown them that there is no unity and order in our system of power. By doing so, you have damaged the reputation of the Federation at the most critical moment of its first official contact with the new race. Are you aware of the consequences of your actions?”

“I’m aware that all this looks very bad, Mr President. I stand ready to apologize in person to every member of the diplomatic service whose work I have disrupted, and I will do so, no doubt, but in the circumstances I saw no other solution then, and I do not see any solution now. We don’t have time, not at all. I’ve already told the Minister,” I nodded towards Bronstein, “and I’m ready to tell you again. I have a strong feeling that we are already late with the steps I outlined in my report, and if I decided to wait until the diplomatic office’s plans were realized, we would be late forever.”

“I’ve heard it before,” said Tobolsky with a vague mirthless grin, “That time with the quarg shipyards, you were in a hurry, too, Rear Admiral, but then you weren’t listened to… By the way, did you recover your own 1.5 billion rubles spent on manufacturing drone torpedoes?”

“Somehow, I hadn’t time for that, and my mom and I have more than enough royalties to live on…”

“Mr Minister, please follow up on this matter,” Tobolsky told Bronstein, and then turned his eyes on me, “Seven and a half trillion rubles and 30 per cent of the Federation’s shipbuilding capacity. Do you know what you’re asking for, Rear Admiral? The amount you gave me last time you tested your transport ring was three times smaller.”

“But the scale of the project is different now, Mr President. Circumstances have changed, a terrible threat looms over us, and at the same time a rare opportunity has emerged that must not be missed.”

“Well, I understood about the chance in your report, but the threat… Like last time, it’s not very specific.”

“Last time? Groombridge 1618 is now in the hands of the quargs. How can I be more specific, Mr. President?”

“Do you think that if you were right then, it should automatically mean that now any sensation you have will be a sufficient reason to reconfigure the entire Federation’s defense policy, Rear Admiral?” Bronstein entered into the conversation.

“I gave my opinion in my report, Mr Minister. It doesn’t matter what I think about my premonitions. My department will do deep reconnaissance of the central areas of the quarg star systems, but it will take time, and we don’t have it. It’s up to you, gentlemen, whether we wait and do nothing or take preventive steps.”

“Rear Admiral Lavroff,” the President turned to me, “I point out once again that your actions are unacceptable. I expect you to settle the issue with the diplomats and I am confident that you will not allow such incidents in the future, otherwise I will have to draw the appropriate organizational conclusions. Your report will be decided shortly and communicated to you by your immediate superior. Now you may be excused, Rear Admiral.”

* * *

When the door closed behind Lavroff, the President turned his eyes towards the Minister of Defense.

“And what do you think of all this, Mr Bronstein?”

“I’m very afraid he’s right, Ivan Sergeyevich. He’s a cheeky green upstart, but I kind of like him. I’ve never been like this myself, although, frankly, I sometimes wanted to.”

“Stop messing me around, Mr Minister. Do you realize that if he’s right, we need to urgently redirect almost half the military-industrial complex to produce the «Invisibles», pursuite planes, drone torpedoes and these segments of the transport rings not yet even tested.”

“I’ve already told Lavroff that I consider this a pure venture. But I find it hard to object when he pushes in my face the results of his previous, no less adventurous actions. And he’s right about that, surprisingly. But all of his previous operations were incomparable in scale with what he wants to do now. Even if they had ended in total failure, there would have been no catastrophe, and now… If he’s wrong or something goes wrong, we’ll have instead of a balanced fleet a strange assemblage of ships with a clear shortage of heavy streamers and an abundance of highly specialized ships, that not all commanders are able to use normally in combat. And the transport rings? We haven’t yet seen any prototypes, except for the small ring that Lavroff used to launch a tiny steel cylinder from the Barnard’s Star system. It’s not serious, Mr President. We cannot base our defence policy solely on this preliminary result. The stakes are too high.”

“In this war the stakes were always high,” replied Tobolsky, rubbing his chin with his palm, “You’re wrong, by the way, that Lavroff’s failure wouldn’t have been a disaster for us. I was shown the other day a curious report on a retrospective analysis that a group of members of my renewed security team did. There’s a lot of detail in the report about mathematical modeling, so I didn’t read it completely, but Ignat gave me a brief version with the conclusions… I think it would be good for you to see them, too.”

The Minister of Defense opened the file he received, and for a while he carefully read the text on the tablet screen, after which he looked at the President, and Tobolsky saw a mixture of surprise and confusion in his eyes.

“I think I understand now, Mr President, why you didn’t really punish Lavroff for his arbitrary actions. Eight months ago… So, according to this report, we’ve been alive for eight months because of his adventures?”

“Well, I wouldn’t make it that simple. He couldn’t have done it alone, but we couldn’t have done it without him. I didn’t believe it at first either, but the results in the report were double-checked several times by different analysts. It all fits.”

“So you’ve made up your mind, Mr President?”

“Do we have a choice?”

“Do you have such faith in Lavroff and his prognoses?”

“I do or I don’t believe it, what difference does it make? I see the results, I know that this man in the Battle of Groombridge saved the lives of three hundred million Federation citizens, myself included, and he developed the idea of the whole operation and personally participated in it. Now Lavroff has come to us to save hundreds of millions, maybe billions. He’s already proven he has every chance to do it. Are you, Mr Minister, ready to tell him «no»?”

* * *

Kappa Ceti was the seventh quarg system in which Yoon Gao’s ship arrived, on the basis of information obtained from captive quargs who managed to get rid of the block. Rear Admiral Lavroff had given the scouts two tasks. First, they should have gotten information about what the quargs were preparing for, and what they were so careful to hide in the central regions of their star systems. The second part of the task was directly related to captured men and lizards. During interrogations, some quargs had nothing to say about where they were held, other quargs pointed to three widely dispersed stars, which may have detention centres on the planets. Two of these scouts have already visited, but they haven’t found anything useful. There were only small orbital plants, and there were no terraformed planets.

Kappa Ceti was different from anything Yoon Gao’s men had seen before. The yellow dwarf, very similar to the Sun, glowed just a little fainter than its earthly counterpart. A pair of gas giants, heavily overflowing with the industrial infrastructure of the quargs, immediately suggested that the enemy was operating here on a large scale.

The new unmanned reconnaissance probes, equipped with lizard engines and the best EW systems from engineer Jeff, spread across different vectors, scanning the situation in the system. Six hours later, they came back.

“The same shit,” swore Mbia, looking at another shipyard with an almost complete aircraft carrier on a projection screen, “They’ve almost stopped building their giant battleships, but they’ve done at least two dozen of these troughs, because we probably haven’t seen everything.”

“Note, André, the ship is ready,” commented Yoon Gao on the scout’s observation, “I wouldn’t be surprised if it leaves the dock today or tomorrow. Look, they’re loading pursuit planes into it… stop! They’re not pursuit planes, Lieutenant Colonel. It’s something bigger, but not torpedo bombers.”

Yoon Gao enlarged the image and finally recognized the outlines of the ships that were slowly loaded into the belly of the enemy aircraft carrier. They were ships, not pursuit planes.

“I remember them. These are probe carriers for anti-torpedo networks, part of a system for protecting heavy ships from torpedo attacks. They’re being loaded into an aircraft carrier, so the quargs are not going to use them for defense. Our «Invisibles» will get a nasty surprise, André.”

“Yoon, notice where this dock is,” thoughtfully said Mbia, “It’s not near the gas giant, as is usually the case with us and the quargs. They dragged it to the third planet, a central part of the system. Apparently, they didn’t want us to see it. It was the same in other places, and we were all wondering why they were building aircraft carriers in such a secret. Yeah, well, these ships are a lot bigger than we’ve been used to, but an aircraft carrier is not a battleship, the size of the aircraft carrier doesn’t really matter. Looks like it wasn’t about the size, it was about the stuffing.”

“Well, they’re building battleships, too, but the quargs are intentionally placing the shipyards with battleships on the outskirts of star systems. This is all very bad. I wish we could have built a chain of hyper-beacons, as we did last time, they would have known about this threat on Earth by now. We have to get back quickly.”

“We’re not done here yet, Yoon,” Mbia has shaken his head, “The second part of the task has not yet been accomplished. Let’s see what the other probes have brought.”

Kappa Ceti’s first planet was of no value to the scouts. A stone ball, like Mercury, spinned at a short distance from the star, turning towards it with one side, on which the eternal fire day reigned. The quargs did not even try to go there, limiting themselves to sluggish activities on the night side of the planet, where they apparently found something useful for themselves, but not enough to be overzealous.

The probe then skirted the star and reached the second stone ball circling the local yellow dwarf at a much slower pace, and it was much more interesting for the quargs, and therefore for Mbia with Yoon Gao. There was no artificial sun in the orbit of the planet. Apparently, Kappa Ceti’s natural radiation was enough to create acceptable conditions on the surface. However, the quargs have obviously worked on the atmosphere of this planet, because normally such small planets do not have such a representative air coat. The probe’s scanners confirmed this suspicion by reporting signs of a gravitational correction on the planet. The abundant cloudiness of the world made it impossible to get a visual image from the surface, but the probe’s equipment, using different scanning ranges, clearly indicated that there was a fairly well-developed infrastructure at the planet. Only the word «developed» was not very suitable here, rather it was underdeveloped. First of all, this was due to the low concentration of energy there. Modern cities consume lots of energy that is used to ensure the comfort of their inhabitants. This energy is generated somewhere, transmitted to consumers, and partially dissipated in the form of thermal radiation during utilization. No matter how much energy efficiency increases, no matter how the transmission lines are isolated, good scanners will immediately determine whether they are facing a modern mega-city, a pre-space era city, or a medieval settlement. However, here we were faced with something completely incomprehensible. There were signs of modern technology, but it was kind of fragmented and lost in the mass of something that seemed to be very much outdated and clearly insufficient to sustain normal life in such large settlements.

The probe’s flight program was not directed to climb into the atmosphere and descend below the cloud layer, nor was it designed to fulfill such tasks. Mbia again scrutinized the scanner readings and turned to the ship’s commander.

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