Graham Paul - The battle for Commitment planet

Heads swiveled as a map of Maranzika, Commitment's largest continent, appeared on the holovid, a jagged-edged mass a good 17,000 kilometers long north to south, its center pinched in to a narrow neck less than 1,500 kilometers wide.

"The Nationalists' strategy is clear, even if achieving their military goals is proving difficult thanks to the fact that the Hammers have an air force and the NRA doesn't. In the west, they have attacked Bretonville, and our analysts are predicting that they will soon launch an attack on the towns of Perdan and Daleel to the east. The Hammers pushed the NRA out of Bretonville eventually, and the analysts think any attack on Perdan and Daleel will suffer the same fate, but I'm damn sure they'll be back to try again until they succeed. When they succeed, they will have cut Maranzika in half along a line"-Michael's pointer slashed across the holovid-"running east-west between the Branxton Ranges and the floodplains of the Oxus and Krommer rivers, about four hundred k's south of the capital, McNair. Not the end of the world for the Hammers, but a massive psychological win for the NRA. Janos?"

"Makes sense," Kallewi said. "This is not war as we marines think of it. It's about making the citizen in the street believe that there is a real alternative to the Hammer government. So every time the NRA has a win, the Hammers lose and the NRA gains credibility. Then Nationalist agitators call the mobs out onto the streets, and DocSec can't cope. That forces planetary defense onto the streets to try to maintain control of the cities, easing pressure on the NRA front line and eroding morale inside planetary defense. If planetary defense cannot contain the situation, the marines get called in, which they hate. We know from intelligence reports that not one marine, from the commanders down to the lowest grunt, signed on to fight unarmed civilians, and that erodes morale, which in turn allows the NRA to make more gains, and so on. From the Nationalist's point of view, it's a virtuous circle… but only so long as the NRA keeps delivering."

Kallewi paused. "Which brings us," he continued, "to the NRA's main problem: getting the weapons and supplies they need to support larger- and larger-scale operations. There's a limit to what the NRA and their Nationalist cadres can steal from the Hammers, and their lack of heavy ground-attack landers and air-superiority fliers is a major weakness. Once away from the Branxton Ranges, the NRA is vulnerable to Hammer air power. Bretonville showed that. They captured it but weren't able to hold on to it."

Michael nodded. Kallewi had put his finger on the NRA's weakness. "Mind you," he said, "the Hammers did a lot of damage in recapturing the city. I'm not sure the locals will be too happy about that, not happy at all."

"No, they wouldn't," Kallewi said. "History shows that the indiscriminate use of too much firepower alienates the locals, drives recruits into the arms of the NRA, enhances the moral authority of the Revival Party, and degrades intelligence assets. So Bretonville was a bit of a Pyrrhic victory for the Hammers. That's not the least of their problems. The Hammers outgun the NRA by a huge margin, but that only works for them if the NRA stands and fights the way it fought at Bretonville. The NRA has to avoid conventional battles and stick to what they do best: hit and run. That way, they embarrass the Hammers, making them look weak and in effective just when the Hammers most need to look strong and in control. Even so, the more hardware they can get, the better."

"Talking of hardware," Ferreira said, "I see from the latest intelligence summary that there are reports the NRA has established a manufacturing complex, a large one, so maybe they're not having to steal everything they need."

"Which brings me to my next point," Michael said. "If they have a secure manufacturing base, they'll have access to raw materials and power. If we supplied them with microfabs…"

Ferreira whistled softly. "Now you're talking, sir. What a difference that would make. The NRA will have proper gear, not that obsolete Hammer shit."

"And," Chief Fodor said, throwing an evil grin at Chief Chua, "it just so happens we know where to lay our hands on a few spare microfabs."

"Wouldn't happen to be down in the engineering workshops, would they, Chief?" Michael asked.

"They just might be, sir," Fodor said, "but getting them out won't be easy. Microfabs, my ass! Micro they might be, but small they are not."

"No, I know that, Chief, but we've talked long and hard about doing this because we can make a difference, and giving the NRA access to microfabs is the biggest difference we'll ever make. Those damn things can make anything, given enough time. So the question is, can we get them out?"

"Don't know how, but we will, sir," Fodor said. "I guarantee it."

"Glad to hear it. But what about the knowledge bases to drive them? A microfab is no good unless it knows what to produce."

"I might be able to help there," Chief Chua said. "One of my propulsion techs in the old Cordwainer married a woman from the Rogue Worlds. He set himself up as a knowledge broker. He'd know where to lay his hands on a library of microfab knowledge bases. Not as good as ours, but they'll be a damn sight better than anything the Hammers have."

Michael winced. "A Rogue Worlds knowledge broker? That won't be cheap, even if he is an old buddy of yours."

"He'll be fair, so let me see what he can do."

"Okay, good. The rest of the intelligence summary is unchanged, so I won't waste time repeating it all. Suffice it to say that things are not looking good for our man Polk. Next item. Jayla."

"Yes, sir?"

"The ops plan to achieve all this. Where are we up to?"

"We finished the latest draft of the plan last night. Operation Gladiator, I'm calling it, by the way. Now, the next step is to…"

"Right, folks. I think that just about does it. Anything else we need to talk about?"

"Yes, sir. One thing."

"Go ahead, Kat."

"As you know, Fleet's approved our request for a second Block 6 heavy lander," Sedova said. "Don't know how Admiral Jaruzelska swung it, but she's made it happen. The amended master equipment list came through this morning."

"Saw that," Michael said. "Even better, I received a personal comm from the admiral telling me we should have the lander within the week."

"Didn't think the string pulling would stop with the master equipment list, sir," Sedova said with a smile, "but that gives us a bit of a problem. The lander will have a command pilot, a recent graduate of combat flight school like me, plus a petty officer loadmaster and crew."

"Damn," Michael said. "The crew's no problem. We know how to handle them, when to bring them in on what we're doing, but the command pilot and loadmaster… um… they're a problem. Not sure what we do with them. Any thoughts?"

"Kat, may I?" Ferreira asked.

"Sure, go ahead."

"I know it'll be difficult," Ferreira said, "but we have to keep the command pilot and loadmaster in the dark until we brief the troops. It won't be easy, but I don't think we have any other option. We're all in this because we know you. More to the point, we know we can trust you. They won't, they can't; they're brand new. If we ask them the hard question, they'll say yes and two seconds later run off to the brass screaming 'mutiny, mutiny.' I know I would."

"I agree, sir," Sedova said. "The XO's right. It will be hard, but they have to stay ignorant until the last minute. Gives us time to work on them, though we have to be realistic. The chances of them committing to the craziest scheme in all of human history aren't good."

"I think that's right, Kat," Michael said. "So keep them in the dark, agreed?"-heads nodded in confirmation-"And plan for what happens if they do say no. Kat, what do you think?"