Stephen Berry - The AI War

"The old spaceport," said the captain. "It's just a huge clearing now-they built right in the center of it."

L'Kor held up a hand. "Wait," he said, temper under control. "Fine. We get in, we blow it up. There's no chance we'll get out. They'll counterattack with everything they've got."

"We fall back through the tubes," said G'Sol. She turned to the Terran.

"If we can find the entrance," said L'Kor. "And if it's intact."

"What…" began Zahava.

"Subterranean travel system," explained the captain. "Imperials built it, we stripped it, centuries ago. It connected the principal points on this island and the rest of the archipelago."

"If the entrance is obvious," said the Terran, "the AIs will have found it."

"It isn't," said G'Sol. "But I know where it is."

"How?" said L'Kor.

"University field trip," she said.

"What? Five, seven years ago?"

"Yes."

"No," said the major. "I'm not risking all our lives on a half-remembered field trip, Captain." Turning abruptly, L'Kor walked back toward the brush.

"He'll come around," said G'Sol as the two women followed.

"When?" said Zahava. The captain didn't answer.

A woman in mufti had joined the waiting troopers. She was talking to the senior NCO when L'Kor stepped into the clearing.

"They're processing the children tomorrow," said the woman in a rush. She was young, round-faced, her eyes shining bright and angry in the light from the battletorches. "The order just went out to the education commission. The bus convoy's to be at the processing center by noon."

"Lieutenant S'Lat, Zahava Tal," said the major.

The lieutenant nodded at the Terran, then continued. "They're to be shipped from their schools first thing in the morning. The usual lie-inoculation and relocation. What are we going to do, Major?"

Zahava felt Lieutenant S'Lat would do something alone if she had to. Then the Terran looked at the questioning circle of faces surrounding L'Kor, and knew the lieutenant wouldn't be alone. You're about to have a mutiny, Major, she thought.

"Some of you think I've avoided engaging the enemy because I'm a coward," said the major, eyes at the troopers. "I'm not a coward. I'm not a fool. I wasn't going to squander our lives-I wanted us to buy something with them. Now's our moment-we'll buy the children back. We'll take the AIs ' butcher hall, get the children out the tubes, fight a holding action, then blow the place up when the counterattack breaks through.

"Anyone wants out, fall out," he said in the same easy voice. "You're free to go."

No one moved.

"Very well," he said. "We'll commandeer some transport and go in behind the bus convoy."

"It's not your fight," L'Kor said a few moments later as the unit moved quietly down the hill toward the road.

"Of course it is," said Zahava. "Those machines want us all dead, every human in this galaxy. It's as much my duty to fight them here as it would be yours to fight them on my world."

"We'll all be killed," said the major.

The Terran shrugged, a gesture lost to the night. "We all die."

Zahava glanced up when they reached the roadway. The stars were out, a few of them growing fainter, moving away from D'Lin-AI ships headed into space. And where are you going in such a rush? she wondered as they set up the ambush.

D'Trelna entered the bridge and went to his station, acknowledging the commandos' salutes with a curt nod. "Well?" he said, sinking into the flag chair.

L'Wrona turned from his console. "We're ready for the final jump into the D'Linian system. All sections are at battle stations."

"Damage control?"

"We've recovered from the algorithm," said the captain. "All life support systems are at optimum. There was some minor water damage to hangar deck electronics- nothing serious. Final report pending."

"Communications with FleetOps?" he asked, knowing the answer.

"Still out. The problem's not in the skipcomm buoy- we've tried two others. There's a general blockage on all skipcomm bands."

D'Trelna dialed up a fata. "Interesting," he said, frowning at the small plume of steam. "Have we a position?"

L'Wrona nodded. "Halfway across the quadrant."

"Plot it. We'll visit them after D'Lin," said the commodore, sipping. "Stand by to jump."

As L'Wrona gave the orders N'Trol's face flashed onto D'Trelna's comm screen. "Commodore," he nodded.

"Ah, Mr. N'Trol," smiled D'Trelna. "Ship all tidied up?"

"Of course," said the engineer. "I've called to report that one of the U'Sur long-range fighters has had its on-board computer replaced by a shuttle's on-board computer."

Implacable carried ten fighters-they'd come with the ship out of stasis and were rarely used. The U'Sur was a deep-space fighter, designed to combat similar craft trying to destroy their mother ship. It was a tactic little used since the Empire, thus relegating the U'Surs to infrequent joy-rides by junior officers, or to the occasional danger-fraught courier run.

"So?" said D'Trelna.

N'Trol sighed. "That's a fine machine, Commodore. Integrate it with any small ship I know of, from shuttle to recon craft, and you'd have an intelligent, deadly little ship, totally loyal to its mission programming."

"So?" repeated the commodore, finishing his t'ata as the jump klaxon sounded.

"So we're missing a lifepod," N'Trol said, disconnecting.

"So we are," said D'Trelna to himself. He was still thinking about it when they jumped.

Stephen Ames Berry

The AI War

A great black gash in the green veldt was all that remained of the old Imperial port of D'Lin. Its buildings had long ago been scrapped, leaving only the duraplast landing field to stand against the years. Save for the delicate network of cracks lacing it, the field stood undamaged by the centuries, mute witness to the durability of Imperial technology.

The AIs' processing center sat in the middle of the broad field, rising from the plain as one approached. Zahava and L'Kor stood, hanging onto the canopy frame and looking over the truck cab toward the center, now perhaps a half mile away down the deserted two-lane road.

Zahava had been expecting Dachau-what she saw was understated but just as chilling: five low, square white buildings, surrounded by a fence, shining beneath the early morning sun. A white flag with a green circle flew over the center building. The gate was closed and guarded by two sentries wearing the same uniform as L'Kor and his troopers.

"Health and Healing," said the major, looking at the flag.

They'd stolen the truck from two goods drivers and they'd left the men tied by the roadside. Then they'd piled into the back. G'Sol at the wheel and S'Lat beside her, they'd driven through the last of the night. Zahava had tried to sleep, but the uneven road surface and the everlasting humidity had kept her awake through most of the ride, sweating and worrying-worrying about John, worrying about Implacable, worrying about D'Lin and this frail expedition. Exhausted, she'd finally slumped against L'Kor, sleeping the last few miles as dawn came and they left the rain forest behind.

The major had awakened as they'd passed twenty-four lavender school buses, empty save for the drivers, headed back to the city.

L'Kor slid open the back window to the cab. "Right through," he said. "Hard and fast, as planned." G'Sol nodded, eyes on the road.

L'Kor turned back to his unit. "Positions," he ordered, bracing the now-familiar blastrifle against the cab roof. Zahava did the same. The troopers knelt, facing outward, weapons steadied along the hard wooden benches, the muzzles protruding just below the canopy hem.

The sentries stopped patrolling as the truck approached, unslinging their rifles. They relaxed as the truck slowed, then died as Zahava and the major opened fire. The sentries' bodies sparked blue as the blaster bolts tore through them, slamming back against the gate.