Stephen Berry - The Biofab War

"What is that blue light orbiting Earth?" asked Bob. "Implacable!"

"Yes," POCSYM said. "Blue is friendly, red hostile. Shall we continue the tour?"

Stephen Ames Berry

The Biofab War

From: Grand Admiral L'Guan

Vigilant To: Captain D'Trelna, Implacable

II Sector Fleet and elements Home Fleet enroute your position. Be advised massive repeat massive enemy withdrawals from occupied sectors. Enemy converging on your position. You are to defend the planet Terra until relieved. If, in your judgment, position becomes untenable, you will retreat only after destroying all Imperial equipment on Terra. END

"Maximum detector watch. Maintain high alert," L'Wrona ordered the incoming watch as he eyed the screen. Implacable still showed as the only ship in the system. "Better get me the Captain."

Dwarfed by the huge ship, the men stood craning their necks, trying to gauge her size.

"A mile high, at least," marveled John, taking in the vast expanse of gray metal, bulging with weapons blisters and instrument pods.

"A mile and a quarter, actually," corrected POCSYM.

"And eight miles long. Designed for space but transported here by me, under orders."

"Magnificent," D’Trelna breathed. "I don't recognize her class, but she's certainly one of the great Imperial dreadnoughts. Why didn't they take her with them, POCSYM?"

There was a moment's silence, as if the computer were debating itself. If so, it reached a decision.

"They couldn't, Captain. She was exiled here, to the Empire's outer marches, greatest and last of the symbiotechnic battleships."

D’Trelna stepped back with a gasp. K'Raoda's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. A murmur of disgust swept the K'Ronarins.

"A mindslaver!" D'Trelna finally managed.

"If you will, Captain," said POCSYM with distaste. "But not just any… 'mindslaver.' She is Revenge. Does that name still mean something to you?"

The Terrans, lost by this exchange, saw that the name did indeed mean something to their allies. It flew from lip to lip.

"Only one ship has ever borne that name," said the Captain slowly. "T'Nil's Revenge."

"What's all this about?" asked Bob.

"T'Nil's Revenge

Great ship of woe

To distant time

To greater cause

Must she need go"

Quoted K'Raoda. "I always thought it just some childish doggerel," he added.

"You see before you a legend, Professor," said D'Trelna, hand sweeping the vessel. "T'Nil's Revenge, politely known as a symbiotechnic dreadnought, commonly called a mindslaver. Bigger, faster, deadlier than any battleship since her ancient day. And totally outlawed. To build a mindslaver or to research mindslaver technology carries the death penalty-a punishment otherwise reserved for high treason."

"What, pray tell, is a 'mindslaver'?" demanded an exasperated Sutherland.

"A ship having, as its various cognitive cores, disembodied human minds," POCSYM said. "Such vessels enjoyed vast superiority in Weapons, Maneuver and Tactics. Properly maintained, the mindslaves were virtually immortal."

"You might tell them the rest, POCSYM," said K'Raoda. "How such minds went quietly mad, unable to die, living only for combat, the thrill of killing. How they were controlled by technicians mindlinked with them. Of the toll it took on those men."

"This is the last mindslaver?" asked John. "Yes," POCSYM said. "The rest were destroyed as a mercy by the selfsame T'Nil whose revenge she embodies." "How so?" asked Zahava.

"The Annals say only that criminals were killing people and selling their brains for use in warships," said K'Raoda. "T'Nil, then Admiral T'Nil, brought them to justice and was crowned Emperor by a grateful people." POCSYM laughed.

The humans looked up, startled, as the resonant laughter boomed through the cavern.

"I'm sorry," POCSYM apologized, recovering. "You just reminded me, Subcommander, of what a Terran general once said when asked what history would say of him. 'History, sir, will tell lies,' he said.

"Let me tell you the truth, gentlehumans, about Revenge and T'Nil and the Mindslavers Guild. My truth.

"Once upon a time, many thousands of years ago, there were space pirates, raiding K'Ronarin shipping and small colonies. Each year the problem grew worse, with Fleet never able to catch more than an occasional small pirate ship. The captured outlaws would usually confess to knocking over a few star-yachts, but even under mindprobe proved ignorant of the large, fleet-sized raids.

"The victims of these raids disappeared forever. Ransom was never asked.

"The attacks grew larger and bolder. Fleet, responding to the public outcry, built more and more of the new symbiotechnic dreadnoughts, equipped with the brains of convicts and the terminally ill. Within five years, fleets of these great ships were scouring the galaxy, searching for the brigands' base-a hopeless task, it seemed, given the vast number of possible hiding places, the dearth of accurate intelligence.

"Heeding the cries of anguished relatives and friends of the hundreds of thousands of missing colonists and spacemen, an already overtaxed Empire dug ever-deeper to build more ships to end the scourge.

"End it did-unexpectedly.

"A task force under Admiral L'Rar T'Nil-a cagey old war dog brought out of retirement to hunt down the pirates-a task force on routine patrol received a frantic distress call from the mining colony of R'Noa. Traveling at flank speed, T'Nil's force dropped out of hyperspace almost on top of the unsuspecting outlaw fleet-sleek vessels, bearing no insignia, but deployed in standard Fleet orbit pattern.

"Although taken by surprise, the brigands made a fierce stand.

"Only when T'Nil's marines finally stormed the bridge of the sole surviving hostile vessel did resistance end. And only then did the diabolical truth come to light.

"These were no 'pirates.' They were mindslavers-avaricious men ruthlessly collecting functioning human brains. Brains which they sold to Imperial Fleet contractors to build more mindslavers to hunt down the nonexistent pirates.

"The captured ship was a brainstrip facility. The colonists' brains were carefully removed and their empty, frozen bodies sold for surgical spare parts on the black market.

"The mindslavers had only partially scrubbed their records before dying. A complete list of their shareholders was recovered. It contained some of the most powerful and wealthy names in the Empire: senators, industrialists, financiers, senior officers, privy councilors, members of the royal family. All had profited handsomely from the venture.

"T'Nil was a brilliant strategist, and not just in space. He was adept at the political infighting that pervaded both Court and Fleet-'that fox,' the Emperor had once called him, unkindly.

"More, he commanded the close loyalty of his officers and men, for he'd been given back his old battlegroup, Task Force Forty-Seven. They'd followed the Admiral into hell more than once. Now he asked them to do so again, for he knew his command and life would be forfeit if he sent an honest report of the action.

"Task Force Forty-Seven disappeared into space, captured ship in tow.

"With unseemly haste, T'Nil and his men were proclaimed deserters and traitors, tried in absentia and sentenced to death.

"Two months later, raiders in Fleet uniform seized the civil communications station orbiting K'Ronar and broadcast graphic proof of all that I've just related to a horrified, sickened Empire: brainless, recognizable heads, holograms of the brainstrip vessel, airtight documentation.

"The ensuing popular revolt was brief but bloody enough for a general catharsis.