Jack Campbell - Perilous Shield

“Close?” Drakon questioned. “How big a gap between ships?”

“Fifty meters. Maybe a hundred, depending on how risk-averse the battle cruiser’s commander is.”

“How big will the boarding party be?”

Iceni spread her hands. “That depends. A battle cruiser should have about fifteen hundred in the crew. Syndicate doctrine spells out how many to send in a boarding party based on the target and its condition but sets a maximum of half the available crew.”

“Seven hundred? Eight hundred maximum?” Drakon asked.

“If Haris’s commander follows Syndicate doctrine.”

Malin had gotten what Drakon was driving at. He smiled thinly. “Seven hundred mobile forces personnel in survival suits with hand weapons?”

“Yeah,” Drakon agreed. “Maybe some special forces among them, but that would only be a couple of platoons, at most.”

“One platoon, at most,” Iceni corrected. “And more likely Haris’s snakes than special forces. What are you thinking, General?”

“I’m thinking, Madam President, that if this comes down to a boarding operation, we’re dealing with a situation in which ground forces could balance the odds.” Drakon leaned toward her. “If that battleship were full of mobile forces personnel, we couldn’t pack it with armored ground forces. But it’s almost empty. There’s lots of room for soldiers. And if that battle cruiser can send its boarding party jumping across the gap between ships, my soldiers can jump that same gap onto the battle cruiser.”

“It’s not that simple.” Iceni bit her lip, her eyes calculating. “But it could be done. My mobile forces people can tell your people what defenses the battle cruiser would have against a counterboarding operation. It would have to be a total surprise, too. They couldn’t know we had a lot of soldiers waiting on the battleship.”

“Six days.” Drakon looked at Malin. “Can we do it? Can we get a substantial number of soldiers onto that battleship before our preparations can be spotted by Haris’s force when it arrives?”

Malin’s eyes were hooded as he ran through mental calculations, then he nodded. “I’ll have to confirm my estimate, sir, but we should be able to if we can get our people into orbit quickly. There’s a freighter in orbit, a converted passenger hauler, that’s getting ready to depart. If the President’s warships tell that freighter to wait, we can use it.”

Iceni turned to Togo. “Notify orbital control that the freighter is not to leave orbit.” She faced Drakon again. “You have no experience with boarding operations?”

“No. But I think we should try this, and I should command this operation.”

She bent her head, elbows resting on the table, forehead against her clenched hands, and said nothing for a couple of minutes. “Are you saying we should try it because it seems to be the only option?” she finally asked Drakon. “Or because it could work?”

“It’s not the only option. As Colonel Malin pointed out, we could blow up both ships. But I do think a counterboarding operation could work. If what you told me about what the battle cruiser will do is right, this is worth a try.”

“And if Haris only wants to destroy our battleship?”

Drakon thought about that, unhappy at the prospect. “We’d be screwed.”

“We’d lose the battleship,” Iceni said, “and everyone on it. Crew, soldiers, and whoever the on-scene commander was. General, we can’t afford to lose you.”

Drakon raised both eyebrows at her as he leaned back. “Was that an imperial we you used?”

“If you want to think of it that way.” Iceni scowled at him. “Who takes your place as ground forces commander if you died out there? Who takes your place as co-ruler? I’m not a fool. I know there are people who follow you who would not follow me. Someone else has to command this operation.”

“It’s nice to think that you don’t want anything to happen to me, but giving me orders—”

“I can’t make you see sense, and I can’t make you follow my orders, but I know I don’t have to.” Iceni nodded toward him. “You’re smart enough to know that I’m right.”

Drakon looked away, frowning. She’s brilliant. Openly praising me for being smart enough to know she’s right, so if I argue, I’ll be acting like I’m not so smart.

Colonel Malin cleared his throat. “Sir, Colonel Gaiene has conducted at least one boarding operation.”

“He has?” Drakon pondered that, grateful for the out that Malin’s suggestion offered. “He would be good for this operation. It calls for his talents.”

“Colonel Gaiene?” Iceni asked icily. “His talents? Does the operation involve consuming large quantities of alcohol and the attempted seduction of any female who comes within groping range of Gaiene?”

Drakon shook his head at her. “Conner Gaiene knows where to draw the line. He’s also good at exactly what this operation will require.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Iceni said.

“You know why he’s like he is. You also know how he did on Taroa.” Drakon rested his fist on the table between them. “I will not sideline Colonel Gaiene.”

She eyed him for a long moment. “Because he would not last long without responsibilities to tether him to some semblance of the man he once was?” Iceni finally asked.

Drakon hesitated, then made a deliberately vague gesture. “Because he can do it, because he’s the best officer for the job.”

“If Colonel Rogero were here, I might still argue the point. What about Colonel Kai?”

“Colonel Kai,” Malin said, “has no experience in space operations.”

Iceni looked downward for several seconds, then nodded. “All right. Gaiene can command.” She leaned close, her eyes on Drakon, and spoke very softly. “You have too many walking wounded on your staff, General.”

“War does that to people,” Drakon replied in the same low voice.

“Does that include you?”

“Hell, yes.”

She sat back again, her eyes on his. “This has to be my decision.”

“Why?”

“It’s mobile forces. If we do this, it involves a lot of your people. But ultimately, it’s a mobile forces action. It’s my responsibility to make the call.”

Drakon smiled crookedly. “You didn’t learn that while becoming a Syndicate CEO.”

“Taking responsibility for my decisions? No. I didn’t learn that from the Syndicate.” Iceni sighed. “I say we go with it.”

Drakon turned back to Malin. “Get in contact with Colonel Gaiene. Tell him a substantial part of his brigade has to be ready to lift yesterday. Full combat gear and supplies for two weeks. How much troop lift do we have?”

“We have plenty of shuttles,” Malin said.

“Have we told the freighter to remain in orbit?” Iceni asked Togo.

“Yes, Madam President.” There was no telling what Togo thought of the plan that had just been decided upon. “It was supposed to have left for Kahiki in another hour, but it was told to hold off departing. The freighter’s executive has registered a protest.”

“Oh, dear. A protest.” Iceni laughed. “Tell the executive that freighter has just been chartered, and the executive can either accept the charter with grace and the chance of reward, or . . .”

Togo almost smiled. “The executive will certainly understand the consequences of refusing an offer from the President.”

“General,” Malin said, looking up from his data pad, “if we load in less than eight hours, the freighter should be able to reach the gas giant with less than a day to spare.”

“Then let’s see how many troops we can pack into it in eight hours,” Drakon ordered. “And get everyone and everything off the freighter that we don’t need.”