Jack Campbell - Leviathan

He nerved himself, then took a couple of steps forward.

The soldier began walking as soon as Geary stopped, moving with a steady stride until coming to a halt directly before him. One hand raised and the soldier’s faceplate popped open. She saluted. “Major Problem, Admiral.”

He returned the salute. “What problem do you—”

“Excuse me, sir, that’s my name,” the soldier interrupted in long-suffering tones. “Major Jan Problem.”

“I see. I’m sorry,” Geary added, not able to think of anything else appropriate.

“I’ve gotten used to it, Admiral. Mostly. What’s going on, sir?”

“You tell me,” Geary said. “What is your armor telling you?”

She gestured toward the Marines. “Hostile forces. Contain. Disarm.”

“As you can see, they’re Alliance Marines.”

“Yes, sir. I did see that, which is why I know they should not be hostile, but if I try to disarm them, they are likely to become very hostile. My colonel has told us to hold position until further notice.”

“Did he give a reason?” Geary asked.

“Yes, sir. The orders to contain and disarm allegedly came from the ground forces commander in Varandal Star System within two minutes of your forces arriving on this station, but that officer is known by us to be on the primary inhabited world, five light-minutes from here. It would have taken at least ten minutes for our general to see what was happening and send those orders back to us. My colonel is trying to confirm where those orders actually came from.”

“There have been false orders issued in the name of Admiral Timbale as well,” Geary said. “I assure you, we are not here to act against the Alliance or in any unlawful manner. We are here because the software in Ambaru, all of it, including that in your battle armor, has been infected by malware which is selectively altering your sensor picture, blocking and changing communications, and possibly causing other harm. We have patches you can use to reboot your systems and give you full control over them again.”

“That’s why the Marines aren’t answering us?” Major Problem asked, her eyes widening in surprise. “Their comms are messed up?”

“Actually, the Marine comms are fine. It’s your comms that are blocking transmissions from the Marines, and from me, and who knows what else.”

“Excuse me, sir.” The major began speaking into her comm system, paused, spoke again, paused, then muttered a few words under her breath. “I tried telling my colonel, and my own comms cut off.”

“You’ll have to do a face-to-face,” Geary said. “Like we are doing here.”

“This is the Syndics, right, Admiral? Playing their damned games again.”

Geary took a deep breath before replying. “We don’t know for certain who is responsible. We only know that the malware involved is coming in through official updates and has all of the latest code approvals and accesses.” He offered some data coins. “These contain the software patches you’ll need.”

The major took them, eyeing the coins dubiously. “These are going to impact official updates? Who authorized the patches, sir? I know my colonel will want to know.”

“I’ve authorized them,” Geary said.

“You’re not in our chain of command, sir, but I’ll leave that up to my colonel to decide.” She frowned, listening as a message came in over her armor’s comm circuit. “Sir, we just received orders directly from Admiral Timbale. Not just the colonel. All of us.”

“Those orders didn’t come from Admiral Timbale,” Geary said. “I haven’t been able to contact him myself for some time. Until I talk to him face-to-face, I won’t believe any messages I receive, even if they have all of the proper authentication codes.”

“I need to pass that on as well. With your permission, Admiral, I will rejoin my forces and personally brief my colonel on what you have told me.”

“The sooner, the better,” Geary said, returning the major’s salute.

He briefed General Carabali and Desjani on what he had learned as he watched the major walk briskly back to her lines. “Make sure the Marines know the ground forces don’t intend moving in, and they should not target or fire on the ground forces under any circumstances. I don’t want anyone accidentally letting off a round at Major Problem.”

“If I were Major Problem,” Carabali commented, “I’d get myself busted to captain as fast as I could. It looks like the ground forces are handling this professionally, but I think I see something else in their reactions.”

“What’s that?” Geary asked.

“It feels as if the ground forces didn’t entirely trust their sensors or comms before now. They’re double-checking orders, and they’re doing visual confirmations of what their sensors tell them. Things must have been happening that have caused the ground forces to adopt such measures.”

“Problems with the official software that created problems for even routine operations by the ground forces?”

“That’s entirely possible, Admiral. The software we use is so complex and interrelated that if you pull one string of code, it creates knots in all kinds of places. Those secret subroutines might have been causing problems all across the board, problems that were having a growing impact on the effectiveness of our combat systems.”

“It’s a good thing we beat the Syndics when we did,” Desjani commented. “From the look of things, we were well on our way to defeating ourselves.”

That might still happen, Geary thought, hoping that he hadn’t accidentally said it out loud. “Once we get this situation stabilized and find Admiral Timbale, I’ll meet with all of the senior military and civilian officials on Ambaru. Then we’ll have to brief the senior ground forces and aerospace forces commanders as well.”

“A lot of other people could have gone to Ambaru to set up that meeting,” she said. “You shouldn’t be risking yourself.”

“Everyone needs to know that I am giving the orders they are seeing,” he said. “My being here in person is the only way to make sure that happens. Would those station officials have risked walking to the ground forces if anyone but I had asked?”

Desjani changed the subject quickly enough to make it clear she knew she would not win the argument. “We’re not spotting any unusual activity in space. No shuttle launches, no alerting of station defenses. It’s all quiet out here.”

“That’s good.” He looked around, seeing what still appeared to be a perfectly normal view from a shuttle dock on Ambaru if you didn’t count the total lack of passing traffic. “But from here it all seems quiet inside the station as well, and we know it isn’t. Hold on. More company is coming.”

Instead of another ground forces officer as Geary had expected, two civilians were walking into the dock, one man and one woman. Neither were the officials he had sent off earlier to speak to the ground forces. Both looked official even though neither wore an obvious uniform. Somehow, though, their generic suits gave the impression of still being a kind of uniform.

They stopped before Geary, and the elder of the two smiled politely at him. “Admiral, we have to speak with you urgently. It is a matter of Alliance security.”

“Is it?” Geary asked. “I’m sort of busy at the moment with matters of Alliance security.”

“We’re going to defuse all of that, Admiral,” the younger of the two said in tones of utter confidence that grated on Geary’s nerves.

“Are you?” he asked. “And just who do you work for?”

“The Alliance, Admiral.”

“That’s nice. Exactly what part of the Alliance?” Geary pressed.

“Sir,” the younger of the two said, “we can tell you that when we are in a secure location, you are briefed into several very important programs, and the necessary security oaths are given—”