Chris Bunch - Legion 3 - Storm Force

Storm Force

Last Legion 03

by Chris Bunch

CHAPTER 1

Cumbre/D-Cumbre

The clerk looked over the top of her fashionably antique glasses at the rather odd couple in front of her,

odd even for a spaceport's operations section.

One was human, but about two and a half meters tall, with a weightlifter's build, prematurely balding,

wearing a flight suit with the rank tabs of a Confederation ForcesCentand the name tag dill.

The other was even bigger than Dill. He was an alien, one of the Musth who'd been defeated in the

brutal war half an E-year gone. He was fur-covered, his banded coat light to dark brown in color, with

black tips on his feet and tail. His neck was long, head pointed, round ears cocked. Strangely, he wore a

weapons harness in the blue/white colors of the Confederation.

The woman's expression hardened. "You wish?"

"CentBen Dill," the big man said, holding out a requisition slip. "To pick up the navigational material

requested by the Force. YAG Nine-three-X is the number on the requisition slip."

"I'm not sure I know where it is," the clerk said. "Besides, my superior's out for the day. Perhaps you'd

come back later, after I have time to look. By tomorrow certainly."

"By tomorrow I'm one long gone goose," Dill said. "And it'd be the one right over there. In the security

case."

The clerk sniffed, put the case on the table, then slid the form back to Dill, trying to land it on the floor.

Both the Musth and Dill reached. Dill's hand was on the form, the Musth's double-thumbed paw atop his.

"Still faster'n you, Alikhan," Dill said cheerfully. He dug a pen from his flight suit, signed, picked up the

case.

"Half a nice half-life," he said, and the two went out.

The clerk watched them walk toward a lifter, took a small box from her purse, lifted her com, touched

sensors. There was a click on the other end.

"Mar Eleven," she said. "Scrambling." She touched a sensor on the box.

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The answering voice was synthed, neutral.

"Scramble acknowledged. Report."

In the lifter, Alikhan looked back at the office. "That one does not like me." The son of the late Musth

War Leader Wlencing, he had been captured near the beginning of the war, and been instrumental in

bringing peace.

Since the Confederation Strike Force, called the Legion by its members, had begun using the superb

Musth fighter craft, Alikhan had been offered a pilot's commission. He, and a scattering of other Musth

combat veterans, not sure of what they wanted but knowing they didn't want the drabness of peace,

became Confederation mercenaries.

"Probably not," Ben Dill said. "Lotof people don't like uniforms."

"That was not it."

"Hokay," Dill said. "Go ahead and take it personally. She doesn't like Musth. Maybe you guys ate her

lover or something."

"We would not eat a member of another species, especially one that probably tastes as rank as you."

"Couldn't prove your secret tastes by me," Dill said. "Just 'cause we hiked half a planet together once

upon a time doesn't mean you weren't repressing your an-thropopopawhatevergagous tendencies. Look

at that rotten meat you get loaded on."

"Will your people always hate us?"

"Probably," Dill said as he took the lifter off, heading toward the bay and across to the Force's base

onChanceIsland . "At least until you fuzzy bastards are as good-looking as I am. Or until they've got

something newer to hate."

"Humans are strange."

"And of course you Musth are paragons of frigging logic and sense, who never get pissed at nobody for

no particular reason or other."

Alikhan showed fangs, and hissed from the back of his throat. That was the Musth sign of amusement.

ChanceIsland, home of the Legion's central base, sat in the middle ofDharmaIsland 's huge

bay.CampMahan had been completely destroyed in the Musth War, and gravlifters were still scooping

up rubble and taking it out to sea. They regularly found a Force-woman or -man's entombed body, killed

during the fighting, and work stopped for a burial ceremony.

The Force, slowly rebuilding to its ten-thousand-strong authorized strength, was now scattered across

D-Cumbre, with only Headquarters and Fourth Regiment atCampMahan , living and working in

temporary prefabs.

They had been assigned to the Cumbre system some nine years earlier, as a stopgap against any

intentions the equally expansionistic Musth might have on the Confederation Empire. Out there on the

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fringes of the Empire, the Force was also intended to keep the peace among the class-ridden Cumbrians

themselves.

As usual, nothing ever happens as predicted, and four years after the Force—then grandiosely called

Swift Lance—deployed to Cumbre, the Confederation disintegrated.

No one on Cumbre quite knew what had happened, since they'd had more than enough troubles of their

own, first with the uprising by the 'Raum, the "underclass" of Cumbre, and then with the Musth.

That war was over, but there would be new troubles, most likely "Protector" Alena Redruth, the tyrant

who controlled the systems of Larix andKura , blocking the normal navigational tracks between Cumbre

and the Empire. He'd already offered his "protection" to Cumbre, with only the Musth attack keeping him

from taking over that system as well.

War with Larix/Kura was inevitable. The Force's new commander,CaudGrig Angara, had cleverly

conned Planetary Government into passing a special tax, while everyone was still feeling warm and loving

about the military. Part of the special tax was for shipbuilding, to give the Force an

interplanetary/interstellar capability.

The problem was, no Cumbrian shipyard had much experience designing or building warships, especially

on an assembly-line basis, and construction was proceeding slowly. The Legion had therefore been

forced to contract with their former enemy for starships.

Parked in the ruins of the Force's huge landing field was one of the Musth destroyer-classvelv, all

weapons station bulges and strange finning. It had been delivered by a Musth shipyard that month, after

being modified to human standards. Other Musth ships were coming in-system as fast as the alien yards

could work.

Thevelv'shybrid modification was made even more strange by the twoaksai, the Musth

open-crescent-shaped fighting ships, mag-coupled to the top of thevelv'shull.

Workers scurried around thevelv, in a final loading frenzy. Dill landed the lifter and took the case with

the nav-data for the presumed-enemy systems of Larix andKura to the ship, Alikhan bouncing beside him

like a curious puppy.

* * *

Ab Yohns decided he'd never get used to reporting to a machine.

"Our agent also reports the Confederation officer said he would be departing this system within the next

two days. Have no data on mission intent or other details. Clear."

The transmission was compressed to a blurt, spat into space to a transceiver on K-Cumbre, the system's

last planet in a regular orbit, then sent into hyper-space, bouncing three more times before reaching its

destination on Larix.

The transmitter beeped that the signal had been received, and Yohns shut it down. He went up the cellar

stairs, came out in the rear of a tiny closet, closed the trapdoor behind him, and pushed past hanging

coats into one bedroom of his villa.

He added an unknown amount to his credits waiting on Larix, wondered how many millions awaited the

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day when the hounds got too close or his nerve cracked and he called for extraction. He decided to

reward himself with one drink, mixed it strong, and strolled out onto the veranda overlooking the tiny

mountainvillageofTungi .

Yohns was heavily tanned, looked younger than his forty-plus years, and played the role of an

independently wealthy, mildly reclusive offworlder, living on his investments. He certainly didn't match

anyone's idea of what a contract spy looked like.

Far distant across the bay wasChanceIsland . Yohns decided he'd put a motion detector and a camera

in place to record the Legion ship's liftoff, and if the time differed significantly from his original report, he'd

file a backup, even though it'd most likely arrive in the Larix system at the same time as the ship.

He, like his master Alena Redruth, had been expecting a move by the Force.

"I don't want any flipping heroics,"HaulJon Hed-ley, the gangling Force executive officer, said quietly.

"I rather resent that," Ann Heiser said. She and Danfin Froude, one a physicist, the other a

mathematician, were two of the three civilians in the floodlit bustle around thevelv. They were the recently

added Scientific Analysis Section that Froude had convinced the Force CO he needed.

"I've never thought of myself as Horatia at the Bridge," Heiser added.

"I wasn't talking to you as much as to your esteemed colleague, who's been known to be a little nipping

suicidal in his investigations," Hedley said. "But you can listen, too. I never trust civilians not to do

something dumb like getting killed."

"I have a quite sensible regard for my own skin," Danfin Froude said.

Hedley snorted in disbelief.

CaudAngara,COof the Legion, a smallish, intense man in his early fifties, smiled. "Don't mind him. He's

just angry I won't let him go."

Hedley, about to say something, broke off asMilGarvin Jaansma, Legion Intelligence Section

commander andCentNjangu Yoshitaro, head of the Force's Intelligence and Reconnaissance Company,

approached, saluted.

Garvin was blond, muscled, stalwart, in his mid-twenties, and looked like a recruiting poster.

Njangu was slender, dark, two years younger than Jaansma. His name, in Earth's ancient ki-Swahili,

meant "bad."

"dangerous." No one argued that Njangu was well named.

"Everything's aboard except the people," Jaansma said.

"No problems?" Hedley asked.

"Just one," Jaansma said.

Njangu looked a bit surprised.

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"We're taking another civilian along besides these two," Jaansma said.

"Like who?" Yoshitaro puzzled.

"Like you."

"Oh for… stop trying to be funny."

"Not being funny," Jaansma said. "According to records, your enlistment's expired. Four years you've

been a-soldiering, and now it's time to pay you off and let you go out and try to find a job worthy of your

talents. Shoveling shit, I should rather imagine."

Yoshitaro gaped, recovered.

"Boss," he said to Hedley, "tell him we don't have time for this crap."

"Not at all,"Angara said, hiding a grin. "It's the attention to details that makes a good soldier better.

Guess we'll have to devolunteer you, eh?"

Njangu stood in silence. Hedley looked closely.

"What's the matter?"

Yoshitaro didn't answer for an instant. He was realizing that he was now legally a civilian, that he could

tell them to shove this job and all the rest, like he'd been threatening for about 3.99 E-years, since being

forced into uniform by a vengeful criminal court. So he could be a civilian. And then?

"Ah hell," he said. "Do you want me to stick up a paw and swear again?"

"Not if you really don't want to," Garvin said. "I guess we'd miss you and all."

Hedley checked a watch finger. "We're still short of the tick," he announced. "So we've got a few more

minutes to screw around, being cute and building flipping morale."

"Consider me sworn," Njangu said to Garvin, his nominal superior. "Sir. Now go say good-bye to your

honey."

"With your permission, sir?"

"Go, already," Hedley said.

Garvin went to the side of the bustle, where the only other civilian waited. She was Jasith Mellusin, head

of Mellusin Mining, a billionaire, and someone who'd let the Force use her resources whenever

necessary.

Jasith was a few years younger than Garvin, model-slender, and still wore her dark hair long. She and

Garvin had been lovers for a time, then, after her father's death, she ended her relationship with him, for a

reason neither of them quite understood, and married another member of the rich set, the Rentiers. That

brief marriage had exploded during the Musth War, and she'd returned to Garvin, neither of them quite

sure where their relationship was going.

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"Well," Garvin said awkwardly.

"I suppose," Jasith said, "I should be grateful you just keep going out doing dangerous things, instead of

having a drug habit or screwing around on me."

"This isn't dangerous," Garvin said. "We're just going out, all quiet, and have a look at things."

"You're a crappy liar. Now kiss me, so I can get out of here and not have anybody see me acting like a

twiddle in a romance."

Garvin obeyed, and they held each other tightly.

"You be sure and come back now?"

Garvin nodded, didn't say anything.

Jasith kissed him again, broke away from the embrace, and hurried to her exotic speedster. She got in,

and seconds later lifted off. Garvin watched her nav lights flit across the water toward her mansion

onLeg-gettIsland .

Yoshitaro, some meters away, watched. Beside him was FirstTwegMonique Lir, senior

noncommissioned officer of I&R.

"See what happens," he said, "when you go and get entangled? Gets harder to say good-bye every

time."

Two months earlier, Yoshitaro and his politician lover, Jo Poynton, had split for the second and

seemingly final time, as she'd resigned her position with PlanGov to go to another island and try sculpting.

Lir didn't respond to that.

"I'm still pissed, boss," Lir said. "Hedley's let both of you go. What'U happen to I&R if you don't come

back?"

"I guess you'd have to take that commission every-body keeps shoving at you and become an officer,

wouldn't you?"

Monique Lir growled like the somewhat humorless carnivore she was.

"Come on, Njangu," Garvin said. "We're the only ones still a-dragging." He salutedAngara , and they,

and the two scientists, went up the ramp, into thevelv.

There were four pilots aboard thevelv: Ben Dill, recently certified as trained on the Musth ship; Alik-han;

another Musth, Tvem, to fly oneaksai;Jacqueline Boursier for the other. Another ten Legionnaires,

including another Musth, almost all technicians, crewed thevelv.

"A strong team,"Angara said.

"Strong enough to flipping come back and have what we need, I hope," Hedley muttered.

Minutes later, thevelvwhined to life, lifted from the tarmac, and, without ceremony or clearance, climbed

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for space.

CHAPTER 2

N-Space

"I think," Dr. Danfin Froude said, "I might have a theory on why the Confederation has forgotten us."

"You're assuming the whole damned thing hasn't just fallen apart, which is reassuring for somebody like

me who's on the Imperial Payroll," Yoshitaro said.

He, Alikhan, Froude, and Heiser were in what passed for the ve/v's wardroom. Dill and Jaansma had

the watch.

"Is that truth," Alikhan asked, "or are you being metaphoric? I ask, because, if I have become one who

fights for pay, should I be concerned with my own wages?"

"He's being cute," Ann Heiser said.

"Then," Alikhan continued, "why is it our duty to concern ourselves with the fate of the Confederation?"

"Wouldn't you give a damn," Njangu asked, "if all of a sudden your loveletters home weren't getting

answered?"

"You mean, if all of the worlds of the Musth appeared to have vanished?" Alikhan was silent for a

moment. "At first, I think not terribly, since obviously you are talking about the government, not the

people themselves.

"As you know, we Musth pride ourselves on our independence, our solitary thinking. But we are

deceiving ourselves, at least to a degree.

"So of course, if I heard nothing from my own worlds, I would want to know what happened."

Froude was about to say something, when Alikhan held up a paw.

"Bear with me for a moment," he said. "For my thinking is not complete.

"There would be more than just curiosity. To think I, or any of my race, would deny that we care about

the many generations that have put us where we are, made us what we are… that would be the thinking

of a savage."

Froude nodded somberly. "We know that we still have some order, some civilization. Therefore, it

devolves upon us to accept the responsibility of investigating the disaster and, if possible, rectifying the

situation.

"Though thinking that we're the only ones in the galaxy who care sounds rather egocentric, or possibly

I'm using the wrong word, and I should be saying we're veering close to solipsism."

"Words," Yoshitaro said. "Let's go back to your grand theory, Doctor. That'll pass the time until the next

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jump, and make me forget about my stomach bounding around."

"The problem is not only ships from Cumbre bound for Confederation ports not returning, but no ships

from Centrum or other Confederation worlds arriving at all, as well as a blackout on all subspace

communications, correct?

"Consider this," Froude continued. "There are a certain number of navigational points that are convenient

to reach the Cumbre System. Most of those pass close to or within the twin systems of Larix andKura .

"It's certainly well established that Protector Red-ruth would like to add Cumbre to the two systems he

controls."

"I think you're belaboring the obvious," Heiser said.

"Whuppin' up on a dead horse is how we'd put it," Yoshitaro said.

"Let us consider our problems," Froude went on, unruffled. "First, corns from the homeworlds. Easy to

black out, since the transmission pointsallpass through Larix/Kura. I looked that up, by the way. One

problem solved. Ships bound for the Confederation are seized by Larix/Kura. That's already known. We

have tapes."

"Which leaves only one other question, which is the one that screws the goat," Heiser said.

"Very vulgar, Doctor," Froude said. "But that's easy enough. Suppose the Confederation is having its

own set of problems."

"That's obvious, too," Yoshitaro said. "Garvin and I saw that when we were raw recruits, just passing

through Centrum."

"Suppose our dear friend Redruth has informed the Confederation, oh what a pity," Froude said, "the

Cumbre System appears to have fallen into chaos and anarchy. Would the Confederation bother sending

anyone out to check?"

"Maybe once, maybe twice," Yoshitaro said. "Maybe not at all."

"And those ships Redruth could easily destroy," Alikhan said, "since the Confederation would still think

of him as an ally."

"Just so," Froude said. "Now doesn't that conveniently account for our isolation?"

"Which means," Njangu said, "we've got to tromp all over Redruth before we can find out about the

Confederation. Which we knew a long time ago."

"Still," Froude said, "it's nice to have a few good theories on our side."

"That may be," the Musth said. "However, in my mind, it raises a rather terrible thought, at least for you

humans. Assuming that your Confederation is as large and powerful as we Musth believed it to be, does

not that mean the Confederation's woes must be rather greater than anyone can easily imagine?

"Does not that also mean if we manage to deal with Redruth, and then proceed into the Confederation,

we well may be biting off a great deal more than is swallowable, since problems an empire cannot solve

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most likely would be impossible for a mere solar system?"

The three humans sourly considered each other.

"I think," Froude said, "Alikhan's logic is unassailable."

"Thank the Bouncing Baby Buddha," Yoshitaro said, "a low-ranking ossifer like I am's only gotta worry

about one disaster at a time."

The intercom beeped.

"Stand by for Second Jump."

"All right," Garvin said, having been replaced on the bridge by Alikhan, "why aren't you getting out? You

couldn't be that goddamned absentminded as to forget your termination date."

"I sure was," Njangu said. "Not that I especially liked you reminding me of it back there."

"Sorry," Garvin said. "I was trying for a little joke."

"Little laugh. Ha."

"No, I mean I really am sorry."

"Forget about it," Njangu said.

"All right. So you went and swallowed the shilling again, or however the phrase goes, whatever the hell a

shilling is," Garvin said. "I thought you were the balls-out hater of the little blue machine that used to be

part of the big blue machine."

"Yeh, well, it still looks like the only way to go, at least for right now," Njangu said, uncomfortably. "I

don't see anything having changed since the last time we talked about sleazing quietly offstage.

"Which brings up something.Yourbustout date's what, two E-months after mine? What're you going to

do?"

Garvin looked at his friend. "Now I see why you got assed at me back there. Damned uncomfortable

question, isn't it?"

"Why?" Njangu asked. "You've got a bootiful lady, gazillions of credits just sitting around waiting to be

spent. Hell, if you lust after danger, you could always go a-mining and get your head squashed down one

of her shafts… sorry, don't take that the way it seemed to come out… or go exploring for minerals on

one of the ice giants."

"It's still an uncomfortable question."

"Which means you're going to reenlist?"

"Probably."

"Why?"

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"You expect logic from a goddamned soldier?"

Again the intercom sounded: "Stand by for Third Jump."

"Here's the sitrep," Ben Dill said briskly. A system projection swung lazily in the air between him, the

other pilots, Jaansma, Yoshitaro, and the two scientists. "We've got four possible exit points into the

Larix System. Here, which is the logical point for landing on the fifth planet, Larix Prime, here, which is

the alternate, here, which is way the billy-blue-blazes out in nowhere, or here, sneakily hidden just quote

above endquote Five.

"I'd suggest we use that one, then sort of leisurely slither down, maybe take a polar synchronous orbit

waaaay out, and put our snoopers back to work."

"That's what we theorized back on Cumbre," Jaansma said. "We've had nothing that'd suggest we were

wrong, have we?" He looked around. " 'Kay. Make the final jump."

"Emerging from hyperspace," the synthed voice announced.

"Allright, and here we are," Dill announced. "Mrs.

Dill's favorite son's provided a nice view of Larix down there and SON OF A BITCH!"

He slapped sensors, and hyperspace blurred around them again. Garvin had time enough to see a single

blip on a screen, a subscreen showing a familiar ship in detail, the bigger screen suddenly show two blips,

and the subscreen show a missile launch.

"Now we get cute," Dill said. "Alikhan, gimme two random jumps."

Garvin keyed the throat mike. The crew was already at action stations.

"All stations, stand by. A Larix patrol ship was waiting for us when we came out of N-Space."

"I've got a tentative ID on the sucker," Yoshitaro said, from a weapons station. "I think it was one of

those flashy-ass Nana-boats Redruth stole when he highjacked us."

"Class confirmed," a technician reported. "Nana-class it is."

An alarm shrilled.

"And the bastard was fast enough to put a tracer on us and make the jump, too," Dill said. "Ho-kay.

Hang on to your belly buttons." He turned to Alikhan. "Gimme a point on… better, behind, one of Larix

frigging Five's moons. We'll duck and consider.

"Coming out… YOW!"

"I have a launch," a technician said, tonelessly, as she'd been trained. "On target. Impact one-zero.

Counterlaunch ready… ready… fired. Three-missile spread… missile closing… closing… hit! Missile

destroyed."

"Jump!" Dill said, and thevelvshuddered, went in, out of hyperspace, and Larix was on screen again,

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