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Cobra

Timothy Zahn

Cobra

CONTENTS

Trainee

Warrior

Veteran

Loyalist

Politician

Statesman

Trainee: 2403

The music all that morning had been of the militant type that had dominated the airwaves for the

past few weeks; but to the discerning ear there was a grim undertone to it that hadn't been there since

the very start of the alien invasion. So when the music abruptly stopped and the light-show patterns

on the plate were replaced by the face of Horizon's top news reporter, Jonny Moreau clicked off his

laser welder and, with a feeling of dread, leaned closer to listen.

The bulletin was brief and as bad as Jonny had feared. "The Dominion Joint Military Command on

Asgard has announced that, as of four days ago, Adirondack has been occupied by the invading

Troft forces." A holosim map appeared over the reporter's right shoulder, showing the seventy white

dots of the Dominion of Man bordered by the red haze of the Troft Empire to the left and the green

of the Minthisti to the top and right. Two of the leftmost dots now flashed red. "Dominion Star

Forces are reportedly consolidating new positions near Palm and Iberiand, and the ground troops

already on Adirondack are expected to continue guerrilla activity against the occupation units. A full

report—including official statements by the Central Committee and Military Command—will be

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presented on our regular newscast at six tonight."

The music and light pattern resumed, and as Jonny slowly straightened up, a hand came to rest on

his shoulder. "They got Adirondack, Dader," Jonny said without turning around.

"I heard," Pearce Moreau said quietly.

"And it only took them three weeks." Jonny squeezed the laser he still held. "Three weeks."

"You can't extrapolate the progress of a war from its first stages," Pearce said, reaching over to take

the laser from his son's hand. "The Trofts will learn that controlling a world is considerably more

difficult than taking it in the first place. And we were caught by surprise, don't forget. As the Star

Forces call up the reserves and shift to full war status, the Trofts will find it increasingly hard to

push them back. I'd guess we might lose either Palm or Iberiand as well, but I think it'll stop there."

Jonny shook his head. There was something unreal about discussing the capture of billions of people

as if they were only pawns in some cosmic chess game. "And then what?" he asked, with more

bitterness than his father deserved. "How do we get the Trofts off our worlds without killing half the

populations in the process? What if they decide to stage a 'scorched earth' withdrawal when they go?

Suppose—"

"Hey; hey," Pearce interrupted, stepping around in front of Jonny and locking eyes with him.

"You're getting yourself worked up for no good reason. The war's barely three months old, and the

Dominion's a long way from being in trouble yet. Really. So put the whole thing out of your mind

and get back to work, okay? I need this hood plate finished before you head for home and

homework." He held out the laser welder.

"Yeah." Jonny accepted the instrument with a sigh and adjusted his de-contrast goggles back over

his eyes. Leaning back over the half-finished seam, he tried to put the invasion out of his mind... and

if his father hadn't made one last comment, he might have succeeded in doing so.

"Besides," Pearce shrugged as he started back to his own workbench, "whatever's going to happen,

there's not a thing in the universe we can do about it from here."

Jonny was quiet at dinner that evening, but in the Moreau household one more or less silent person

wasn't enough to change the noise level significantly. Seven-year-old Gwen, as usual, dominated the

conversation, alternating news of school and friends with questions on every subject from how

weathermen damp out tornadoes to how butchers get the back-blades out of a breaff hump roast.

Jame, five years Jonny's junior, contributed the latest on teen-age/high school social intrigue, a

labyrinth of status and unspoken rules that Jame was more at home with than Jonny had ever been.

Pearce and Irena managed the whole verbal circus with the skill of long practice, answering Gwen's

questions with parental patience and generally keeping conversational friction at a minimum.

Whether by tacit mutual consent or from lack of interest, no one mentioned the war.

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Jonny waited until the table was being cleared before dropping in his studiously casual request.

"Dader, can I borrow the car tonight to go into Horizon City?"

"What, there isn't another game there this evening, is there?" the other frowned.

"No," Jonny said. "I wanted to look at some stuff out there, that's all."

" 'Stuff'?"

Jonny felt his face growing warm. He didn't want to lie, but he knew that a fully truthful answer

would automatically be followed by a family discussion, and he wasn't prepared for a confrontation

just yet. "Yeah. Just... things I want to check out."

"Like the Military Command recruitment center?" Pearce asked quietly.

The background clatter of dishes being moved and stacked cut off abruptly, and in the silence Jonny

heard his mother's sharp intake of air. "Jonny?" she asked.

He sighed and braced himself for the now inevitable discussion. "I wouldn't have enlisted without

talking to all of you first," he said. "I just wanted to go get some information—procedures,

requirements; that sort of thing."

"Jonny, the war is a long way away—" Irena began.

"I know, Momer," Jonny interrupted. "But there are people dying out there—"

"All the more reason to stay here."

"—not just soldiers, but civilians, too," he continued doggedly. "I just think—well, Dader said today

that there wasn't anything I could do to help." He shifted his attention to Pearce. "Maybe not... but

maybe I shouldn't give up to statistical generalities quite so quickly."

A smile twitched briefly at Pearce's lip without touching the rest of his face. "I remember when the

full gist of your arguments could be boiled down to 'because I said so, that's why.' "

"Must be college that's doing it," Jame murmured from the kitchen door. "I think they're also

teaching him a little about fixing computers in between the argument seminars."

Jonny sent a quick frown in his brother's direction, annoyed at the apparent attempt to sidetrack the

discussion. But Irena wasn't about to be distracted. "What about college, now that we're on that

topic?" she asked. "You've got a year to go before you get your certificate. You'd at least stay that

long, wouldn't you?"

Jonny shook his head. "I don't see how I can. A whole year—look at what the Trofts have done in

just three months."

"But your education is important, too—"

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"All right, Jonny," Pearce cut off his wife quietly. "Go to Horizon City if you'd like and talk to the

recruiters."

"Pearce!" Irena turned stunned eyes on him.

Pearce shook his head heavily. "We can't stand in his way," he told her. "Can't you hear how he's

talking? He's already ninety percent decided on this. He's an adult now, with the right and

responsibility of his own decisions." He shifted his gaze to Jonny. "Go see the recruiters; but

promise me you'll talk with us again before you make your final decision. Deal?"

"Deal," Jonny nodded, feeling the tension within him draining away. Volunteering to go fight a war

was one thing: scary, but on a remote and almost abstract level. The battle for his family's support

had loomed far more terrifyingly before him, with potential costs he hadn't wanted to contemplate.

"I'll be back in a few hours," he said, taking the keys from his father and heading for the door.

The Joint Military Command recruiting office had been in the same city hall office for over three

decades, and it occurred to Jonny as he approached it that he was likely following the same path his

father had taken to his own enlistment some twenty-eight years previously. Then, the enemy had

been the Minthisti, and Pearce Moreau had fought from the torpedo deck of a Star Force

dreadnaught.

This war was different, though; and while Jonny had always admired the romance of the Star Forces,

he had already decided to choose a less glamorous—but perhaps more effective—position.

"Army, eh?" the recruiter repeated, cocking an eyebrow as she studied Jonny from behind her desk.

"Excuse my surprise, but we don't get a lot of volunteers for Army service here. Most kids your age

would rather fly around in star ships or air fighters. Mind if I ask your reasons?"

Jonny nodded, trying not to let the recruiter's faintly condescending manner get to him. Chances

were good it was a standard part of the interview, designed to get a first approximation of the

applicant's irritation threshold. "It seems to me that if the Troft advance continues to push the Star

Forces back, we're going to lose more planets to them. That's going to leave the civilians there pretty

much at their mercy... unless the Army already has guerrilla units in place to coordinate resistance.

That's the sort of thing I'm hoping to do."

The recruiter nodded thoughtfully. "So you want to be a guerrilla fighter?"

"I want to help the people," Jonny corrected.

"Um." Reaching for her terminal, she tapped in Jonny's name and ID code; and as she skimmed the

information that printed out, she again cocked an eyebrow. "Impressive," she said, without any

sarcasm Jonny could hear. "Grade point high school, grade point college, personality index... you

have any interest in officer training?"

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Jonny shrugged. "Not that much, but I'll take it if that's where I can do the most good. I don't mind

just being an ordinary soldier, though, if that's what you're getting at."

Her eyes studied his face for a moment. "Uh-huh. Well, I'll tell you what, Moreau." Her fingers

jabbed buttons and she swiveled the plate around for his scrutiny. "As far as I know, there aren't any

specific plans at present to set up guerrilla networks on threatened planets. But if that is done—and I

agree it's a reasonable move—then one or more of these special units will probably be spearheading

it."

Jonny studied the list. Alpha Command, Interrorum, Marines, Rangers—names familiar and highly

respected. "How do I sign up for one of these?"

"You don't. You sign up for the Army and take a small mountain of tests—and if you show the

qualities they want they'll issue you an invitation."

"And if not, I'm still in the Army?"

"Provided you don't crusk out of normal basic training, yes."

Jonny glanced around the room, the colorful holosim posters seeming to leap out at him with their

star ships, atmosphere fighters, and missile tanks; their green, blue, and black uniforms. "Thank you

for your time," he told the recruiter, fingering the information magcard he'd been given. "I'll be back

when I've made up my mind."

He expected to return home to a dark house, but found his parents and Jame waiting quietly for him

in the living room. Their discussion lasted long into the night, and when it was over Jonny had

convinced both himself and them of what he had to do.

The next evening, after dinner, they all drove to Horizon City and watched as Jonny signed the

necessary magforms.

"So... tomorrow's the big day."

Jonny glanced up from his packing to meet his brother's eyes. Jame, lounging on his bed across the

room, was making a reasonably good effort to look calm and relaxed. But his restless fiddling with a

corner of the blanket gave away his underlying tension. "Yep," Jonny nodded. "Horizon City Port,

Skylark Lines 407 to Aerie, military transport to Asgard. Nothing like travel to give you a real

perspective on the universe."

Jame smiled faintly. "I hope to get down to New Persius some day myself. A hundred twenty whole

kilometers. Any word yet on the tests?"

"Only that my headache's supposed to go away in a couple more hours." The past three days had

been genuine killers, with back-to-back tests running from seven in the morning to nine at night.

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