William Dietz - A fighting chance

PLANET O-CHI 4, THE CONFEDERACY OF SENTIENT BEINGS

A pair of destroyer escorts popped out of hyperspace off O-Chi 4 where they were joined moments later by the combat supply ship Lictor. The vessel was nearly two miles long and carried a crew of more than a thousand. When fully loaded, the vessel could transport up to three million tons of cargo, including as many as eight disk-shaped TACBASEs. One such fortress was filled to capacity with the men, women, and cyborgs of Alpha Company, 2 ^ nd Battalion, 1 ^ st REC. It was about to drop into O-Chi 4s atmosphere, and all of them were strapped in.

Major Antonio Santana was seated in the op center on the top deck of TACBASE-011767, where he could see the video that was being fed to them from the Lictor s bridge. He could see a large part of O-Chi 4, and the general impression was of a heavily forested planet, much of which was shrouded by clouds. Santanas orders were to land, join forces with the local militia, and destroy a Ramanthian installation. That was how it was supposed to work. But such operations rarely went according to plan.

Santanas thoughts were interrupted as the image of O-Chi 4 was replaced with a head shot of the Lictor s commanding officer. She had short gray hair, steely blue eyes, and high cheekbones. A retread most likely. One of thousands who had been brought out of retirement to battle the Ramanthians. She looked tired. Its been nice having you and your troops aboard, Major. I have no idea what you hope to accomplish down there but good luck. As you know, the bugs control about sixty percent of the surface and have for the last six months or so. A flight of CF-184 Daggers will keep the enemy fighters off your back. But once you drop through thirty thousand feet, theyll break off and return to the ship. Youll be on your own after that. Any questions?

No, maam, Santana answered stoically. Thanks for the lift.

The navy officer smiled. Anytime. Make sure your people are strapped in. Itll be a rough ride. And with that, the video monitors snapped to black, leaving the tech data to scroll.

Santana turned to his Executive Officer. Captain Eor Rona-Sa was a 250-pound Hudathan who had been allowed to join the Legion despite the fact that his race had attempted to annihilate the Confederacy in the past. But the Hudathans had been defeated. And having failed to take what they needed, the big aliens were forced to join the same alliance they had previously sought to destroy.

The decision to accept Hudathans into the Confederacys armed forces had been partly political but was a practical matter as well. The war with the Ramanthians wasnt going well, and the Confederacy was in desperate need of soldiers. Especially good ones.

Rona-Sa had a large head, a wide froglike mouth, and the vestige of a dorsal fin that ran front to back along the top of his skull. And when Santana looked into Rona-Sas eyes, he could tell that his XO was way ahead of him. Are the troops strapped in?

Yes, sir, Rona-Sa rumbled. I checked them personally.

And the cyborgs?

Secured, sir.

Good. Thank you. Now all we need is a nap.

Sergeant Major Dice Dietrich was seated to Santanas left. The comment might have been sufficient to elicit a chuckle from the hollow-cheeked noncom except that he was already asleep and snoring gently. An apparent lapse that would have earned him a tongue-lashing from another commanding officer. But Dietrich had served under Santana for many years and had certain privileges.

Behind them, and strapped to D-rings set into the deck, was a recon ball. Her name was Lieutenant Sally Ponco. Thanks to her special abilities, the cyborg could tap into the TACBASEs circuitry and the Lictor s so long as the vessels were connected. The bugs are coming up to play, she said laconically. And the Dags are engaging them. Hang on We are twenty from launch and counting.

The onboard computer began a countdown that could be heard in every compartment. And for reasons known only to the combat habitats manufacturer, the machine had a female voice. Attention all personnel. TACBASE-11767 will launch in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two

The last was followed by a violent jerk as the self-contained fortress fell free of the Lictor and the influence of the supply ships argrav generators. Santana felt his stomach flip-flop as the artificial gravity disappeared and his body rose. The six-point harness held him in place.

Then came a sudden jolt as the computer fired a combination of steering jets, and video blossomed on the monitors. The planet framed in the center monitor began to swell as the flying fortress entered the exosphere. After ten minutes of acceleration, the disembodied voice flooded the PA system again. TACBASE-011767 is about to enter a planetary atmosphere. All personnel will remain in their seats with harnesses fastened until further notice.

Here it comes, Ponco predicted. And she was correct. Shortly thereafter, the hull began to vibrate, then rattle. Finally, it shook like a thing possessed as the flying fortress slip-slid down through heavy cloud cover. The battering continued for what seemed like an eternity but was actually less than half an hour.

As Santana began to wonder if the trip would ever end, the disk-shaped hull steadied. Wisps of cloud blew away, and hundreds of square miles of verdant forest appeared on the monitors. The land was divided into asymmetric shapes by ribbons of blue that connected lakes with the sea. He could see that much. But the TACBASE was traveling too fast for him to discern very many details.

Santana gripped the armrests of his chair more tightly as a saw-toothed mountain range appeared in the distance, and the TACBASE flew straight toward it. The so-called drop box was equipped with steering jets and repellers. But it didnt have engines-and it couldnt climb. So, as the mountains rushed at them, Santana wondered if they were about to die before the mission really began. He could see gaps between the jagged peaks, but none was wide enough to accommodate the flying fortress. It was a struggle to maintain his outward composure as the final seconds of his life ticked by. He thought about Christine Vanderveen, wondered where she was, and how the news would affect her.

Then, without warning, the flying disk flipped over onto its side, slipped between two neighboring pinnacles of rock, and righted itself again. Holy shit, Dietrich said. I hope this thing lands soon. I need some fresh underwear.

I think youre going to get your wish, Ponco observed, as foothills gave way to thick forest and the TACBASE continued to lose altitude. But Baynors Bay wasnt much before the war, and I doubt things have improved much.

The flying fortress was only three hundred feet off the ground by then. Santana saw what might have been a plantation, a stretch of dirt road, and a distant hill. Within a matter of seconds, the disk passed to one side of the elevation and flew over a sprawl of one-, two-, and three-story buildings. Then the drop box flashed out over Baynors Bay before circling back for a landing. TACBASE-011767 is taking fire, the computer said emotionlessly, as the hull shuddered.

Contact the Baynors Bay port authority, Santana ordered. Give them the recognition code and order them to cease fire. All personnel will prepare for a crash landing followed by surface combat.

That message was sent, the computer responded, and a confirmation was received. But TACBASE-011767 continues to take fire.

The flying fortress shook violently as a barrage of cannon shells and missiles slammed into it. But the durasteel hull was built to take a lot of punishment and did. Im trying to contact the locals as well, Ponco put in. But no luck so far.