The half hook immediately released. The uprooted emplacement flew away in the direction of one of Indra Shwaâs suns.
âStatus of target,â Captain Carmel demanded. She didnât want to see that coming back.
âHostile weapon is not functioning,â Tactical advised.
âDoes it have any propulsion system to get itself back?â Calli asked.
âNegative,â Tactical reported.
Dingo Ryan added, âThat weapon emplacement was never meant to fly. The only way thatâs ever coming back is if some other spacecraft hooks it and hauls it back.â
âTactical. Monitor that. Helm, take us back to the asteroid.â
A thumping in the deck had started low. Got louder. Pushed into Calliâs awareness.
The fighter pilots, obeying the order for com silence, had taken to stomping their war dance in their cockpits. Sounded like all of them.
BOOM pom pom pom BOOM pom pom pom
. The Swifts were still in physical contact with the ship, so Calli could actually feel the thumps from here on the command platform.
Calli gave the order. âMister Ryan. Let my dogs out.â
Kerry Blue woulda sang hallelujah except that Kerry Blue couldnât sing.
Merrimack
retracted her energy canopy, and the Swifts were off in four, three, two, YeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeHA!
The fighter craft screamed off the battleshipâs wings, coms on. Most all of them yelled, slung out at 53 percent of the speed of light. The inertial field only let you feel a fraction of the gâs you were actually pulling, but it was still a rush. The inertial field kept the launch from shooting you out your own aft hole.
Kerry Blue yipped and yelled with the rest of them. Remembering that Reg Monroe used to have a screech that only bats could hear, she gave a couple of yips for Reg.
The voice of Cain Salvador sounded in Kerry Blueâs helmet. âDeploy lampreys only. Do not damage the targets. Assume the presence of hostages on board all enemy craft.â
Problem with being an instant officer is that your mates forget you arenât one of them anymore, and Kerry Blue sent back, âBeen told five times, Cain.â
So the Fleet Marine pilots got told for a sixth time: âArrest all spacecraft. Do not destroy enemy spacecraft.â
That was
not
Cain Salvador.
That
was the voice of God Almighty this time. Captain Calli Carmel.
Kerry joined in the company choir: âAye, aye, sir!â
* * *
Far below, Roman spacecraft launched from their underground bunkers and ran for the big empty. Kerry Blue wasnât sure what kind of hostage the brass thought the enemy could be holding out here. She was just glad to be out of the can and in the hunt.
Knew she needed to run down the enemy before it got clear of the star systemâs gravitational pull.
Even the slightest gravitational pull got huge when a ship was trying to jump out of normal spacetime. Inside the gravitation of Indra Shwaâs three suns and all their orbital crap, the enemy could only run at sublight velocity. But once out of the gravity sink, your Roman target could jump to FTL. And anything achieving FTL has escapedâgone, youâll never see that fugger again, you lost that one, bucko.
So ram your stick through the gate and catch him before he can get there.
The Swifts carried lampreys for this sortie. The right tool for this job.
Kerry had trained on lampreys. Well, not really. Sheâd trained in a dream box. Never actually used a real lamprey. But the simulators were usually good for teaching you to get it right the first time.
The lamprey was an energy half hook with an additional physical barb on the end of it. How it was supposed to go: The energy tendril loops the target, inserts microbarbs through the weakest part of the targetâs energy field and into the hullânot enough to breach the hull and let the vacuum inâjust enough to snag and hold and reel him in alive.
Someone who wasnât Kerry Blue wanted