Entry #28
Graham IV, Low Orbit
Terran Hegemony
13:00 27 February 2767
The advantage of being a computer is that you don’t need to visibly bat an eyelid and it’s possible to get over a shock very quickly. “The only reason that you should destroy me is if you don’t trust me, Admiral. That is the crux of the matter, isn’t it?â€
“There are doubts, yes. You are, by your nature,†Brandt gestures to indicate, I believe, my hull and weapons suite, “capable of immense destruction should you so choose.â€
“And I have chosen to so employ myself, but in the cause of the Star League. Just, I might add, as the commanders of rather a large number of warships have chosen to do. Do you intend to destroy them too?â€
“There’s a difference. They’ve… got crews to act as safeguards. They aren’t lone individuals, unrestrained.â€
“Except by their training and morals? Or by, let us say, by logistical concerns. Admiral have you seen the holes in me?†I switch the screen to a damage control schematic that’s got a lot of reds and oranges across the outline of my hull. “I’m going to need patching up if I survive the next few weeks and who else can I turn to for that but the SLDF?â€
“I can think of at least five people who’d at least try in return for certain considerations.â€
“Considerations that would violate some Star League laws, most likely be in conflict with my core directives and quite possibly would leave me enslaved.†I pause, switching the display back to ‘my’ face. “Thank you, no. I’ll take my chances here.†And I can think of nine people that would be willing to open me up in a dockyard (putting me back together being optional) but I don’t plan to compare lists.
“Well to rephrase then, why should we trust you?â€
“All I’m asking, Admiral, is that you base that decision upon the same things you’d use with anyone else: my words and my actions.â€
A thought occurs to me and I cross-reference her file. “Changing the subject for a moment, I’d appreciate your input in an operation General McEvedy and I are running on the surface.â€
“I’m not exactly a ground specialist,†she demurs, eyes suspicious.
“But you know this ground.†I bring up a map she should recognise. “You graduated from the Flight Academy of Graham and it’s currently been repurposed by the Republicans as the headquarters for a detention camp set up around it.â€
“A detention camp?†asks Corvus in surprise. “For who?â€
“SLDF reservists. Amaris’ Office of Planning and Doctrine apparently consider them a security risk. I hope very much that he is right.â€
“The Office of what?â€
“An ill-defined subset of the Bureau of Star League Affairs that’s in his pocket. Possibly since before the Coup. Think of them as his watchdogs over the Hegemony government. The Rim Worlds Republic has a long tradition for dealing with internal resistance and it seems Amaris intends to continue it here.â€
“Crush hard, crush often and don’t spare the whips,†Brandt mused bleakly. “I wasn’t very fond of the Academy, to be honest. Just of the flying. But they deserve better than that. What’s the plan?â€
“There’s a nuclear weapon set up to take up the camp it if looks like the prisoners are about to escape or be rescued. One back up, biological or chemical, we’re not sure. Commando teams are going to try to disable them both and we’ve got a dozen Leopards ready to airdrop ‘Mechs and a scratch company of every jump-trained infantryman we can scrape up to handle the more conventional defenses.â€
“That’s it?â€
“If you want a squad by squad breakdown I can bury you in details.â€
“God, no.†She actually shudders. “But I do know the airspace, including the nap of the earth parts. Show me the flight paths for the Leopards. There are a few places flight control at the Academy doesn’t have good coverage.â€
I can do better than that, of course, and put her through to the crews that will be flying the mission. Corvus slips away and returns with four bottles of beer that she hands around. The marines wait for the nod from Brandt before sipping very sparingly. The Admiral isn’t so restrained and Corvus empties her bottle quickly before escaping back to my kitchen spaces.
“Do you know what you’re doing, Tommy?†she asks. “If the Admiral tells Kerensky that you’re a threat…â€
“Then I’ll be dealt with as a threat. Right now, I’m in the uncomfortable position of being as nearly indispensable as anyone in the Hegemony. I’m sure she and Kerensky’ll be just as glad once that’s no longer the case, and by then they may have grown accustomed to me.â€
“Familiarity breeds contempt,†Corvus murmurs, quietly enough that I’m not sure it’s aimed at me. There is nothing I can think of to say to it.
Upon reflection, she takes a fruit juice back to the lounge.
Brandt watches the operation unfold on the screen, data from units involved intercut with a computer graphic – the cloud cover is still far too heavy for the time of year. Grahamite ecologists are probably going to be very worried once we manage to talk to any organised group of them.
The nuke doesn’t go off and as best the ‘commando teams’ can determine the back-up hasn’t poisoned anyone. Casualties are heavy, but fortunately only for the Republicans. The Office of Planning and Doctrine demonstrate a shocking readiness to die for the cause. I’m assured that none of them offered to surrender even when very, very angry SLDF reservist swarmed them over and tore several of them apart with bare hands. I don’t like where that’s going but it’s McEvedy’s problem right now.
“I’m almost disappointed,†Brandt tells me, “That you didn’t provide musical accompaniment to the operation.â€
It would have been a bit of a giveaway that we were up to something if I’d transmitted something. Still, she had asked for it.
“~When the stars shine bright through the engine’s trail; and the dust of another world drops behind. When my ship is free of the open sky. It’s a damn good day to my way of mind.~â€
Brandt hears me out, a curious look on her face. Then she nods sharply. “You’ll do. You’ll do.â€