Singularity: Star Carrier: Book Three (10 page)

Was Gru’mulkisch suggesting that the Sh’daar had come from a
different
galaxy?

That set the hairs at the back of his neck prickling. No one knew quite how large the Sh’daar expanse of space actually was, though intelligence estimates based on interviews with the Agletsch suggested that it embraced something like half of the galaxy—perhaps as much as two thirds, perhaps as little as a quarter. That was big enough . . . but if they had the technology to travel between galaxies, to come to
this
one from some other galaxy hundreds of thousands or even millions of light years away . . .

What the hell did they mean by “old galactic core”?

He flagged the term with a mental note. He would forward it to the ONI boys down in Intel and see what they could make of it.

Koenig considered the two aliens for a moment. First Contact with the Agletsch had occurred in 2312, nearly a century ago, but humans still knew remarkably little about them. The Agletsch as a species were interstellar traders, star-faring merchants, of a sort. Not traders of
material
goods, of course. One solar system contained much the same in the way of natural resources—water ice, organic volatiles, metals, energy—as the next. Even cultural artifacts—artwork, say, or textiles or gemstones or commercial items of technology—could be carried between the stars far more efficiently as stored patterns of information rather than the original bulk items.

So the Agletsch traded in information, a kind of universal medium of exchange. And for ninety-three years they’d shared very little about themselves, or about their galactic masters, the Sh’daar. As Koenig understood it, merchants like Dra’ethde and Gru’mulkisch traveled far beyond the borders of their own stellar polities and lived for decades as visitors to other cultures, other civilizations, where they recorded what they could, and determined what, if anything, the new civilization had to trade. One observer had likened them to alien Marco Polos in the courts of alien Khans. Another had once suggested that they were a kind of living
Encyclopedia Galactica
, slowly accumulating information on all sentient life throughout the galaxy . . . which they would trade to others in exchange for
more
such information.

Had they accidentally let slip that tidbit about the old galaxy? Koenig tried the direct approach. “So tell me . . . where
are
the Sh’daar from?”

Gru’mulkisch twisted her eyestalks in what Koenig had been told was an expression indicating humor—the equivalent of a human smile. “We can’t tell you that, Admiral,” she said. “That data would be extremely valuable, yes-no?”

“There must be an exchange,” Dra’ethde told him. “We have been asked about this before by your intelligence people. . . .”

“And what would you accept in exchange for that information?” Koenig asked.

“We are not aware of anything you possess worth such an exchange, Admiral,” Gru’mulkisch said. “We regret this . . . but what you ask is
mish’a’ghru
. Of first importance, you might say, yes-no?”

“In fact,” Dra’ethde added, “I regret having mentioned
gu reheh’mek chaash
at all, and perhaps I was irresponsible in doing so. But since the words will not help you, no harm has been done, yes-no?”

The phrase translated as “yes-no,” Koenig knew, was what the xenolinguists referred to as an
agreement manipulator
, a way to get others to agree with you, to be on your side in a conversation, and to disarm any potential hostility. Individually, the Agletsch were more agreeable to talk with than many humans Koenig knew.

But talking with them tended to lead in unsatisfying circles. Even if the Agletsch translator units perfectly shifted between the English and Agletsch languages, there was a hell of a lot missing on both sides simply because of differences in culture, attitude, and worldview.

Koenig wondered how much of their professional reticence was due to business considerations, and how much to the fact that both of them carried Sh’daar Seeds that, no doubt, were listening in on this conversation and recording it.

“We are about to emerge from Alcubierre Drive,” he told them. “I can’t allow you on the bridge or in the CIC, but I’ve given orders to dress the crew’s lounge for external view, and you can watch from there.”

“Thank you, Admiral.”

“My senior aide, Lieutenant Commander Nahan Cleary, will be with you. If I have questions of you two, I’ll pass them to him. Okay?”

“Quite acceptable, Admiral.”

“And if either of you have insights about what’s happening, I’d appreciate it if you could share them with him. Such information will be considered to be under the terms of your contract.”

“Of course, Admiral.”

The two Agletsch had volunteered to accompany
America
and her battlegroup on this mission as guides—which meant that they were expected to share data with Koenig and his officers without the need to haggle over the informational price of each item. His understanding was that the Agletsch mission on Earth had been “paid” for their services with several exabytes of information drawn from the New Library of Congress in Columbus, and from the British Library in High London. He wondered what, specifically, the Agletsch had learned in exchange for the services of these two.

No matter. He expected them to deliver.

“You’re certain,” Koenig said, “that you have nothing to add to your report about this system we’re about to enter?”

“Quite certain, Admiral,” Gru’mulkisch said. “We know that the system is of importance within the Sh’daar network, but we’ve not been here before. We do not believe it to be inhabited, but cannot tell you if it is defended, or if there is a military base or outpost.”

“In fact, we hope to acquire profit here ourselves,” Dra’ethde added. “Yes-no?”

By
profit
, Koenig assumed the Agletsch was referring to new information, something even the Agletsch did not know.

“What happened to the Chelk,” Koenig told them, “might well happen to
my
species. If you two learn anything new, I’ll expect you to share it with us. I
will
invoke the contract if I must.”

“We understand this, Admiral.” Gru’mulkisch sounded almost contrite . . . or possibly cautious, as though she were picking her sixteen-legged way across thin ice.

“And we appreciate you including us in the investigation,” Dra’ethde said.

“We will be emerging from metaspace in another hour,” Koenig said. “I suggest you get down to the crew’s lounge and make yourselves ready. Mr. Cleary will join you there.”

“Thank you, Admiral,” Gru’mulkisch said. “We expect that this will be of great profit to both our peoples, yes-no? A place neither human nor Agletsch has yet ventured.”

But Koenig still wondered if the many-legged beings could be trusted.

VFA-44

Approaching Texaghu Resch System

112 light years from Earth

1058 hours, TFT

Lieutenant Gray tried to relax within the close embrace of his fighter. Always it was the waiting that was hardest. He checked his in-head time. Five minutes.

The Dragonfires were doing a drop-launch this time, free-falling with the centrifugal force of
America
’s rotating hab modules. When it was time to launch, Gray’s fighter would pivot ninety degrees, pointing out and down relative to the turning bay, the magnetic clamps would release, and the hab module’s rotation would fling him into space with a half-G of acceleration—about five meters per second. Once clear of
America
’s immense forward shield cap, the squadron would orient on the local system’s sun and then boost; fifty thousand gravities would bring them close to the speed of light in just a whisker under ten minutes.

“Hey, Skipper?” It was Miguel Zapeta, on the squadron channel. “Any word yet on who we’re gonna be fighting? Or
if
we’re going to be fighting?”

“Nothing yet, Zap,” Gray replied. “We’ll be the first to know, right?”

“Yeah. Except the scuttlebutt I heard was that the bugs know, and they’re leading us into a trap.”

“So, you’re believing scuttlebutt, now? Who told you that shit?”

“Uh . . . a gal I know in S-2.”

S-2 was the designation for
America
’s intelligence department. “Ah, well if Naval Intelligence said it, it
must
be true, right?”

He heard several chuckles over the squadron channel.
Good. Loosen them up a bit. You don’t want them thinking too hard before a drop.

“We’ll be emerging far enough out-system that we’ll have plenty of time for a look around, okay? The entire Sh’daar galactic fleet could be in there, and they’d never even see us if we dropped in, took a look, and then jumped back into Alcubierre Space.” He hesitated, then grinned as he added, “Yes-no?”

That raised laughter from the waiting Dragonfires. The odd patterns of Agletsch speech and their constant use of the phrase “yes-no” was well known to everyone on board
America
by now.

“Sounds like we have an Agletsch loose in the squadron,” Rostenkowski said, laughing. “Since when did
they
start driving Dragonfires?”

“Dragonfires, PriFly,” Wizewski’s voice broke in. “Is there a problem?”

“Negative, CAG,” Gray replied. “No problem.”

“Can the chatter in there and focus on your finals. Emergence in three minutes. Drop in sixty seconds after that.”

“Aye, aye, sir.”

No
sense of humor, that one.

He was glad the newbies in the squadron
could
laugh, though. They’d been training hard in sim, but the real deal was
never
like electronic simulations, no matter how bad-assed realistic the downloads.

If they could enjoy a joke
now
, they ought to be okay.

He hoped. . . .

CIC

TC/USNA CVS
America

Outer System, Texaghu Resch System

112 light years from Earth

1103 hours, TFT

Emergence
.

The star carrier
America
dropped into normal space as her Alcubierre bubble collapsed. Since she’d been motionless relative to the volume of space wrapped up inside the Alcubierre field, she emerged traveling at a velocity of only a few kilometers per second—the difference in relative velocities between
this
patch of space, and the space within the Kuiper Belt of HD 157950. The transition released a great deal of potential energy as light and hard radiation, a flaring burst spreading into and through the new star system at the speed of light.

Koenig studied the new system, both represented by icons within the tactical tank, and as revealed by optical sensors across the bulkhead viewalls of the Combat Information Center. They’d emerged ten astronomical units from the local star—a little farther than Saturn was from Sol. There were planets—five visible immediately, and there likely would be others as the ship’s navigational AIs scanned local space.

“Admiral?” a familiar voice asked. “This is CAG. So you still want to launch fighters?”

“Wait one,” Koenig told him. “We need to see what we’re launching
to
.”

Data continued to cascade in from the AIs scanning the system. Two inner rocky planets, small enough and close enough to their primary that they likely were too hot for Earth-type life. Planet III, 1.5 AUs from the star, was a small gas giant, about the size of Neptune. Beyond that, at 3 and 5 AUs, were two more rocky planets, both dazzlingly bright and probably encased pole to pole in planet-wide sheets of ice.

“Astrogation,” Koenig called. “Give that gas giant a close look. Maybe it has Earthlike moons.”

He was thinking of Alchameth, circling the star Arcturus, and its moon Jasper.

“We’ve been looking, Admiral. We’ve spotted several small moons—rocks, really—but nothing like a
real
planet.”

“Carry on, then.”

He felt a small bite of disappointment. Because of this system’s listing in the Turusch Directory, he’d assumed there would be an inhabited planet here—if not one with an oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere and temperate climes comfortable for humans, than one with the reducing atmosphere and hot, sulfur-laden conditions enjoyed by the Turusch.

The truth of the matter, though, was that habitable worlds of either type were painfully few and far between within that sliver of the galaxy explored so far by Humankind. The chances that a world of near-Earth mass would just happen to lie within the band of liquid-water temperatures around a star were slim; the fact that the Confederation had discovered as many as twenty where humans could walk unprotected—Chiron and Circe and Osiris and the others—spoke more to how many stars were out here, not to how common other Earths might be.