Текст книги "Riposte"

Автор книги: Michael A. Stackpole

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39

ComStar First Circuit Compound

Hilton Head Island, North America, Terra

20 August 3028

As Cardinal Flynn made the sign of the cross, Justin's own lifetime of training started his own hand moving in imitation, but he stopped himself abruptly. He glanced over to see if Candace had noticed but she seemed raptly involved in the ceremony's quiet reverence. You do not betray yourself, Justin, in doing likewise.

Cardinal Maraschal of Tharkad, his hands folded in prayer and pressed to his chin, smiled as the couple rose from before the altar and parted company to come around it. Hanse took his place between Morgan Hasek-Davion and Cardinal Maraschal, while Melissa stood between the Cardinal from New Avalon and Misha Auburn.

Cardinal Maraschal opened and raised his hands. "Let us pray." After a moment of silent reflection, his strong voice rang out through the cathedral. "Father, you have made the bond of marriage a holy mystery, a symbol of Christ's love for His Church. Hear our prayers for Hanse and Melissa. Make their marriage a true joining of man to woman, heart to heart and soul to soul. Bless them and all who love them so that they may serve as witnesses to your divine love for the universe. We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Ghost, one Spirit, for ever and ever."

"Amen," Justin murmured. Smiling reassuringly, Candace reached over and patted his right hand. Justin returned her smile, then looked up as Flynn approached the pulpit.

The Cardinal motioned the guests to be seated, then raised the leather-bound red book on the podium enough for the audience to see it. Light reflected from the gold-embossed letters on the spine, but Justin could not read them. "A reading from the Book of Revelations, chapter nineteen." The Cardinal licked his lips, then began in his sonorous voice. "I heard what sounded like the roar of a vast throng in heaven; and they were shouting: 'Alleluia! Victory and glory and power belong to our God.' "

Justin stiffened involuntarily. This hardly sounds like text suited to a wedding. I wonder if Hanse chose this passage to convey another message. It's true that victory, glory, and power will be his if he uses the combined might of the Federated Suns and the Lyran Commonwealth to crush the Draconis Combine.

Justin smiled as the Cardinal finished the reading with the words, "Happy are those who are invited to the wedding supper of the Lamb." He was certain that many of the guests here were less than happy. Chuckling to himself, he could even imagine more than one rewriting those lines to say, "Happy are those invited to the funeral of the Fox."

Cardinal Flynn returned to his place, then both Cardinals invited the bride and groom to come forward. Hanse and Melissa joined hands, with eyes only for one another. Cardinal Maraschal whispered something to the couple, making both of them smile.

Cardinal Maraschal looked toward the Archon. "Who gives this woman to be wed to this man?"

Katrina Steiner stood proudly. "I, Archon Katrina Steiner, in the name of her father, myself, and the Lyran Commonwealth, give this woman to be wed."

As the Archon seated herself again, Hanse's deep, strong voice filled the church. "I, Hanse Adriaan Davion take you, Melissa, as my wife. I promise, from this moment forward unto forever, to love, honor, and cherish you with my heart and soul. Forsaking all others, in good times and bad, in sickness and health, and in prosperity or poverty, I will be yours alone for as long as I shall live."

Melissa took a deep breath, then answered the Prince's vows in a clear, resonant voice. "I, Melissa Arthur Steiner, take you, Hanse, as my husband. Openly and freely, without hint of reservation, I vow my fidelity to you and affirm my love for you. In adversity or happiness, in sickness or health, in security or beset by enemies from within or without, I shall be yours alone, now and for all time."

In unison, the Cardinals pronounced their blessings. "You have declared your consent before the Church. May the Lord in his goodness strengthen your consent and fill you both with the strength to keep your vows. What God has joined, men must not divide. Amen."

Morgan Hasek-Davion handed the rings to Cardinal Maraschal. The cleric nodded thanks, then joined with his counterpart from the Federated Suns in blessing the rings. "May the Lord God bless these rings that you give to each other as a sign of your love and fidelity."

Hanse cupped Melissa's left hand in his left hand. Taking the ring from Cardinal Maraschal, he held it up so that all could see the light glinting from the golden band. "Take thee this ring, Melissa, as a visible sign of my promises to you." Smiling, the Prince of the Federated Suns slipped the ring onto Melissa's finger.

Melissa accepted the other ring from Cardinal Flynn and held it up for all to see. "Take thee this ring, Hanse, and know my vows to thee will remain as pure and unchanging as the gold herein." Melissa slid the thick gold band easily onto Hanse's finger.

Cardinal Flynn smiled broadly. "Through the power granted me by God, I confirm and bless what you have promised each other. I pronounce you man and wife." He hesitated a moment, then added in a lower voice, "You may kiss the bride."

Smiling, Hanse slowly lifted the veil from his wife's face. They stared lovingly at each other for a moment, then the Prince lowered his face to hers. Delicate and brief, their first kiss as man and wife wordlessly affirmed everything the ceremony had so eloquently described.

With his face lit with unabashed joy, Morgan Hasek-Davion turned to the crowd. He pointed his right hand at the royal couple as the assembly came to its feet and applauded. In a voice booming with pleasure, Morgan announced, "It is my great honor and distinct pleasure to introduce to you Prince Hanse Davion of the Federated Suns and his wife, Princess Melissa Arthur Steiner-Davion!"

40

ComStar First Circuit Compound

Hilton Head Island, North America, Terra

20 August 3028

Justin nodded gratefully as the ComStar acolyte directed him to the nearest of the long tables set up to ring the room in a roughly hexagonal pattern. The head table sat on a dais directly across from the one reserved for House Liao. At an angle to the right of the House Liao table, Justin saw the members of House Marik gathering at their own table. This placed House Marik directly opposite the table reserved for the nobles of House Steiner. House Kurita's dignitaries were seated at House Liao's left, where, across the sea of tables meant for less important guests, they faced the House Davion nobility.

Justin drew Candace's chair away from the table for her, then seated himself as he answered the question she'd just posed. "Walking beneath the crossed swords is an old tradition among those who have graduated from a military academy. All the groomsmen had graduated from Albion, as had the Prince." Justin grinned mischievously. "I imagine ComStar was nervous about those ceremonial swords. They collected them rather quickly after the bride and groom had passed under."

Tsen looked past Candace at Justin. "What are you talking about?"

Candace answered before Justin could. "You recall, as the newlyweds left the church, how the groomsmen performed that little ceremony with the swords. Each of the three pairs lowered the swords to bar passage until the groom kissed his bride. That pair would then raise the swords, and the couple would pass on." Candace glanced back at Justin. "What I really wanted to know is why Ardan Sortek, being the last man on the bride's side, slapped her posterior—albeit lightly—with his sword as she went past?"

Justin smiled openly. "That's to ensure many children—or so the superstition goes."

Candace raised an eyebrow. "And do the graduates of the Sakhara Academy subscribe to the same superstition, Citizen Xiang?"

Justin shook his head. "Those of us at Sakhara were smart enough to figure out where children came from, and we had other ideas about how to be sure there'd be plenty of them."

Peering down the table from beyond Shang and Romano, Maximilian Liao growled in a deep voice. "Let us hope no one from Sakhara advises Prince Davion about having many children. The last thing the Successor States need is a plague of Davions hungry for conquest."

Justin narrowed his eyes. Max is already planning a war against the next generation of Davions!"Would that truly be so bad, Celestial Wisdom? Many Davion daughters could mean many women to marry off in strong alliances to your grandchildren."

"Perhaps, Citizen Xiang, but I have no grandchildren."

Justin nodded. "The point is well taken, though the situation is not yet utterly lost. Consider this, though. Many sons could mean a division of the Federated Suns. You have seen it before. The destruction that comes when brother pits himself against brother can shred an empire that no outside force has ever been able to dent." Justin glanced over at Janos Marik.

Maximilian Liao stroked the long wisps of his mustache. "Your insights, Citizen Xiang, bear further consideration. Perhaps, with this wedding, we enter into a new peace in which the conflicts will be more political than military."

The Chancellor's wife laid her hand upon his forearm. "Soul of my soul, let us not ruin this celebration with talk of politics and war."

As the Chancellor nodded agreement with his wife, Justin sank back in his chair. Candace handed him a card printed in gold script. "Does this say what I believe it does, Justin?"

Justin read quickly. "Hmm. Most interesting. It says that the crystal, cutlery, and china being used at this reception banquet were specially created for the celebration. Each piece will be washed and packed up after use so that each guest may take away his place setting as a reminder of this celebration."

Candace smiled as she held up her crystal water glass and slowly turned it to study the four crests etched on it. "I recognize the Steiner Fist and the Federated Suns Sword and Starburst symbols, but what are the other two?"

Justin shrugged. "I think the dirk is from the Campbell family crest, which would represent Hanse's mother. And I would suppose that the lyre is for Arthur Luvon, Melissa's father." Glancing at the long, slender champagne glass, Justin narrowed his eyes. "Oh, this is a switch."

Candace frowned. "What's wrong? Isn't it the Hasek Lion crest?"

"Yes and no. In one paw, the lion bears the Davion Sword and Sunburst. That's how the crest used to appear when George Hasek was Duke of New Syrtis. After Michael's battle with Hanse for the throne, he deleted the Davion symbol from the Hasek crest."

Candace shook her head. "Why the return to the old symbol? Is it a slap at Michael?"

"Worse." Justin nodded toward where Morgan Hasek-Davion stood speaking with some guests while awaiting the arrival of the royal couple. "The best man offers the first toast to the couple, hence the crest on the glass is his. Adding the sword and sunburst back into the Hasek crest must have been Morgan's choice. Duke Michael has a son, but he has no heir."

The arrival of Hanse and Melissa cut off further discussion as spontaneous applause arose from the guests. Hanse led his bride to the dais, then gently lifted her up over the steps. Melissa took the centermost seat at the head table and the Prince took the seat to her left. Morgan Hasek-Davion sat on the Prince's left and Misha Auburn on Melissa's right, with the rest of the wedding party filling out both wings of the table.

ComStar Acolytes passed throughout the room filling the champagne glasses from heavy bottles of champagne or with a sparkling paffelcider from the Lyran Commonwealth for those who wished no alcohol. Watching them intently, Justin noticed how automatically each Acolyte matched the name at the place setting with the choice of beverage before pouring. Incredible that ComStar could have compiled enough information to know who drinks and who does not, but apparently they've done it. In a universe where knowledge is power, ComStar's peaceful facade seems to hide a very strong body.

Once all the glasses had been filled and the ComStar Acolytes had left the floor, Morgan Hasek-Davion stood and raised his glass. "I would like you to join me in a toast to the Prince and Princess." He beamed as he turned to face the newlyweds. "May your love be greater each day than the last, yet not as great as in the day to come, and may anyone who hopes to cause you trouble fail as miserably as did those who attempted to interfere with Melissa's passage aboard the Silver Eagle."

Justin's glass stopped halfway to his mouth as the significance of Morgan's phrase hit home like a missile. Melissa was on theSilver Eagle and we didn't know it!He shot a fearful glance at Tsen Shang. "Tsen, why didn't we know?"

Tsen frowned as he looked toward those seated at House Kurita's table. "Draconian idiots saved face by covering up their failure!"

Just like Hanse to have Morgan put that little tidbit into the toast,Justin reflected. Iwonder what other surprises he has in store for us?

ComStar acolytes served the wedding meal with no further incidents of political importance. As Justin worked his way through the salad, he, along with all the others at the meal, discovered that the gold-rimmed, bone china dish was indeed special. Inscribed in gold script around the rim was the date as well as the names of the bride and groom. When Justin had cleared the bowl of its salad of lettuce and thin purple rinioshslivers, he discovered the crest of a world in the Lyran Commonwealth.

Candace smiled at him. "I got Izar in my bowl? What did you get?"

Justin narrowed his eyes, looking down at the stylized lightning bolt and the legend beneath it. "I got Pacifica, better known as Chara III. My brother served with the Kell Hounds on that world."

Candace winked at him. "Do you think it's a message?"

Justin shrugged, shaking off his uneasiness. "The Spirit of Blake alone knows."

The main dish came in two different selections, and Justin noticed again that the Acolytes showed no hesitation in serving the guests. He received a plate of beef in wine sauce, with pomteraand another vegetable he utterly failed to recognize on the side. Candace, on the other hand, was served fish steamed in rice wine, with nearasprouts and water chestnuts on a bed of rice.

She smiled at him. "ComStar apparently chooses not to recognize your change in allegiance, Citizen."

Justin nodded reluctantly. "Is it treason if I enjoy the meal? It's been a long time since I've eaten the foods I grew up with."

The Duchess of St. Ives pretended to reflect for a moment. "I think, Citizen Xiang, that with the proper presentation of your argument, I might be convinced to grant you pardon for such an unforgivable crime."

Justin smiled. "I look forward to our legal discussion."

The dinner plate bore gold decorations similar to those Justin had found on his bowl. Though the Federated Suns world image he found on his plate did not surprise him, he began to lose his appetite as he uncovered more of it. He continued to eat mechanically, but his thoughts were on more than food.

Kestrel. The world owned by the Allard family.Justin looked up from the image of a falcon clutching a Davion sword in its talons. So, Hanse, did you command ComStar to deliver me this plate, or was it merely my bad luck to get it?

As if in answer to his unvoiced question, the Prince smiled enigmatically at Justin just then. Justin nodded curtly, then looked over at Candace's plate. "I see you have uncovered Axton, Duchess."

Candace nodded. "Do you know it?"

Justin forced a smile. "When traveling to my first assignment, my duty on Spica, I spent two weeks on the beaches there. The ocean is a deep blue and the beaches are blacker than night on a moonless world. Volcanic activity warms the oceans, making the coastal areas livable. The rest of the world is a polar wasteland, though many people praise the skiing found there."

Justin smiled to himself. It's also one of the worlds where I believe Hanse Davion has hidden his secret NAIS 'Mech Research Facility. How curious it is that Candace ended up with that world. An omen, perhaps?

While some ComStar Acolytes cleared the plates, two others carefully wheeled a four-tiered wedding cake to a spot directly before the head table. Hanse assisted Melissa down from the dais, then stood with her beside the cake. Huthrin Vandel, Precentor New Avalon, handed the Prince one of the swords used earlier in the wedding ceremony.

Grasping the sword together, Hanse and Melissa cut the first two slices from the cake. Hanse returned the sword to the Precentor, then he and Melissa returned to their places at the head table. An acolyte delivered the first two pieces to them, but the newly weds waited until other Acolytes had sliced up the remaining cake.

When they saw all their guests served with pieces of cake, Hanse and Melissa stood. Justin glanced at his plate to see what world this one represented, but the paper doily beneath the cake totally obscured the world's identity.

Melissa lifted a small piece of the cake toward Hanse. "Husband, in honor of our marriage, in addition to this cake, I give to you a regiment of BattleMechs and the means to support them in perpetuity." Though her eyes glinted mischievously, Melissa fed the piece of cake to Hanse gently.

Hanse smiled when he was done, every bit of him exuding the wily confidence that had earned him the nickname of "the Fox." His clear voice filled the hall with happy sounds, but filled Justin with uneasy terror. Something is wrong. Hanse, what are you doing ?

"I thank you for the gift, beloved," began the Prince of the Federated Suns. He lifted a piece of cake in his right hand. "Wife, in honor of our marriage, in addition to this morsel, I give you a vast prize." He slipped the doily from his dessert plate and held the dish aloft in his one hand for all to see. "Here, my love," he said, looking at Melissa with laughing eyes and a triumphant expression. "I give you the Capellan Confederation!"

Book IV

Remise

41

St. Andre

Sarna Commonality, Capellan Confederation

20 August 3028

A missile exploding against the DropShip's hull shot static through the auxiliary monitor's picture of the Dropmaster. The woman turned from the camera, then looked back at Andrew Redburn. "No sweat, Redburn. They just flamed that bird." She glanced at the time at the bottom of the screen. "Mark, one minute until drop. We're hot, so your children better have their brakes on."

Redburn nodded. "Roger." He reached out and switched his radio over to the tactical frequency. "Fifty seconds to drop, campers. This is the real thing. Archer and Demon Lances will harass the targets. Bullseye, Cat, and Fox Lances, go in. Hit your jets when clear of the egg. Remember, we'll be facing 'Mechs lots bigger than we are, but the others in the First Battalion have them occupied. We're the sting. Make it good."

Redburn gave his couch harness an extra tug to pull it tight over his cooling vest. Sending an assault lance of light 'Mechs against Assault 'Mechs? The intelligence on theseGoliaths better be right or thisFirestarter they've got me in will be my coffin.Stinging sweat dripped down into eyes as he waited for the seconds to tick off the digital display on his monitor.

Redburn felt two more explosions rock the OverlordClass DropShip Firewalker. I hope like hell this baby makes it to the drop zone.Above him, he heard the deep roar of the ship's auto-cannons as they spat clouds of metal back out at the Liao fighters swarming around the ship. He switched his radio back to speak with the Dropmaster and caught the piece of a transmission heading for her.

"Roger, Firewalker.We copy. Intercept in fifteen seconds. You sow the dragon's teeth and my Aerowing will keep the gnats off your hide."

The Dropmaster smiled. "Glad to have you with us, Falcon Leader. Torch One, drop in ten seconds, nine . . ."

Punching two buttons on his command console, Andrew patched the countdown through to his command, First Battalion's Delta company. "Because you and your people appear on no official rosters, Captain Redburn, you'll be our little surprise," Colonel Stone had remarked as the Firewalkerhurled insystem from the sun's nadir jump point. "The first and second battalions will draw out Cochraine's Goliaths,and you'll goose them."

A series of sharp metallic rasps and clanks thundered through the Firestarter'scockpit as the drophatches irised open. Redburn's stomach lurched as the 35-ton Firestarterfell from the DropShip. The familiar thrum of engines and other comforting DropShip sounds suddenly vanished into the windy quiet of a drop.

Sensory input from a thousand sources flooded into Redburn's cockpit. Sorting through it, he ignored the fear that had built up while waiting for the drop. His brown eyes flashed on the altimeter, then growled, "Low drop, Delta. Burn hard! Now!"Following his own command, Redburn pushed hard on his foot pedals, igniting the jump jets on the Firestarter'sback. He eased up on the left pedal for half a second, letting the right jet twist him toward the battlefield.

My God, it's a hellground,thought Redburn as he surveyed the landscape of frozen red desert. The wide, virtually featureless plain stretched out as far as the eye could see in all directions, except where the thick, black smoke of burning 'Mechs cut off his view. This place is a desert because it gets so little rainfall during the year, but this high up means it stays cold.He glanced at his external thermometer. Zero degrees Celsius. Damned cold!

Opposite where his command had jetted to the ground, the Davion Light Guards' First Battalion was arrayed in a staggered formation to engage the Liao Battalion at a distance. Long-range missile exchanges had pockmarked the landscape with cratered reminders of poor marksmanship. Burning 'Mechs of various sizes and allegiances, or scraps thereof, decorated the battlefield as reminders of war-machine efficacy.

Redburn chewed his lip, thinking that something was very wrong here. Our lines are pushed too far back!"Eagle, how's your vantage point?"

Leftenant Craon's voice crackled with nervousness. "Not so good. I don't see Second Battalion."

Redburn swallowed hard. "Neither do I." He studied the tactical display on his auxiliary monitor. It showed elements he identified as First Battalion withdrawing toward some low hill formations to the south. First Battalion's speed will beat that of theGoliaths, but running keeps our 'Mechs at theGoliath 's optimum range. Most of the First Battalion's 'Mechs can't fight at that range. Where the hell is Second Battalion ?

Archie St. Agnan's voice cut into Redburn's neurohelmet. "My sensors have picked up Colonel Stone's identifier still with our troops. Wait! I have a transmission from him ..."

Andrew licked his dry lips. "Patch it through."

Static crackled and popped loudly, half obscuring the faint transmission. "Delta, pull out. Second Battalion aborted landing. Liao air cover is too heavy. The Goliathswill eat up your recruits ..."

That's Stone, all right.Andrew keyed his throat mike. "Did you all get that?"

Drew Montbard replied strongly. "We copied, Captain. I vote we go in."

"This isn't a democracy, Drew." Andrew summoned a technical readout on the GoliathAssault 'Mech to his primary monitor. Two LRM launchers, but those four-legged monsters should be out of missiles by now. That leaves them their particle projection cannons. If we get in close enough, those won't be worth spit, either. We're at doublestrength for a company.

"Archie," Andrew said. "Don't acknowledge the transmission. We never got it. Ground 'em now, troops! Land in that wash over to the south. Hit top speed, use the wash for cover, and come in from behind. If they want to court-martial us for disobeying orders, first they'll have to let us win this fight, won't they?"

The massive quadruped Goliath'Mechs looked more like conventional tanks that had sprouted a leg at each corner of their boxy chassis. Their low, flat turrets swiveled side to side as though the muzzle of their PPCs spied out targets before blasting them into oblivion. Nearly twelve meters high, the 'Mechs stood a third again as tall as any of the light 'Mechs opposing them. Like a solid line of mechanized war elephants, the Goliaths,drove their fleeing enemies before them.

Andrew Redburn narrowed his eyes as he settled the targeting crosshairs for his Firestarter'stwin arm-mounted medium lasers. It was just like they said at Warriors Hall on New Syrtis. Every 'Mech had two flaws. One was the designer, who believes he's created an invincible machine, and the other was the pilot, who believes the designer."Archer and Demon Lances, let fly!"

The two Valkyrielances released their flights of LRMs while the other three Delta lances raced in beneath the missile umbrella. As the missiles arced overhead, ten ruby shafts of medium laser fire flashed forward like arrows at two of the Goliaths.The lasers slashed long, deep gashes in the giant 'Mechs' armor, and the incoming missiles gnawed at the holes like maggots feasting on an open wound.

The two rearmost Goliathsshuddered. Missiles blasted chunks of aft armor from the torsos of both 'Mechs in a fiery rain of debris, then Andrew saw explosions carry further into the Goliaths'hearts. Subsidiary explosions wracked both machines, and a flash of white light on Andrew's infrared display told him that the 'Mech on the right had lost some of the shielding surrounding its fusion engine.

The pilots of both 'Mechs, reacting to the assault from the rear, tried to turn their cumbersome machines to face the threat, but Delta company's initial attack had damaged them more seriously than they had realized. As the 'Mechs began to come about, their legs, no longer coordinated because of destroyed gyrostabilizers, splayed out, sending each machine crashing to the ground.

Redburn fought the earthquake-like tremor triggered by the 80-ton monsters slamming into the earth. Hope our luck holds and Stone can rally his forces."Move it, Delta. We're here."

Staying out of range, yet moving to make themselves difficult targets, the Valkyriesof Archer and Demon Lances concentrated their missile and laser fire on carefully chosen targets. Bullseye, Cat, and Fox Lances, consisting of light 'Mechs designed for close-in combat, streamed into the midst of the Liao force like a pack of wolves hunting caribou. Working in close concert, each lance picked out a target, then took it apart.

Fox Lance, led by Hugh de Payens in a Firestarter,attacked the first Goliathto complete the turn and engage Delta company head on. As Hugh closed, two of his three flamers bathed the large 'Mech in orange fire. The Goliathpilot cranked his PPC muzzle down, releasing a savage bolt of blue lighting that stabbed the left side of the Firestarter'schest. Armor peeled off like butter rolling up a knife, but it failed to fully breach the Firestarter'sarmor.

Hugh's lancemates swept in beneath the PPC's azure beam. The three ungainly, birdlike Jennersreleased flights of short-range missiles that spiraled out at their massive target. Brilliant explosions blossomed over the Goliath'storso, and two of the SRMs pierced the 'Mech's chest armor to sow havoc in its heart. Black smoke began to pour from the hole, indicating damage to the engine shielding.

The Jennersand both Firestartersof Fox Lance raked the Goliathwith relentless ruby beams of laser fire that shredded armor on the 'Mech's left legs. Through the ragged holes, Andrew saw the massive, corded myomer fibers that made up the artificial muscles driving the Goliath. One more barrage and that 'Mech is done for.

Andrew turned his attention to the Goliathjust forward of his position. It had begun to turn in an attempt to attack Delta company, but all it had managed to do was expose its left flank to Cat Lance. Without a second thought, Geoffrey St. Omer and his MechWarriors made the most of the opportunity.

The two humanoid Javelinslaunched two dozen SRMs at the ponderous Assault 'Mech. The missiles, augmented by another dozen SRMs from the lance's three Jenners,peppered the 'Mech's left flank and long legs. They spawned a fire-torrent whirling around the Goliath'sleft foreleg. As the twisting column of fire changed to dark, greasy smoke, it spat glowing, half-melted shards of ceramic armor to the frozen ground.

The Goliath'spilot fought valiantly to bring his machine around, but Cat Lance gave him no quarter. Even as the Goliath'sPPC muzzle tried to find a target, the Jennersfired their wing-mounted lasers. Like surgeons in a field hospital, they concentrated on the Goliath'sobvious injury.

Andrew dropped his targeting crosshairs onto the Goliath'sweakened forelimb. In concert with those of Cat Lance, his lasers stabbed out. The scarlet beams vaporized what little armor remained on the leg, then cut up into the Goliath'sshoulder. In a font of burning metal fragments, the joint melted and the left leg slipped. The Goliathtottered to the left, then the limb snapped off, spinning the 'Mech to the ground. The assault 'Mech tumbled back into half a somersault, crushing the cockpit, before it fell heavily onto its wounded flank.

Andrew pivoted his Firestarterto the left as a searing white fireball shot from the holes in another Goliath'sright flank. Andrew watched as the miniature sun of the Goliath'sfusion engine sent superheated plasma tendrils throughout the 'Mech's body. Looking like a DropShip blasting for the stars, the Goliath'sturret shot into the air on an argent jet, then exploded into a million smoking scraps.

Poor bastard. Never got out.Andrew felt a pang of sympathy for the Liao pilot, then glanced at the tactical display on his auxiliary monitor. FourGoliaths down and three badly hurt.

Suddenly, a spiral of oily smoke dissipated, giving Redburn a clear view of a Goliathin the middle of the Liao formation. Riding just above the stylized white castle marking the 'Mech as a member of Cochraine's Goliaths,Andrew thought he saw an insignia. He punched a command for magnification into his command console. The holographic display refocused closer, showing sunlight glinting off the bronze triangle boldly emblazoned on the 'Mech.