The banner was a white wheel with seven spokes, not the hexarchate’s six, and a golden flame in the center. Cheris remembered what Subcommand Two had said about central integers.
A murmur went around the command center. “Well,” Nerevor said, “they’re not making any attempt to hide their heresy.”
“Liozh,” Jedao said, very quietly. The seventh faction, which had been destroyed for its heresy. Cheris hoped she had misheard him.
“Thirty seconds out of dire cannon range,” Weapons said.
“Message and null banner transmitted per instructions,” Communications said just after that.
“They’re shifting formation in response,” Scan said. “We may be able to catch a glimpse – that’s odd.” The marionette bit off a curse. “There only seem to be five moths in the swarm.”
“Of course,” Cheris said, angry with herself. “Look at those pivots—” Those pivots, those coefficients. “They maximized their scan shadow. Unless they’re feigning low numbers by feigning high numbers” – baroque, but you could never be sure – “that might mean they only captured five moths.” Had the rest been destroyed?
“They’re transmitting a message to the Fortress,” Communications said. “I’m dumping it to the crypto team, but this is military-grade and we don’t have the session keys, so it’ll take time to see if there are vulnerabilities.”
“Let’s see if the Fortress responds,” Jedao said. “Someone over there might have an attack of nerves.”
Were the heretics really going to believe the preposterous claim that they could break the shields?
Jedao said, “Wake up, that’s not a standard—”
Cheris spotted the incoming object in the scan summary.
“That’s a bomb!” Scan said. “Don’t understand the trajectory. It’s going to catch more of them than us in the blast radius.”
Anomalies never worked in your favor. Especially since the five-swarm was moving toward the bomb, not away from it.
The bomb went off. It did not, in fact, catch any of the Kel swarm in its radius. It did, however, encompass the entirety of the five-swarm, in a sphere of rippling light the color of broken glass, and it shifted the moths around in a dizzying swirl.
The Kel swarm was now surrounded by a kaleidoscope of phantom bannermoths, a hundred of them. Only five of them were real, but the phantoms could undoubtedly do some kind of damage. Cheris immediately mapped the symmetries: it was a radial force multiplier, it was probably only going to last as long as the bomb’s radiation lingered, and if they didn’t come up with a counter, they were going to be nailed full of holes by a numerically superior force.
CHAPTER NINE
“SO THAT’S WHAT they were up to,” Jedao said.
Cheris couldn’t spare the effort to talk to him. Instead, her fingers flew over the terminal. “This formation, now,” she said. It was only going to buy them a little time. Shield effects were usually short-lived, and that didn’t take into account phase transition modifiers.
“They’re testing us,” Jedao said. “Time for a show of force. Destroy them.”
She needed an objective. The enemy swarm would react if she threatened the Fortress, so she needed to get closer. Distance was her lever. Not only could she force them to react in defense of the Fortress, she could nullify further use of the kaleidoscope bomb by getting too close for them to use it without also multiplying the Kel swarm. Twenty Jedaos, what a terrible thought. But the multiplier should only work on straightforward weapon effects, not people.
Cheris sent her intermediate computations to Navigation, with instructions to calculate the final movements.
They started taking hits. The formation shields blossomed like fever-flowers in Kel gold. Cheris instructed Weapons to return fire according to a preset pattern. Weapons looked like it wanted to protest, but Nerevor glared at it, then returned to coordinating the other officers in support of Cheris’s orders.
Cheris wished that she was crowned with eyes so she could take in all the data that were skittering across her display, but she had to make do with the eyes she had. Jedao seemed content to leave matters in her hands.
The kaleidoscope swarm’s movements revealed dependencies: all phantoms of a given moth tended to move in the same way. From the variable strength of the effect, she could figure out which of the moths were the originals; the phantoms looked too similar for scan to distinguish them directly.
“Coordinates for the originals,” Cheris said, passing on the information. “Focus fire on One—”
The Kel swarm moved in, shifting to regenerate the shield effect.
“Cheris!” Jedao said. “Vidona Diaiya’s up to something.”
“Formation break, sir!” Scan said at the same time.
Cheris caught herself before she hissed a profanity. What was it with her and formation breaks? Besides the fact that Kel luck was always bad?
“Message from Commander Diaiya,” Communications said, and played it back at Cheris’s nod.
Diaiya was smiling. “Let me sort that out for you, General,” she said, with too much emphasis on Cheris’s rank.
White-red enemy dire cannon fire pierced the shields at the formation break. Vidona Diaiya’s Starvation Hound had changed facing even though she had no dire cannon on that side to bring to bear. One of the boxmoths, Kel Nhiel’s River Full of Stones, took a crippling hit to its engine.
Commander Nerevor was shouting at Diaiya to resume formation, but the Hound remained obdurately silent.
And this, Cheris thought in a fury, was why the Kel rarely allowed non-Kel to rise to command: no formation instinct meant they couldn’t be relied on to follow orders themselves.
“All units, reconfigure formation to exclude Starvation Hound,” Cheris said coldly. Too late to save Nhiel’s moth, but it had to be done.
The Starvation Hound had launched a large, stubby projectile out of what appeared to be a modified gunport. It exploded into a cobwebby cloud of spores. A good third of the kaleidoscope moths were trapped when the spores billowed into enormous fungal blooms, sickly pink-gray with violet undertones.
Seconds later, the Hound was written over in words of fire, ash, failure.
“That skullfucking idiot killed all her soldiers because she had to show off her special toy,” Jedao said savagely.
Cheris swung around to stare at Jedao, even if she agreed with him, but of course there was no one there but a shadow. People in the command center were giving her strange looks.
“How in the name of ash and talon did that fucking Vidona fit a fucking fungal canister on a fucking bannermoth?” Nerevor was demanding. “That shouldn’t even be possible!”
“It’s a little late to ask her,” Cheris snapped. The fungal cocoon helped, she couldn’t deny that, but they should have been able to win this without it, just with greater casualties. Besides, in the normal course of things, moths only came equipped with cocoons with direct authorization from Kel Command. She didn’t look forward to explaining the incident to them.
“Both of you need to stay focused,” Jedao said sharply.
Cheris glared at Nerevor, and the other woman returned her attention to the crew.
“Cheris,” Jedao said after she had given the next set of orders. “Movement patterns. I can’t prove it mathematically, but targets Three and Four are slaved to One, and Five is slaved to Two.” He was referring to the actual enemy moths, not the phantoms; damage to the actual moths reduced the phantoms’ firepower.
Four was partly blocked by the cocoon. They could deal with it later. Cheris asked Scan for confirmation about the others. Scan chewed over the data and agreed that Jedao was probably correct.