I decided to review the late dispatches from the High Command once again, more from wanting something to do than from necessity.
The Technicians had finally perfected a watertight Borer unit. Similarly the cement spray we had requested was now ready. Unfortunately neither of these had been available prior to our departure from the colony ship.
While it was a mystery to me why the High Command bothered to send dispatches such as these, it did set me to thinking. Before attaining my current level of command and therefore having access to such dispatches, I had not been aware of the time lapse involved in traversing space. It seemed mildly incredible to me that two, perhaps three, flights of Warriors had been trained and dispatched since our departure from the colony ship.
It made me realize that the complexities of coordination involved in my own position were dwarfed by the task of the High Command in bringing the resources of the entire Empire to bear in one massive assault against the Ants.
It also brought to mind an unresolved problem I had previously ignored pending inactive time to fully study the matter.
"Zur?"
"Yes, Commander."
"How many Hatchings have you survived?"
There was a pause before he answered.
"I am not sure I understand your question, Commander."
"How many Hatchings have there been since you began your career?" I clarified.
I had the vague feeling I had had this conversation before.
"I do not know," Zur replied. "Why is this information important?
"While on the colony ship, I asked a Scientist to comment on the changes in the Empire. She seemed to feel the answer to that question played a large part in her reply. I was unable to decipher what she said, and I was hoping you might be able to clarify her analysis."
Zur pondered the subject for several moments.
"Do you feel outdated, Commander?" he asked finally.
"Explain?" I requested.
"Are you finding it increasingly difficult to communicate with other Warriors, to comprehend their motivations?"
"The Scientist asked similar questions at the time," I countered. "Yet when I asked if she was questioning my qualifications as a Commander, her reply was negative."
"She probably wasn't," Zur explained: "She was pointing out that you were different-not incompetent, merely different."
"Clarify?" I requested.
"The Empire has changed since you and I began our careers. I am aware of it, and apparently so are you, although you cannot identify the specifics. Warriors today think differently, react differently than you or I do. You notice I do not say better, merely different."
Both our heads turned as one of the ready lights came on on the control panel. That was for our ship. Raht was ready.
"I do not resent this change," Zur continued, "nor do I attempt to change myself. I am what I am, and I simply trust in the Empire to find an assignment where a Warrior of my attitudes and skills are necessary. While it is possible that a time will come when my usefulness will fade, I am confident that at some future date the need will arise again and I will be awakened from Deep Sleep."
"Could you elaborate on your views of the future?" I prompted.
"As you know, Tzen do not kill or destroy out of inconvenience," he said. "Even assuming the assault on the Ants is successful and the last of the Coalition is destroyed, the High Command will not abandon its Warriors. Whether from a yet undiscovered species which bars the path of our colonization or if Tzu's mythical race of intelligent warm-bloods develops, there will arise a threat to the Empire. Such is the Law of Nature. Just as the Coalition encountered a natural Enemy in us, we in turn will eventually encounter a natural Enemy whose power rivals our own. On that day, the Warriors will be awakened. As such, we need not worry about outliving our usefulness."
I thought about this for some time.
"I must admit," I said at last, "I had never given serious consideration to outliving my usefulness."
"I would not concern myself with the problem," replied Zur, "were I you, Commander. In many ways, you have changed much more readily than I."
"Explain?" I requested.
"The change has been obvious, Commander," Zur asserted. "Whether your rise in rank has been because of your change, or you have changed to fit the rank is irrelevant. The change is there."
"I am not aware of a change," I stated.
"Only because you are not prone to self-analysis. There was a time when you knew each Warrior under your command intimately. You deemed it vital to the performance of your duties. Now, I doubt if you even know the names of your strike team leaders' second-in-commands. I would hasten to point out this is not intended as criticism. A certain amount of detachment is necessary in a Commander. But it is a definite. deviation from your earlier patterns."
The second ready light came on. This time from Tur-Kam and Heem's ship. The period of waiting was nearly over.
Zur started to continue, but I held up my hand for silence. While his points were interesting to ponder in inactive time, I did not want any distractions when we finally entered into battle.
The third light remained unlit.
It occurred to me it would be ironic if the final assault against the Coalition failed because of a malfunctioning ready light.
The light still remained dark.
I considered summoning a Technician to check the device. I was about to ask Zur's opinion, when the third and final light came on, completing the pattern.
The entire force was ready.
With forced calm, I signaled the attack, and the final assault began.
CHAPTER EIGHT
There was a delay before the View Screens were activated. The first move of our assault was dropping the flyers, both the old single-Warrior and the new, larger, three-Warrior variety.
The view-input units were mounted on the underside of the flyers, and did not begin sending images until the flyers leveled off to start their attack. I could have had a visual report via the View Screens beginning the moment they were dropped from the transports, but decided the additional wait was preferable to having multiple displays of their free-fall to the planet.
The View Screens were grouped by anthill to avoid confusion in interpreting their displays. Zur and I watched in silence as one at a time they winked to life.
"Heem, Commander," came a message. "Report view-input unit malfunction on flyer four."
"Acknowledged," I replied.
The report was audible because of a late development by the Scientists. To ease strain on Planetary Commanders, they had devised a unit that could convert booster-band-relayed telepathic messages into actual sound, and reversed the process to send messages. Even though messages to the Planetary Commander were sent by strike team leaders only, in an assault such as this messages were numerous and complex enough to make this new device a major aid.
We ignored the single blank View Screen and watched the others. The first assignment of the flyers was to seal the anthills, using explosives to collapse the tunnels at and around their surface accesses. Simultaneous with this action, they were to drop the Communication Disrupters. I personally placed little faith in these units, not because I disbelieved in their efficiency, but because we had no means of verifying if they were functioning properly or not. The blank View Screen gave mute testimony that not all devices were foolproof, regardless of the reassurances supplied by the Technicians. We still used the Disrupter units, however, since in a combat situation communications are vital, and any possibility of sabotaging the Enemy's efforts to pool and coordinate information was to be pursued. I simply didn't rely on their success in my planning.
"Tur-Kam, Commander. Borer units landed and functioning."