With that thought, he headed for the tent and sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Stand down from Red Alert,” Ted ordered. “But maintain a full sensor watch at all times.”
“Yes, sir,” Lopez said. “Do you wish us to enter orbit?”
Ted shook his head. It would be irritating and inconvenient to the Marines, but entering orbit — particularly when there were still thousands of pieces of debris floating through space — posed too many risks to the fleet. The aliens might still have plasma weapons hidden on the surface, even if space debris didn’t become a threat. Besides, he wanted room to manoeuvre when the aliens returned to the system in force.
“We’ll stay here, but keep randomising our positions,” he ordered. Just because the aliens hadn’t shown mass drivers yet didn’t mean they couldn’t produce them. There was nothing particularly complex about the technology. “And make sure that we maintain regular CSP around the carriers.”
He looked down at the display, suddenly feeling very tired. The fleet had shot through nearly its entire supply of loaded missiles, something that would cost them if they had to return to battle within the next few hours. If they hadn’t brought the bombers along, Ted knew, Target One’s defenders would have won the battle, forcing him to either risk deploying mass drivers or withdrawing, conceding defeat. It wouldn’t have set a good precedent for future operations…
“Yes, sir,” Lopez said.
“And order the resupply officers to begin resupplying the fleet,” Ted continued. “I want us loaded to the gunwales as quickly as possible.”
He wondered, briefly, what the other commanders were feeling. The French and Japanese had good reason to be relieved; they’d each lost a carrier at New Russia and the victory at Target One had gone some way towards redeeming their navies. But then, if Ark Royal hadn’t been kept in reserve, the Royal Navy would have been smashed within six months of the war’s start. And the Americans… they’d actually lost a carrier.
Ted glanced down at the reports from the SAR teams. Only a handful of crewmen saved, out of a complement that numbered in the thousands. It was a serious loss to any of the interstellar powers, he knew; spacers couldn’t be trained as easily as soldiers. The Royal Navy was already threatening to start conscripting merchant spacers, even though there weren’t enough of them either. They’d probably have to design yet another accelerated training program, he reasoned, with all the problems that would cause.
He’d expected losses, he knew. God knew he’d lost men and women in combat before; starfighter pilots, the crews of the frigates that had escorted Ark Royal into combat, even a handful of Royal Marines. But losing so many stung, even if he hadn’t known them personally. And yet, even though he knew it could have been worse, it still nagged at his mind.
“I need to speak to Admiral Shallcross,” he said. “Establish the link.”
Moments later, Admiral Shallcross’s face appeared in front of him. “Admiral?”
The American looked tired and worn, Ted decided, at least as tired as Ted felt himself. The entire fleet needed a rest, he knew, but it was unlikely the aliens would give them much chance to relax. They might have blown up the orbital installations to prevent the humans from getting their hands on them, yet they had to know that humanity could pull secrets from the groundside cities too. No, they would take as little time as possible to mount a counterattack.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” Ted said, formally. There would be no time to hold a fleet-wide ceremony before they returned to Earth, but there was nothing stopping him from expressing his condolences. “The carrier and her crew fought well and deserved better.”
“I know. Admiral,” Shallcross said. “But we will have our revenge, in time.”
Ted nodded, feeling oddly relieved that the alien civilians had vanished below the waves. He had faith in his landing forces to remain disciplined, but he knew all too well just how badly discipline could suffer under the weight of strong emotion. Civilians had been abused before by soldiers and no amount of later recompense could make up for the damage. But then, there weren’t many humans who would argue the aliens deserved any concern at all.
“We will,” he agreed. “However, we also need to proceed with the resupply operations as quickly as possible, then start smashing the rest of the system. Can you handle the fighters from Roosevelt?”
“We would prefer to pass some of them over to you,” Shallcross said. “Or fly them from Napoleon, if necessary.”
“Speak to her commander; tell him I authorised it if he balks,” Ted said. He understood why the Frenchman would want to balk — the American pilots wouldn’t have been trained to launch from a French carrier — but there was no time to deal with it. “His pilots can be launched first, I think.”
“That won’t please my pilots,” Shallcross said, darkly. They shared a look of understanding; fighter pilots were trained to be aggressive, to get out into space and start fighting the enemy. “But they’ll cope with it.”
Ted smiled. “Good,” he said. “Once we have completed the resupply operations, we’ll start attacking the other installations within the system. The frigates can handle that, I think, which will allow us to keep the carriers here.”
“Probably the best course of action,” Shallcross agreed. “How long do you think we have before they come back?”
“As short as they can make it,” Ted said. He made a mental note to dispatch other frigates to peek through the other tramlines. They needed to know what was on the far side before it was too late. “But we will see, Admiral. They might have problems working out just what we have in mind.”
He smiled as he closed the connection. It was unlikely the aliens would leave them in peace long enough to complete the destruction of the system’s facilities, but he could hope. And, if they did, he could pull the fleet out through Tramline One or attack targets of opportunity along the other Tramlines, depending on just what they found on the far side.
“Admiral,” Lopez said. “You really need to get some sleep.”
“You keep telling me that,” Ted said. He shook his head, shortly. It was her job to tell him when he needed sleep. “I’ll be in my office. Wake me the moment — and I mean the moment — something happens.”
He stood, nodded to his officers, and strode out of the CIC.
“We’re reloading the missile tubes now,” Amelia said. The XO had to be as tired as everyone else, but she didn’t seem to have a single hair out of place. “The missiles were less effective than we had hoped.”
“The aliens had too much time to plot their course and plan an intercept,” James said, rubbing his forehead. The bomb-pumped lasers had seemed a dream come true, the answer to the problem of getting close enough to the alien ships to do real damage. But, like all weapons systems, they could be countered by a cunning adversary. “And they’re too fragile to take even a minor hit without being destroyed.”
He looked down at the report from the analysts. They’d managed — as always — to produce dozens of pages worth of blather, but the basics were clear. The missiles were effective, but not effective enough. Somehow, the lasers needed to be triggered further from the alien ships, which reduced their effectiveness considerably.