The Dead Sun(Star Force Series #9)

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The first thing I did after the meeting was get dressed in my finest uniform. I then made some vidscreen calls. Surprised officials climbed out of bed to take my call. When you’re the ruler of a planet, no one is too busy to talk to you.

I summoned our newly hatched World Parliament. There had been an Imperial Senate, but in the dismantling of Crow’s Empire, we’d dissolved it—in truth, I’d killed most of the members in the process of forcing the world to sue for peace. I’d taken that route rather than bombing cities or destroying fleets. I needed cities and fleets much more than I’d needed politicians.

Soon however, I’d figured out that politicians were like cockroaches. More always scuttled out no matter how many you stomped flat. I’d become resigned to the fact that I was going to have to live with them.

To replace the Imperial Senate, I’d created a parliament with each member state being allotted at least a single member. The number of members was fixed at a thousand, and each nation had a number of members based on their population. You’d think that China would win out in that scenario, but due to years of warfare there were surprise winners such as Indonesia. They’d had about two hundred and fifty million citizens before the arrival of the machines, and as they’d never had much in the way of military, high technology or heavy industry, they’d never been targeted. Other countries hadn’t faired so well, and there were a few billion less people on Earth today than there had been a decade ago. As a result, Indonesia had forty-nine members of parliament to represent them.

“Can this be right?” I asked my handlers. “Indonesia gets forty-nine votes?”

“It is an impressive number, Colonel,” said one of my people, the guy who was supposed to arrange my clothing. He had a faintly British accent, perfect hair, dark eyes and a false, insipid smile.

I hated my handlers. All of them.

They were Jasmine’s idea. Sure, I knew she was correct in thinking that I needed help to look my best, but these people took it too far. They dressed me and fixed me up like some kind of plastic doll. I felt like a mannequin in a chair.

The worst part was I found myself getting used to the royal treatment. I didn’t like that. I’d never wanted to be some fancy-pants guy in a suit. I’d never wanted fame, fortune or the guy I now found on his knees at my side, toying with a nickel-plated saber that didn’t want to attach properly to my cummerbund.

To be certain that I never resembled Crow too closely, I made sure I wore a black uniform, cut along the lines of normal Star Force attire. It was formal, but not silly. I didn’t have a chest that jingled with medals, nor was my outfit shining white as Crow’s had been.

“What’s with the sword?” I demanded from the sword-handling guy. “Why do I have to wear a sword at all? Whose idea was that?”

My voice might have been a trifle harsh because the poor guy looked scared. His hands leapt from my side and hovered in the air. Down there on his knees, he looked pitiful.

They all backed off in a chain reaction that had begun with the startled sword guy. The woman who’d been farting around with my hair took two steps backward. The makeup girl gasped and dropped a facial brush covered with skin-colored dust.

Even the guy standing in the corner holding my overcoat chickened. He stepped into the bathroom quietly.


The chief valet froze. He’d been the one who’d answered my question about Indonesia. He looked like I’d just strangled his kitten.

None of them said a damned word in response to my question. I realized they were terrified.

“Sorry,” I said, waving them all forward again. “Don’t wet yourselves. Let’s just get this over with.”

They approached me like I was some kind of unleashed jungle cat. After a few seconds, they started messing with me again. I endured, telling myself they were only doing their jobs.

I didn’t have a good reputation. People knew I might take a punch at someone who pissed me off. Hell, I’d personally torn the head off of Jack Crow, dethroning and decapitating him in a single stroke just last year. That gem of a clip had been replayed on the evening net vids non-stop for months.

But I almost never abused normal people. It wouldn’t be right. I only unleashed my physical power on Star Force people, who I knew could take a hit.

We men and women from the stars were different—almost like another breed of human. We’d spent years out there in space, and we’d changed. Our bodies and our minds weren’t the same anymore. We weren’t like these normal, soft folk. A nanotized marine could keep fighting with injuries that would kill a citizen outright. Knowing this, and being a rough group to begin with, we had many traditions of behavior that set us apart from the rest of humanity.

My resulting reputation was a burden sometimes. I felt like I was visiting a kindergarten class and I had to be careful about what I did and said. If the big, bad man started yelling, the kids might break down and cry.

When they’d all calmed down and gotten back to work, I noticed they were moving much faster, not touching me unless they had to, and keeping quiet. I kind of liked that part.

“Could you tell me, sir,” I said, addressing the Chief Valet again. I knew he was the chief because the rest of them never addressed me directly, and he had a little nametag that identified his title. I read his nametag now, squinting to see the name. “Um, Sahir,” I said.

He froze. He looked stunned to be referenced by name.

“Yes, Colonel?” he asked querulously.

“Just tell me,” I said, forcing a smile. “Whose idea was it to have me wear a sword? I’m just curious. Not mad. I’m not mad at all.”

His answering smile trembled a fraction. He opened his mouth, took in a breath, but then closed it again.

“I’m not sure, sir,” he said.

I frowned, and he went back to work, avoiding my eyes. I didn’t believe him. I’m an old bullshitter from way back, and I know one of my own when I see one.

Just then, I heard a laugh and a light clapping of hands behind me. Jasmine came in, cooing. It wasn’t like her to coo, and the sound made my frown melt away.

“Turn around,” she said.

“I’m not doing a spin.”

“You’re no fun. But you look great.”

“You’re sure you don’t mean fabulous?” I asked, resting my hand on my sword. The hilt was right there, and it was either hold it or let it rattle when I walked.

“Oh, they put the saber on!” Jasmine said. “It looks quite good.”

My lips compressed, and I nodded slowly. I had my answer now. The sword had been Jasmine’s idea. I looked for that Sahir guy, but he’d wisely ducked out of the room.

Jasmine hugged me, and I ran my hand lightly over her belly. She allowed this, looking shy.

“Feel anything?” she asked, whispering into my ear.

“Not yet. Pretty soon, it will look like you’ve just eaten two dinners. Have you been to the doctor?”

“They already know. I’ll take care of everything. Don’t worry.”

But I was worried. The machines had killed my first two kids. Why not this new one? It was a disturbing thought.

We walked together to the backstage area. Just beyond were glaring lights and an impressive lectern. I was due to give a speech there in a few minutes in the center of the Parliament chambers.

After destroying Crow’s government, we’d had to rebuild the building in a new spot. Geneva was again the center of the world government but with a new, spherical building to meet within. The thronged delegates couldn’t see us, but we could see them. They were stacked very high, like an opera house going upward fifty floors or more. The distant dome above them was lit blue-white, as bright as a sunny sky.

I left Jasmine backstage with a kiss and walked out onto the platform.

Everyone stood and clapped. They didn’t cheer and howl, but they clapped for a long time. Crow had instilled that instinct into them. I’d read that he’d often had his own senators watched during his public performances. People who sat sullenly and didn’t clap had often mysteriously disappeared. The politicians had soon figured things out, and they’d given him a standing ovation every time toward the end of his reign.

That same instinct had to be in them today, I thought. I knew they didn’t all love me. I ran my eyes over the crowd, which wasn’t easy. There were over three thousand present. Each member of the parliament had staffers of their own, and the place was huge.

I’d started off with my arms upraised and my face wearing an indulgent smile. I walked to the lectern and lowered my arms. When I did so, the clapping died down.

“Members of Parliament,” I began, “people of Earth, I come to you today as the bearer of both good and bad news.”

Smiles died on a thousand faces as my words sunk in. They’d all thought I was going to announce everlasting peace had come to us and that it was all my doing. After all, the news reports were all glowing. I’d triggered a new Macro invasion and destroyed every ship they had with marginal losses. Riggs was a genius. Riggs was a hero.

So, what was this good-news, bad-news stuff? No one liked that routine. Nobody. It always meant you had something bad to tell the crowd, and that you were trying to candy it up. That was exactly what I was doing today.

I cleared my throat. “The good news you’ve already seen. Screen please.”

Behind me, a massive display lit up. It was a hundred meters high and just as wide. A prepared vid began to play with the sound muted. It looked like some kind of action movie. There were explosions and red contacts crawling across the screen. I was there at the command table shouting orders and presiding over the victory. Snippets of action were all the vids showed, pasted together by the PR people.

The audience buzzed. They were eating it up. I felt bad having to bring up the bad news now.

“The Macros attacked us, and we survived. We destroyed them rather easily, in fact. Unfortunately, their attack isn’t over with yet.”

The audience stilled. It was a shock. It had to be. I could see some of them, and their faces were confused. It was almost as if they weren’t able to process my words properly.

“Next screen,” I said with a heavy heart.

I showed them everything Marvin had shown us. I walked them through it. They stirred, and there were a few gasps, but for the most part they sat there in stunned silence. They saw new details that we’d only just gathered. We knew where the Macros ships were now, the ones hiding in the wake of those twirling chunks of ice.

“Each of these ice chunks is bigger than we’d initially realized,” I explained. “They’re not normal comets. Each is a planetoid, on the order of a small moon: About twenty to fifty miles across, they’re quite dangerous all by themselves.”


The grim drumbeat of facts fell from my mouth and beat down their spirits. I felt like some kind of harbinger of doom. Perhaps that’s exactly what I was.

My staffers had argued with me, naturally. They hadn’t wanted me to do this. They hadn’t wanted the information to get out so soon. They spoke of panic. They spoke of depression.

But I’d told them I wasn’t going to hold back information like this. I wanted people to know what was coming. I wanted them to know the real score. If humanity was about to go out like a candle flickering in the wind, I wasn’t going to be the last public official to tell a big lie to everyone.

“I know this isn’t the news you were hoping for today,” I concluded. “But it is what it is. All we can do is defeat the machines. We have some time, as they won’t be here for months. We’ll prepare. We’ll build up. We’ll win.”

I could tell that wasn’t enough. They weren’t cheering. They were hardly speaking.

“I know that every man, woman and child on this green Earth wants to keep breathing. In order to do so, we’re going to have to work as we’ve never worked before. I have a dozen proposals here with me today. I’d like you to pull the documents up on your screens, and we’ll discuss them. The budgets are huge, and the state may well go bankrupt, but I’m asking for your approval anyway. If we live, we’ll figure out how to pay for it all later.”

They’d heard that one before. We all had. But there it was. We were in emergency-mode now. All our means of production had to be converted to the war effort.

“I want you to know that I’m certain we’ll win this fight. I’ve almost never lost, have I? Have confidence, give me your best, and we’ll win again.”

Now, finally, they were beginning to clap. The applause was scattered, however, and it quickly died.

“We have to become as cold and hard as the machines themselves. They don’t feel tired. They don’t get depressed. What they do is work relentlessly. We have our advantages as well. We’re more flexible than they are. We learn faster and adapt. When fighting their fleet last week, I discovered they had several new technological advances. We know about them now—they won’t surprise us again.”

The applause was a little louder on that line, but it still died fast.

I leaned forward, gripping the lectern and looking into their faces. I didn’t speak for several long seconds.

“You know,” I began slowly. “I’m feeling an urge to break from the script.”

I chuckled, but no one joined me.

“At this very moment, I know there are people backstage looking for a way to hang themselves, but I’m going to do it anyway. All of you people at home deserve that.”

They waited quietly, and I honestly don’t think any of them knew what I was about to say.

“The moment I heard about the Macros out there, spinning their webs in space, I thought of an old Latin proverb: Si vis pacem, para bellum. That means ‘if you want peace, prepare for war.’ Everyone knows the Romans were a feisty bunch, but they predicted the spot we find ourselves in today. We had a brief rest and immediately became lazy.”

There was a muttering at that. They didn’t like it. I raised my hand, and they quieted.

“I know many of you work hard. I know you’ve gone through a lot, as have I. And I know we are war-weary as a people. We just want this to end. You thought we’d achieved peace because the enemy had stopped coming. You dared hope the enemy had vanished into the night just as mysteriously as they’d first come. But that’s not how it’s going to be.”

I made spinning motion with my hand to the stage director, suggesting she back up the vids.

“Play the second one again, please,” I said.

The engineers obliged. Cold dark images of ice chunks were again displayed. They were more detailed than they had been when I’d first seen them in my conference room. After Marvin’s warning, we’d put every telescope and probe we had on that part of the sky. We still couldn’t make out individual ships, but we knew a lot about the comets.

“We have to defeat this threat, but we have to do more than that. We have to go out into space, find every last one of these machines, and destroy it. There can never be peace with them. You can’t deal with a predator. Either it eats you, or you kill it. That’s the case here. And right now, before the heavens and the people of Earth, I swear to do this. I’ll go out there and kill them all—or die trying.”

I don’t know quite what I was thinking about as I said those words, but I meant them. Maybe I was thinking about all the dead we’d lost in this war already. Maybe I was thinking of my unborn child in Jasmine’s womb, who’d never yet had a chance to see the light of day.

Whatever the case, there was real feeling in my statement. I wasn’t bullshitting anymore, and they knew it, because they cheered. They finally, really stood up and cheered for me.

I smiled back tightly, wondering all the while how I was going to deliver on the promise I’d just made.

After a moment, I had the answer: I didn’t really have to deliver. All I had to do was my best. I would head out to the stars and face the dragon. Either I killed it and became the hero again, or it ate me. If I lost, I wouldn’t care about the rest of it. If I won, everything was grand.

I was covered either way. I couldn’t lose.

Thinking that strange thought, I grinned at them and shook my fists over my head with absolute confidence.

The crowd loved it, and they cheered harder than ever.