Counter strike. Макс Глебов
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investigation to you immediately, and I was going to hand it over as part of the final report.”
“And what stopped you?”
“Analysis showed that if Lavroff did not exist, the Solar System would have been captured by the quargs eight months ago.”
I escorted Lit-ta to the cabin specially equipped for her aboard battleship Bangui. The guest of honor was to be brought home with maximum comfort and in the shortest possible time, and two more battleships, an aircraft carrier, a dozen destroyers and three «Invisibles» were assigned as escorts. No one wanted to lose such a valuable ally to the Federation because of some stray squadron of quargs.
“Admirrral,” said Lit-ta in the doorway, showing me her split tongue and sort of accidentally promoting me, “Our sssuperrrior leaderrr loved the idea of a fleet of hybrrrid ssshipsss with mixed crrrewsss. Contact me thrrrough your beaconsss, and I’ll sssend you the expertsss and everrrything you need to grow our ssshipsss.”
Lit-ta flew home, and I went back to Earth, where Jeff and Professor Stein were waiting for me. They just couldn’t wait to dig into the lizard technique. I’ve given them the task of creating a hybrid reconnaissance ship from Kruger 60, as soon as I heard from security specialists that the information I needed was starting to be collected in their database.
The heads of the captive quargs whom we managed to remove the block were a complete mess. The craftsman who twisted their brains out knew his business. The most important information to us has been destroyed in the quargs’ memory in the first place. They didn’t get senile or become something like a vegetable. The functions of the brain, which are responsible for everyday activities, have not been disrupted. Short-term memory also functioned well, but in long-term memory, it was as if a tornado had passed through, not tearing everything down, but selectively destroying what was needed.
But there was something left, the process of information self-destruction did not always get started in time to get to the end.
It seems that information about the captured humans and the lizards was considered important enough by the block developer, moreover, this information was not available to all prisoners. But when we successfully removed over a thousand blocks, and the security officers were already struggling to move with fatigue, constantly interrogating more prisoners, something started to emerge.
“Rear Admiral, Sir,” Major Karjalainen has contacted me via hypercommunication, it was the same officer from the Department of Defense Internal Security who was investigating the trap that was set up for us by Global Weapon Industries’ lobbyists during the Gliese 338 operation. He was a Senior Lieutenant at the time, but apparently that investigation helped his career.
“I’ve been ordered to send you an information packet on the possible locations of the prisoners and lizards in the quarg rear,” my tablet vibrated announcing the receipt of the file, “As a direct participant in the interrogation of prisoners, I may add that the information is incomplete and quite contradictory,” continued Karjalainen, “It appeared that they were places of temporary detention, but they had been in operation for many years. What’s going on out there, none of the prisoners know or remember because of the memory loss.”
“Thank you, Major, you’ve been very helpful, tell me how the quargs have behaved after the removal of the block?”
“They behave very differently, Rear Admiral, Sir. Some of them don’t talk, and then we have to use chemicals. Others speak for themselves, sometimes without even waiting for questions. There have been four cases in which the quargs have volunteered to help us and have expressed their willingness to cooperate if this would help to remove the blocks of other prisoners.”
“Who gave them these blocks?”
“Their authorities. This is done in special centres, which are quite numerous throughout the territory of the quargs. The block needs to be renewed every ten years, otherwise it kills the host. They told me why it was done. If a quarg deviates from the correct behavior, the blocks of such a quarg and his whole family are not renewed. Surrender is also considered to be a deviation, with all the consequences, if it becomes known. Therefore, quargs surrender only when they realize that the information will not reach their superiors.”
“The blocks are for ordinary quargs only?”
“No. All the prisoners have them, and many of them are officers, but they’re not above the average of a major.”
“Thank you, Major, I look forward to the completion of your work.”
“Rear Admiral, Sir, if we learn anything of real importance, I will contact you immediately. The order to keep you informed comes directly from our Chief.”
As we flew to Earth, I had time to think about the situation. A lot of things have happened recently, so it was clearly necessary to think them over carefully. Despite the seemingly good overall picture, I didn’t feel comfortable. There’s been too many unknowns in this equation called the war on the quargs.
I tried to analyze what was most haunting me. First of all, I didn’t like the calm on the front lines. There were no preconditions for it. Of course, our encounter with the lizards and the collapse of the quargs’ capture of another star system of reptiles could not be pleasant news for the enemy, but these events were not catastrophic for the quargs, at least in the short term.
Our recon ships have been snooping around the outskirts of the quarg rear systems, not too afraid of the mass detectors that the enemy has been actively using in recent months to defend their possessions against the sudden attacks of our ships. The recon ships could feel relatively secure, as the mass detector network could only detect ships larger than the destroyer. However, our intelligence has seen nothing extraordinary. Although the scouts did not venture into the central parts of the star systems because they were patrolled too tightly, and unmanned reconnaissance probes, even those launched from a long distance, were usually intercepted by the quargs before they could gather and transmit the necessary information.
Every day, I grew confident that the enemy was preparing something big and unexpected that could make us all very sick.
The second thing that was of no less concern to me was our failure in the Delta Trianguli system. I am not saying that we failed, but we did not achieve the planned result. The quargs have found truly effective means to combat the drone torpedoes. Of course, the torpedoes remained a formidable weapon, but they could no longer give us a decisive advantage, because too many of them were destroyed as a result of employment of unmanned scanner networks and the massive use of pursuit planes to shield heavy ships from a torpedo strike. And the enemy battleships and cruisers themselves have become different. The density of anti-aircraft weapons tripled, making heavy enemy ships difficult targets for torpedoes. It was time to bring something new to the stage that could make up for the shortfall seen in the number of battleships in the Federation Fleet, especially those like Titan. We have not yet learned how to build such ships. In this regard, I had some hopes for cooperation with the lizards, but we haven’t even started it yet, and the fleet desperately needed to replenish the heavy ships now, already yesterday.
The Federation industry has not been able to make up for the shortage of ships quickly. The recent Tobolsky’s Decree on Enhancing the Role of the State in the Management of the Military Industrial Complex was only the first step towards the militarization of the economy, but we still had a long and arduous road ahead, and the results were urgently needed.
The only thing that could be done relatively quickly was to increase the production of rather simple «Invisibles», drone torpedoes and unmanned pursuit planes, hoping to solve the problem if not by improving product quality then at least by increasing the quantity of products. At the same time, these ships needed commanders capable of responding flexibly to frequent changes in the environment that forced constant modification in the tactics of using drone torpedoes.
Stein’s call caught me before the last jump to the Solar system.
“Igor, I have good news,” the Professor smiled, “a prototype of a full-size transport ring is almost ready. We can start testing in a couple of days. It is true that we have not yet managed to overcome the limitations of the