The God and the Youth
Strings of light criss-cross Jupiter’s low orbit. The construction of the bomb is entering its second stage; once all of the compactor discs are ready, they will commence the shrinking of the gas giant into a super-dense sphere no more than two hundred and fifty metres across, nearly six hundred thousand times smaller than its original size. This will then be enclosed in a well-armoured casing able to withstand a bombardment that would shatter our own moon. One thousand black hole generators would be enslaved to the main bomb in the core; along with providing enough energy to generate a gravity shield, they would also act as a trigger for the bomb – when the generators were simultaneously overloaded, Jupiter would turn into a supermassive black hole with a diameter measured in light years. The process would also release energy on the level of an extremely powerful hypernova; sufficient to sterilize whatever was left of the galaxy on the fringes of the newly born black hole.
“It’s rather inspiring, isn’t it?” The Tree-Emperor floats over to where I am, watching over the greatest construction project in humanity’s history from an observation balcony on the Sword of Ean.
“Yes, I suppose building something that could wipe out a hundred thousand light years’ worth of stars is a very inspiring feat.” I say. He shakes his head. “I meant everyone working together, like this. Back in my time we would not even have been able to conceive of such things.” Ean laughs. “I couldn’t imagine how big the universe was until I could see it for myself.”
“Yet the Masters could switch it off like you would a light bulb.”
“Yes, there is that. If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that there is always something greater around the corner. That doesn’t mean that we won’t win, of course. Even the underdog has its day,” grins Ean confidently. “Our courage and ingenuity should be sufficient.”
“Will it? Have you been to their dimension before?”
“No, but I have received an invitation once. Some man drinking tea in a garden offered it to me.”
“Sounds familiar. I may have met someone similar.” I say, as I watch Erec struggling with Sekhenun’s laboratory machinery. “Huh, it looks like your goddess has got him tamed.”
“Ah, well…” He hesitates a bit. “She has that effect on most people. Erec and his family seem to be nice, but…”
I chuckle “The whole Hail to our God-Emperor antic gets a bit tiresome, doesn’t it?”
“I’ve had royal guards following me everywhere before. It is always tiresome, especially when things go sour and you end up having to protect them instead.”
There is a loud crash from the hallways below as Erec drops the stuff he is carrying. For the first time, I’m treated to the sight of him cringing submissively as Sekhenun begins doling out the verbal abuse. I turn to the Tree-Emperor with a grin. “Does she do that with you?”
He gives me a piercing stare with his ageless eyes and replies, “If you’re going to start talking about that, you might want to know that I have heard plenty of stories about you and your princess.”
“Right, let’s not.”
“Agreed.”
After a few moments of peaceful silence, I resume the conversation. “By the way, how are you finding that book on space combat that I lent you?”
“The treatise was interesting, to say the least. Adapting one’s mind to think in the three dimensional structure of space as a battlefield is not as easy as it seems. I’m afraid I will never be a very good pilot. I prefer the feeling of my feet on the ground as I run at my enemies.”
“But?”
Ean laughs heartily. “Yes, there is a but. But I think I can imagine the flow of battle, now that I have fully understood the weapons involved. The fundamental nature of warfare has not yet changed. Misdirection, organization, location; all of these are still as important as they were thousands of years ago. I look forward to testing my skills against the Star League.”
“Perfect. As of now, I’m giving you the job of directing our military strategy against the League.”
“Adrahasis should have more experience, given his parentage and his specialization. I think he would be more qualified. For that matter, you have more experience than I do.” He seems surprised, his lips curled in a bemused smile as he protests his appointment half-heartedly. I knew that I had him, however, and pressed on.
“As a tactician, Adrahasis is brilliant, but the Star League knows of his reputation and has ways to keep him in check. He is best deployed as a smoke screen for our real strategy. I know a thing or two about tactics, but I will be needed on the field and cannot afford to spend too much time commanding. We have many competent officers, but few have the ability to coordinate an engagement on the scale that I expect. This will not be an easy war.”
“I don’t recall commanding anything more than a hundred thousand men. This is quite different.”
“Don’t be humble with me. I’ve read your epic. You were known not only for physical ability on the battlefield, but also your cunning. Unless Shulgi was really embellishing matters, I think you will have no problems adapting to space warfare.”
“I doubt he’d be so kind as to praise me more than I deserve,” nods Ean. In a matter of seconds his manner has turned rather more authoritative as he turns his mind to the problem before him. “Very well, we will give this a try. I will need aides to help me break down the information, and you will need to get me involved on fleet organization as soon as possible. Your modern war is a bit more structured than the ones I am used to."
“Excellent. I’ll get it done. Oh, and I still need to make up an official rank for you… I was thinking Grand Marshal of the Galactic Core Invasion Force…”
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