The Belly of the Beast
Gelmark System. 06.08.4033
“Glory to the Mushuszu Empire!” screamed the head floating in the glass jar. I look at Jheverg, who nods proudly. “This is my best man, Boshen. He will serve you well.”
“I will do my best, Bel-Senya! I will not let you down! Glory, all glory to the Dragonwarden!” I have entirely no idea how a disembodied head could scream so passionately, but it managed to do so anyway despite a clear lack of lungs to draw breath with.
“Yes, glory.” I reply with an awkward cheer. “Yua, how is the IFF working out?”
“I see no problems with it, Master. It should buy us enough time once we exit the wormhole.”
“Well, once I’ve installed the head on the console, we are ready to leave.” I say.
“O, to grant me a seat on the glorious panel of this divine automaton that wards our Emperor! I am not worthy!” cries Boshen.
“…Jheverg?”
“Yes?”
“Is there any way to calm him down?”
He shakes his head with a smile. “His faith is beyond reproach, Sir Hoshikawa.”
Bummer.
***
Carneus Beta System. 06.08.4033
When we exit the wormhole, I am suddenly very glad that I did not come unprepared. The League had put much of their resources into constructing defences just like how we had put all of ours in creating the bomb. They had considerably more resources to spare, and had been at it for much longer.
Carneus Beta has a single white dwarf, with five planets orbiting it; one terrestrial and four gas giants. There are not many ships present; I can detect perhaps six hundred cruisers, though there are probably more, but very few battleships. It looks like there is no Sector Armada present here yet. What they have, on the other hand, are fortresses. There are at least seventy major fortresses the size of moons. Every fortress is shaped like a shallow cone; at the top of the cone, on the flat surface, stood six main guns that could each put out enough energy to render a planet permanently uninhabitable. That is without getting into the multitude of lesser armaments it has, as well as the drone swarms that guard each fortress. The space fortresses have been anchored to one another with an extensive network of tubes spanning a good part of the system. Each of these tubes are lined with more weapons. You could literally walk from one planet to another just by following the tubes. Twenty more fortresses are orbiting at varying distance from the stars, tasked with guarding the jump points at close proximity. At the center of it all stands their prized weapon; Vajra Shula. It is shaped just like a regular fortress, except that instead of the main guns that usually lie on top of the cone, a thick, long, silver spear juts out in an extremely phallic manner.
Like it or not, that overcompensating piece of deadly art would be our goal. I had decided that an all-out assault would be too difficult and that a quieter approach suited a single mech more. It's not every day that you get access to the IFF of a shuttle that once carried a colonel of their special ops. Plus, it gives me more options. I like options.
“They’re scanning our IFF, Master.”
I snap my attention back to the task at hand. There’s no time to be analysing the system right now – I can do that later. Even though the IFF is checking out with them, I see drones approaching. They will probably begin firing in a few seconds.
“I’m powering down all extraneous systems. Getting into a fight here would be bad. Rei, set a course for the Vajra Shula. Boshen, time to get to work.”
“I was only awaiting your command, Dragonwarden! For the eternal glory of the Mushuszu Empire! My cloak is the cloak of the righteous; the sinners shall avert their eyes from the justness of its weave. My cloak is the cloak of the bold and the mighty; the weak shall not recognize the glory of its cut…” And his chants continue, incessantly, as he hides our presence from their sensors. It works.
Rei brings us carefully past the drones, which are circling where we were just a few moments ago. We’d have to be careful not to go too fast, lest we break Boshen’s concentration. The cloaking would not be perfect; the constant scans of the fortresses’ powerful sensors would detect us sooner or later, but I had come out of the jump rather close to Vajra Shula – it was always likely to be closest to the jump point heading towards Carneus Alpha – and we do not have far to go to reach the League’s shiny new spear.
Unending waves of drones stream around us as Rei makes countless delicate manoeuvres to slip past them. Touching even one would be disastrous. There were just too many drones. From my estimates, each fortress could probably house millions. The systems appear to be highly automated; there probably aren’t that many personnel stationed here. They wouldn’t usually need to, not with a fortress network this strong; best to have your smarter officers out there devising strategies and conquering worlds rather than waste them in a backwater system so heavily defended that no attacker in his right mind would usually come knocking. They don’t need that much tactical brilliance when they can drown any invader with drones and beams and missiles. Taking this system in a straight fight would be long and brutal, even with a full fleet at my back. Conversely, losing Carneus Beta would deal them an immense blow in both morale and resources. Taking over their fortresses, or even their superweapon, now…
“We’re here,” says Rei.
The hangar bays are closed, but that doesn’t really matter. I had already suspected that it would be impossible to sneak inside without attracting attention. A giant robot parked in the hangar tends to do that, and it’s not like Boshen can keep up his cloaking forever. I cast a glance at the head.
“…fashion… dazzling…” he mutters, beads of sweat floating all around the jar. I’ll have to get Rei to clean it up if we have time.
“Alright. Tear it open. Boshen, you can stop now. Good job.”
He gives a huge gasp, his eyes wide and staring. “…praise the Emperor! Praise his Warden!” The drones react immediately, as a rain of missiles comes flying towards us, but it's too late now.
Anhur-Shu digs its clawed hands in between the seams of the bay doors and pries it open, shrugging off the explosions by defending its back with the gravity wings. We slip inside quickly before we are swarmed. The frame’s feet skids against the hangar floor. There seem to be screams coming from all around us; we have terrified the little men in space suits. There is a cruiser they are working on. We blow that up. There is a rack of drones standing nearby. We blow that up too.
“O, and in the year of the Dragon did we penetrate the belly of the beast and blow shit up real good. I am not worthy of such wondrous sights!” wailed Boshen so gleefully that he forgot to speak like a good and proper Spirit of the Empire. Well, that’s it. I prepare to depart the CF. Ironically, as long as I’m going to be at Carneus Beta, inside Vajra Shula is the safest place to be; they won’t fire upon their most important fortress, the hangar acts as a natural chokepoint, preventing Anhur-Shu from being swarmed, and the drones are not manoeuvrable enough to fight inside the relatively small space of the hangar, unlike a humanoid frame. I suppose they can plink away at the CF with small arms fire all day if they want. It's a free galaxy.
“Sis, I’m going off now. Keep Anhur-Shu ready for anything. Let me know immediately if there’s anything wrong.”
“You’re leaving me with him? Can’t you at least take Boshen along?” Rei is uncharacteristically distraught.
“Well…” I might need to be stealthy, and the head could be a double-edged sword. He can cloak me in a pinch, but he is so loud all the time.
***
A. Take Boshen along. I’ll just mount him on my backpack, he can be an extra pair of eyes.
B. No way.
***
Opening the cockpit, I leap out of the frame. The hangar is still in zero-gee, and I shoot towards the nearest wall. Flipping around and pressing my feet against the wall, I kick off in another direction, towards a hapless defense droid dejectedly watching its ammunition bounce harmlessly off Anhur-Shu. Stretching one hand out, I smash it to the ground. My tentacles swarm out from the ports in my suit and jack into the droid.
“Yua, this thing must have some sort of information on the layout of the fortress.”
“Yes, Master. I’m extracting information right now, so just hold on.”
The data feeds directly into my brain. It looks like all passages are equally guarded; I should expect to face security squads and defense drones, as well as wall, floor and ceiling turrets no matter where I go.
Well, that wasn’t unexpected. Now, as to where I should head first…
***
A. The room labelled power chamber. This is probably where the artefact that powers Vajra Shula lies.
B. The room labelled control and operations. This is where the brain of the superweapon is; I suspect that it uses a quantum computer for its FTL calculations.
C. The room labelled database facility. From what I know, this could be linked to the League’s database; I should be able to obtain information about almost everything I want to know from here.