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.The infidels still appeared to be trying to limit collateral damage - -perhaps they hoped despair might yet seduce the People into apostasy and surrender? No matter.What mattered was that they were flinging their missiles at the isolated PDCs crowning the northern ice cap.Well, that suited Sekah.He was in no hurry to see the People's women and children die, and those fortresses were eminently well equipped to look after themselves.Immensely armored PDC silo covers flicked open and then closed, and the atmosphere above Thebes' pole blazed with kilotonne-range counter-missiles.The SBMs were intercepted in scores, but statistically a few had to get through, and fireballs marched across the sullen PDCs, vaporizing rock and ice, shaking the ice-crusted continental mass with their fury.Shock waves quivered through flesh and bone, but the grim-faced Theban defenders watched their read-outs with slowly mounting hope.They were stopping more missiles than the most optimistic had projected, and those that got through were doing less damage than they'd feared.The megatonnes of concrete, rock, and steel armoring their weapons glowed and fused, yet the infidels seemed to have no deep-earth penetrators, and surface bursts lacked the power to punch through and disembowel the forts.The atmospheric radiation count mounted ominously, yet it, too, was lower than they'd feared.The infidels were employing only nuclear warheads, without the antimatter explosions the defenders had dreaded.First Marshal Sekah scanned the PDCs' reports and bared his teeth.They were hurting him, and even these lower radiation levels meant terrible contamination, but no fleet could match a planet's magazine capacity.Even if Theban missiles were too short-ranged to strike back, the infidels would have to do far better than they were to breach those defenses before they exhausted their ammunition.General Aram Shahinian watched his own read-outs, glancing occasionally at the visual display and the glaring inferno blasting ice into hellish steam, His eyes were calm, his expression set.His worst fear was that someone down there would run an analysis and realize Second Fleet was deliberately throwing lighter salvos than it might have for the express purpose of helping their point defense, but there was nothing he could do about it if they did.He glanced at his chronometer and keyed his com button."Execute phase two," he said."They're moving, First Marshal."Sekan grunted and rubbed his cranial carapace.The infidels' fire had slackened, suggesting exhaustion of their longer-ranged missiles, and their ships were closing to the edge of the capital missile zone to maintain the engagement.Their ECM was far better than his, and they could dodge; his PDCs couldn't, but he would take any shot he could get.His weapons might be less accurate, but he had far more launchers than they."Infidel fighters launching," Tracking reported, and he chuckled mirthlessly."First Marshal?" He looked up at the Prophet's quiet voice."Strikefighters don't worry me, Your Holiness," he explained."Their missile loads are meaningless beside what the infidels are already firing, and fighters themselves are useless in atmosphere.The infidels can't be certain we're not hoarding fighters they don't know about, so they're deploying a combat patrol to cover their ships." He bared his teeth again."It won't help against what they should be worried about."A huge, soft hand squeezed Lantu as Black Kettle launched her assault shuttles.He sealed his helmet, then realized just how pointless that reflex was.If anything hit a vessel as small as this one, its occupants would never know a thing about it.He smothered a half-hysterical giggle at the thought.What in the name of whatever was truly holy was he doing here? He was an admiral, not a Marine! He glanced up at the face behind Angus MacRory's command zoot'sarmored visor, and Angus's set, tense expression made him feel oddly better.Ivan Antonov's eyes gleamed coldly as he wondered what the Thebans made of the numbers.Over twelve hundred small spacecraft were jockeying into the positions Kthaara and Shahinian's staff had worked out with agonizing precision over the past two weeks, but only three hundred were truly fighters.The other nine hundred were the slightly modified assault shuttles of three Marine Raider divisions, each fitted with a fighter's transponder.Now if the enemy would only concentrate on killing starships and ignore any little anomalies their scanners might detect.Sekah felt an edge of surprise.That was several times the People's best estimate of their fighter strength.Why hadn't they used more in their warp point attack, if they had so many? He shrugged the thought away.It scarcely mattered now, and he had more urgent concerns.The first infidel ships entered the range of the polar PDCs, and he noddea to his exec.Stomachs clenched aboard the capital units of Second Fleet as hundreds of capital missiles lunged at them.XO-mounted EDMs sped out to interpose their false drive fields between the enemy and their mother ships.Point defense crews tracked incoming warheads with professional calm while heat-lightning tension crackled through their nerves.Counter missiles raced outward.Laser clusters and auto-cannon slewed rapidly, and brilliant balls of flame began to pock the vacuum, reaching across the light-seconds towards the ships of Terra.Gosainthan lurched as the first Theban missile eluded her defenses.Another got through.And another.But it was only a handful, Antonov told himself.A tiny fraction of that incredible storm of fire.His flagship'sshields shrugged the damage aside - for now - and he tightened his snockframe.Sekah smiled as the first infidel shields began to fail.It wasn't much - yet.But if the fools would only stay there a little longer."You will observe, Your Holiness," he said, "that we are spreading our fire widely at the moment.This confronts the infidels with smaller salvos and enhances the effectiveness of their point defense, but it also allows us time to further refine our tracking data while forcing them to expend their EDMs.After a few more salvos, we will have reduced their ability to deceive our missiles and greatly improved our fire control solutions." He smiled wickedly."Which is when our PDCs will suddenly switch their firing patterns to concentrate on a handful of targets with everything they have."The Prophet smiled in understanding, and Sekah glanced at the holo sphere once more.The infidel fighters were spreading out, clumping on the sunward side.They were almost directly overhead, and Saint-Just's fire control officer asked for permission to engage with AFHAWKs."A little longer, Colonel.They're still closing; let them get all the way to the edge of atmosphere if they want to, then go to rapid fire."Aram Shahinian checked his read-outs once more, and a drop of sweat trickled down his forehead.The Shell-heads were playing it smart, whittling away Second Fleet's EDMs.If someone down there was keeping count, they'd know the capital ships were running dangerously low.Any minute now, they were going to change their targeting, and his brain screamed to rush the attack wave so he could get the fleet the hell out of it.He made himself wait.Every second they didn't open up with AFHAWKs let his shuttles creep a little closer and meant a fraction of a percent more were going to get through.If the Shellies ran him out of EDMs first, the fleet was just going to have to take it.He punched another com stud."General Manning?""Aye, sir [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]