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The Wolf Worlds by

Allan Cole and Chris

Bunch

DEDICATED TO

Kathryn and Karen

…for the usual godzilla reasons

and

The real Alex Kilgour

… "Who Cares Who Wins…"

BOOK ONE

ABSENCE OF BLADE

CHAPTER ONE

THE GO SIRENS ululated through the Jannisar cruiser. The

thunder of crashing boots died away. The ship's XO nodded in

satisfaction as the STATIONS READY panel winked to green. He

made a mental note to assign extra penance to one laggard ECM

station, then spun in his chair to the captain. "All stations

manned. Sigfehr," he reported.

The captain touched the relic that hung under his black tunic,

then opened his intercom mike. "Bow, ye of the Jann. as we

make our prayer to Talamein.

"O Lord, ye who know all things, bless us as we are about to

engage the unbeliever. We ask. as our right due, for your

assistance in victory.

"S'be't."

The chorus of "S'be't" echoed through the ship. The captain

switched to a double channel.

"Communications, you will monitor. Weapons, prepare

launch sequence. LRM tubes two, four, six. Target onscreen.

Commercial ship. Communications, establish contact with target

ship. Weapons, we will launch on my command, after surrender

of enemy ship. This is bridge, clear."

The cruiser's prey appeared to be just another obsolescent

galaxy's outer limits.

Its oval hull was patched, resprayed. corroded, and even rusty

from its very occasional atmospheric landings. Its long, spindly

landing legs were curled under the ship's body, and the mining

grab claws were curled just below the forward controls.

It resembled nothing so much as an elderly crab fleeing a

hungry shark.

Actually, the ship was the IA Cienfuegos , an Imperial spy ship,

its mission complete and now speeding for home.

Extract, Morning Report, II Saber Squadron. Mantis Section:

The following detached this date, assigned temporary duty

Imperial Auxiliary Ship Cienfuegos (x-file OP CAM-FAR):

STEN, (NI). Lt. OC Mantis Section 13, weapons;

KILGOUR. ALEX. Sgt., NCO1C, Demolitions;

KALDERASH, IDA. Corporal. Pilot & Electronics;

MORREL, BET, Superior Private, Beast Handler;

*BLYRCHYNAUS*. Unranked, Anthropologist, Medic.

Team detached with Indiv Gear. Units 45 & 46.

NOTE: OP CAMFAR under dir O/C Mercury Corps, subsq.

entries t/b cleared thru Col. Ian Mahoney, Commander Mercury

Corps.

Sten stared approvingly at the nude woman

strobe-illuminated by the hydroponic lights. He walked to the

edge of the plot and gently picked his way past the two huge,

black-and-white Siberian tigers.

One of them opened a sleepy eye, emitted a low growl of

recognition. Sten ignored it, and it returned to licking its mate's

throat.

Bet turned then frowned, seeing Sten. Sten's heart still

thumped when he saw her. She was small, blonde, and muscles

rippled under her smooth, tawny skin.

She hesitated, then waded through the waving plants to the

edge of the plot and sat beside him. Sten was only slightly taller

than Bet, with black hair and brooding black eyes. He was

slender, but with the build of a trained acrobat.

"Thought you were asleep," she said.

"Couldn't."

Bet and Sten sat in silence for a moment—except for the purrs

of Munin and Hugin, Bet's two big cats. Neither Bet nor Sten

was particularly good at talking. Especially about…

"Thought maybe," Sten tried haltingly, "we should, well, try to

figure out what's going on."

"Going wrong, you mean," Bet said softly.

"I guess that pretty well is it," Sten said.

Bet considered. "I'm not sure. We've been together quite

awhile. Maybe it's that. Maybe it's this stupid operation. All

we've done for a long time now is sit on this clottin' ship and play

tech."

"And snarl at each other," Sten added.

"That, too."

"Look," Sten said, "why don't we go back to my compartment?

And…" His voice trailed off. Very romantic approach, his mind

snapped at him.

Bet hesitated. Considering. Finally she shook her head. "No,"

she said. "I think I want things left alone until we get back.

Maybe—maybe when we're on R and R… maybe then we'll go

back to being like we were."

Sten sighed. Then nodded. Perhaps Bet was right. Maybe it

was best—

And the intercom sang: "If we aren't disturbing the young

lovers, we seem to have a small problem in the control room."

"Like what, Ida?" Sten asked.

The tigers were already up, ears erect, tails swimming gently.

"Like a clottin' great cruiser haulin' up on us from the rear."

Bet and Sten were on their feet, running for the control room.

A relatively short man, about as wide as he was tall, scanned

the display from the ship's Janes fiche and grunted. Alex was a

heavy-worlder with steel-beam size bones and super-dense

muscles. And his accent—Scots because of the original settlers of

his homeworld—was as thick as his body.

"Naebody w'knae th' trawble Ah seen," he half sung to himself

as he glanced over the description of the ship that was pursuing

them.

Sten leaned over his shoulder and read aloud: "619.532.

ASSAULT/PATROL CRUISER. Former Imperial Cruiser

Turnmaa, Karjala class. Dim: 190 meters by 34…clottin' chubby

ship… Crew under Imperial manning: 26 officers, 125 men…"

"Four of us, plus two tigers, against 151 troops," Ida broke in.

The Rom woman mused over the odds. She was as chubby as she

was greedy. Ida had her fingers in every stock and futures

market in the Empire. "If anyone's taking bets, I'll give

odds…against us."

Sten ignored her and read on: "Armament: Six Goblin

anti-ship launchers, storage thirty-six in reserve…Three Vydall

intercept missile launchers, storage forty-five in reserve… four

Lynx-output laser systems… usual in-atmosphere AA capability…

single chain gun, single Bell-class assault laser, mounted

unretractable turrets above A deck. Well-armed little bassid…

Okay, now, speed…"

"Ah'm kepit my fingers linkit," Alex murmured.

"Clot," Sten said, "they can outrun us, too."

It was Ida's turn to grunt. "Clottin" computer, all it tells us is

that we're swingin' gently, gently in the wind. Any data on who

those stinkin' bad guys are?"

Sten didn't bother to answer her. "What's intercept time?" he

snapped.

Ida blanked the Janes display and the screen relit: AT

PRESENT SPEED. TURNMAA WILL BE WITHIN WEAPONS

RANGE IN 2 SHIP SECONDS FOR GOBLIN LAUNCH.

CONTACT WILL BE MADE IN—

Bet cut the readout. "Who cares? I don't think those clowns

want to shake our hands." She turned to Sten. "Any ideas,

Lieutenant?"

Ida's board buzzed. "Oh-ho. They want to talk to us." Her

hand went to the com switch.

Sten stopped her. "Stall them," he said.

There was a reason for Sten's caution. The problem wasn't

with the control room—the Cienfuegos was indeed an Imperial

spy ship—but except for its hidden super-computer, a rather

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