Hidden Empire - Kevin J. Anderson [170]
"But how, by damn?" Del Kellum half-rose to his feet, then sat back, bouncing in the low gravity. "The Roamers don't have any military. We need the Eddies to fight the aliens."
At the mention of the Earth Defense Forces, Jess sank deeper into his seat, concerned again about his little sister. He had been obligated to send Tasia the message about their father, but she had her own responsibilities—did the Eddies have a stronger hold on her than her clan? Her enlistment had been brash, but she had taken an oath of service. She couldn't just ignore that and run home to Plumas. No Tamblyn could. Jess knew that well enough.
He wasn't particularly concerned about his sister's ability to take care of herself. In fact, if she got into an altercation, Jess felt more sympathy for anyone who stood in Tasia's way. But he longed to have her back. Tasia's bright personality, quick wit, and sarcastic jokes would have been welcome on Plumas.
Even without Ross, or his father, or Tasia, Jess had to keep his clan business running. He would come through this, do what was right. The one anchor point that allowed him to keep his sanity—his love for Cesca Peroni—had to wait. Indefinitely.
He watched Cesca, her olive skin smooth and perfect, her pointed chin lifted with pride and inner strength. The Roamers needed Cesca even more than Jess did. Though his heart might ache, their love could endure whatever time was necessary until they could be together.
Eventually, the Roamer clan gathering faded without resolution, like a dissipating cloud of smoke. Some of the family leaders promised to relocate their ekti harvesters and stop all cloud-mining operations, while others argued that the attacking aliens would likely be able to strike the facilities even in high orbit, so what was the use in withdrawing? Other clan members promised to convert their private industrial facilities and orbital construction yards to the purpose of manufacturing new weapons, if they could develop designs and plans fast enough.
Afterward, Jess came up to Cesca and said a brief, private farewell, but he was unable to speak the things weighing on his mind. Their eyes communicated much to each other, but then other clan members came to argue with Jhy Okiah. Jess retreated quietly to his ship and flew away from the bloodred sun of Meyer.
En route to Plumas, across the lonely black vacuum, Jess had all the time in the world to contemplate plans. He was certain that with his knowledge and imagination, he could think of a way to strike against the silent aggressors, something no one else had considered. He wanted to hit them where it would hurt the most.
Jess now had access to all the resources and facilities of the extended Tamblyn family. In spite of his plea for Tasia to come home, he had plenty of competent deputies who could easily run the water-mining operations. Plumas had been self-sufficient for decades, running smoothly, providing water and air and in-system fuel. Rather than pulling all of his clan's resources together into a defensive posture, Jess would strike against the aliens instead. He had an idea.
The enemy had attacked without warning. He would do likewise, a personal vendetta. Tasia would be proud of that.
The Terran military did not know where to start. Jess, though, sat in his cockpit, calling up the detailed charts Ross had developed during years of surveying the Golgen system.
The aliens had shown that they had an interest in that particular gas giant. Jess would find the enemy lurking on Golgen, if he looked hard enough.
And as he studied the other scattered asteroids and the diffuse cometary cloud that formed a halo around Golgen's sun, Jess decided he would use the star system itself as a weapon against the enemy.
His eyes gleamed. Ross would have applauded the bold, crazy scheme—and never questioned whether it would work.
77 NIRA
Even with so much work to do, Nira could hardly concentrate on her assigned tasks. The Saga of Seven Suns called to her, a magnificent and endless piece of descriptive poetry...but all