Hunters of Dune - Brian Herbert [77]
As the squadron approached the reported location of the encampment, Janess reported that she had picked up heat and transmission signatures. Without prompting, she ordered all of the aircraft to activate their shields, in case the rebels fired at them with weapons stolen from the Chapterhouse armories.
When Janess and her tactical officers scanned the area in their initial high-altitude sweep, however, they found no competing aircraft or military equipment in the vicinity, just a few hundred lightly armed women trying to hide in the thick conifer forests below. Although patches of snow made for wide variances in the thermal map of the area, the human bodies stood out like bonfires.
Converting the image to optical, Murbella panned across the deserters, many of whom she recognized; some had been gone for years, even before she had executed one of their vocal proponents, Annine.
She addressed the rebels below over the ’thopter’s booming loudspeaker. “This is Mother Commander Murbella, and I come offering an olive branch. We have transport ’thopters at the rear of our formation, ready to bring all of you back to the Keep. If you disarm and cooperate, I will grant you amnesty and the opportunity for retraining.”
She saw Caree Debrak on the ground. The bitter young woman pointed a farzee rifle at them. Tiny pinpoints of fire spat out, and the fast molten projectiles struck harmlessly against the ’thopter’s shields.
“Damn lucky it’s not a lasgun,” Murbella said.
Janess looked astonished. “Lasguns are forbidden on Chapterhouse.”
“Much is forbidden, but not everyone follows the rules.” Working her jaw angrily, Murbella spoke over the loudspeaker again, in a sharper tone. “You have deserted your Sisters in a time of crisis. Put this divisiveness behind you and return with us. Or are you cowards, afraid to face our true Enemy?”
Caree fired the farzee rifle again, splattering more molten projectiles against the ’thopter’s shields.
“At least we didn’t fire the first shot.” Janess looked at her mother. “In my opinion, Mother Commander, negotiating with them is a waste of time. With well-placed sedative darts, we could disarm them, force them back to the Keep, then try to win them over.” Below, many of the other rebels grabbed their weapons and shot ineffectively at the Sisterhood’s assault force.
Murbella shook her head. “We will never make them see reason—and we can never trust them again.”
“Should we try a limited military engagement then, just enough to strike fear into them? It would give our new squadron practice in the field. Land the soldiers and use them to attack and humiliate the holdouts. If our hand-to-hand combat skills can’t defeat this lot, we won’t have a chance against the real whores who have had years to build up their planetary defenses.”
Seeing the malcontents firing at them with rifles, Murbella felt increasing anger. Her voice broke like glass in her own ears. “No. Doing so would only risk more of our loyal Sisters. I won’t lose a single fighter here.” She shuddered to think of how much damage these women could cause if they pretended to surrender and then spread their poison from within. “No, Janess. They have made their choice. We can never trust them again. Never again.”
Her daughter’s eyes flashed with understanding. “They’re no more than insects. Shall we exterminate them?”
Below, more dissidents were running through the trees and emerging from the dense pines carrying heavier weapons.
“Drop shields and open fire,” Murbella shouted into the commsystem that connected all of the attack vessels. “Use incendiaries to light the woods.” An officer in one of the other ’thopters protested that the response was too severe, but Murbella cut her off. “There will be no debate.”
Her handpicked squadron opened fire, and the blazing bloodbath left no survivors. She took no joy in it, but the Mother Commander had showed that she would strike like a scorpion if provoked. She hoped that such knowledge would prevent further