Eclipsing Binaries

by E.E. 'Doc' Smith, Stephen Goldin, Stephen Goldin

Genres: Science Fiction; Sci-fi Action & Adventure; Space Opera

Synopsis

The evil conspiracy of Lady A takes a new and mysterious turn when Grand Duke Zander von Wilmenhorst - the secret Head of SOTE - is implicated in a deadly plot against the Empire. And an enemy is impersonating Jules and Yvonne d'Alembert and luring SOTE agents to their deaths. The trails lead the Family d'Alembert out into deep space to tackle the source of this disturbing operation. And Etienne d'Alembert has his own mission - to clear the name of Zander from accusations of treason. Before long, SOTE's top agents are locked in mortal combat with some of the Empire's most powerful foes...

Release date: May 31, 2013

Publisher: Gateway

Print pages: 186

Sample

Being summoned to Lady A’s office was never a casual matter. Tanya Boros had to pass an ID and weapons checkpoint before she was even allowed into the elevator tube taking her down to the lowest basement level. There she passed a human-supervised retinascope check and a weapons detector scan. Then she had to walk alone down a brightly lit L-shaped corridor with camera eyes watching her every step of the way. The walls were gray and completely bare except for the innocuous-looking small projections she assumed were blaster barrels pointed directly at her.

As she turned right at the far end of the hallway she came abruptly to the heavy gray magnisteel door that was the final barrier to Lady A’s office. There were some people – ones who had made serious mistakes on their assignments – who had gone through this door and never been seen alive again, though admittedly such cases were rare. Lady A normally dealt with faulty subordinates in a more efficient manner, letting others on her staff do the dirty work. More often a visit to Lady A meant a tonguelashing for some slip-up, some operation that had gone less smoothly than planned, even if it was ultimately successful. Most of Lady A’s plans did go smoothly, but she was a perfectionist and did not tolerate even minor faults in her hirelings.

Even at best, being called to this office merely meant another hard, demanding job from a taskmaster who was never satisfied. There was still much to do if the conspiracy was to topple the Stanley dynasty from the Imperial Throne, and Lady A could never quite understand why her inferiors did not measure up to her own impeccable standards.

For all these reasons, Tanya Boros was understandably nervous as she stood before the ponderous gray door. As far as she knew she’d done nothing wrong – but innocence was not always an alibi in Lady A’s court. The woman who ran this vast, galaxy-wide conspiracy had been in a foul mood for the last six months, ever since the failure of Operation Annihilate. All plans had been put into abeyance while the conspiracy was evaluated from top to bottom and its goals reassessed. Things were now starting to move again – but Tanya Boros didn’t know what place she would fill in the new organization, and that bothered her.

Nervously she inserted her comparison disc into the appropriate slot and put her eyes to the viewer so the retinascope could check her pattern. Even after all the previous precautions, no one was permitted into Lady A’s office without undergoing one final identity check; Lady A was too thorough for anyone to catch her unawares.

Boros’s retinal patterns matched the ones on her identity card, which the door returned to her. Then the heavy security portal swung slowly outward and Lady A said, ‘Come in, Tanya. I’ve been expecting you.’ Tanya Boros obeyed.

The office was quite dim after the bright lighting of the corridor outside. Three of the walls were covered with cream-colored raw silk but otherwise bare of adornment. The fourth wall, opposite the door, was one large triscreen in which was the image of a mist-shrouded stream tumbling between ancient eroding mountains.

The floor was hard and black, polished smooth as ice; it was difficult to walk on it without making a noise, and impossible to move quickly without slipping. Two black lacquered chairs – neither very comfortable – and a black lacquered table between them were the only concessions to a visitor’s comfort.

At the far end of the room near the left-hand corner stood a large, glowing green egg. Carved from solid jade, it pulsated slightly from internal illumination. As the egg pivoted slowly around, Boros could see a computer terminal and keyboard built into the interior, which had been hollowed out to form a comfortable seat. The computer terminal, it was rumored, allowed instant access to all the conspiracy’s files as well as a direct telecom link to the mysterious person known only as C. That immense jade egg represented the very heart of the conspiracy – and seated within the egg, back straight and looking as though she’d been born to rule the universe, was Lady A.

The woman who ran the greatest conspiracy in human history was of average height – but that was the only thing average about her. Tanya Boros, never modest and renowned for her own attractiveness, always felt plain in the presence of this magnificent woman. Her figure and face were of classic beauty, mature but unwrinkled, and there was something inhumanly cold about them. She wore a tight-fitting dress of jade green silk one shade darker than the egg about her, with gold and silver phoenixes embroidered on the shoulders and sleeves. Her jet-black hair, tightly braided, draped casually across her left shoulder, and her green eyes peered out from beneath those arching black brows with painful intensity.

As the door closed behind her, Tanya Boros stood in this regal presence not knowing what to say. Even though she’d been raised in the upper echelons of galactic nobility, she’d never met anyone as awe-inspiring as this.

‘Don’t just stand there, child,’ Lady A said, ‘have a seat.’ She gestured with a perfectly manicured hand at one of the two black lacquered chairs.

‘Thank you,’ Boros said, taking the indicated seat. The two women sat in silence for a long moment. Boros grew increasingly uncomfortable at the appraising scrutiny she was being given. It felt as though Lady A were weighing her very soul and finding it a feather’s weight this side of perfection.

‘We haven’t had much chance to talk recently, have we?’ Lady A said at last, breaking the unbearable silence.

‘No, ma’am.’

‘Not since Gastonia, really.’

Boros’s eyes widened a little. ‘That really wasn’t my fault. I did everything expected of me …’

Lady A raised a hand to silence her. ‘No one’s blaming you for anything. Don’t start looking for excuses where none are due; it’s bad form. No, everything on Gastonia itself went as scheduled. You performed admirably. The reason for failure lay elsewhere.’

She settled back in the glowing egg, but her body never fully relaxed. ‘To be candid, I suppose I should admit the fault was mine.’

‘Oh no,’ Boros said quickly. ‘It was purely accidental …’

‘No.’ Lady A slammed her left fist on the side of the egg with a force that echoed through the quiet room. ‘If I won’t accept that excuse from my inferiors, I have no right to lean on it myself. There are no accidents; there’s only sloppy planning or inadequate execution.’

Unexpectedly she stood up and walked a few paces from her egg, staring out at the triscreen with her back to Boros. ‘We’ve spent the last six months analyzing the failure, both from our side and from the reports we’ve seen in the Empire’s records. If I needed an excuse I could blame it on that robot who’s now so conveniently destroyed, for its failure to make certain Commander Fortier was dead before proceeding with its plans. That was the pivotal factor.

‘But to be honest, I must look beyond that to the errors in planning that made such a mistake not only possible, but fatal to our plans. The fact is, the operation was overplanned. In trying to be so clever, we outfoxed ourselves. We had the force and the resources to make the attack work. If we’d just gone ahead and bulled our way through, it would have worked. Instead, we tried too hard for finesse, and it threw us just enough off balance to let the Imperial forces recover. We lost a great deal in that disaster, more than just the seventy-five percent of our fleet. But it’s a mistake that will not happen again – I swear it by the throne I intend to take.’

Tanya Boros felt distinctly uneasy. Lady A was not known for being particularly introspective, nor for admitting weaknesses or imperfections in front of her subordinates. Why was she behaving so uncharacteristically in front of Boros? What had caused her to reveal this unexpected side of her nature?

The mask of perfection was suddenly back in place as though it had never been awry. Lady A turned abruptly away from the triscreen and returned to the jade egg to face Boros.

‘All this, of course,’ she said, ‘is of only peripheral interest to you. You need not concern yourself, at present, with matters of policy. That will come later, if you develop as well as I hope. In the meantime, I have to know whether you are prepared to begin assuming responsibility for your proper role in this conspiracy.’

‘My proper role?’ Boros was puzzled. ‘I don’t understand. I’ve always taken your orders, since you first contacted me on Gastonia. I didn’t like being forced to stay there but, as you said, it was out of the way and no one noticed me. What do you consider my ‘proper role’ to be?’

Lady A gave her a long, frowning stare. ‘Have you forgotten your heritage this easily – you, the only child of Emperor Stanley Nine’s oldest son? You have a better claim to the Throne than the silly little snip who sits there now!’

A trace of Boros’s old haughtiness returned. Straightening her back she said, ‘Of course I haven’t forgotten But it didn’t seem to matter to anyone else.’

‘It matters to me,’ Lady A said with conviction. ‘This revolution is dedicated to restoring the proper order of things.’

‘Am I to be made Empress, then?’ No matter how sincere the woman’s voice was, Boros could not bring herself to believe Lady A was going to all this trouble purely for her benefit.

A tiny hint of a smile touched the corners of Lady A’s lips. ‘Well, perhaps not yet. I was reserving that for myself. But you will receive a position commensurate with your heritage. I have special plans for you, my dear, that you can’t even begin to guess at.’

‘And what does C say to all this?’

The smile broadened on Lady A’s face. ‘To show you how much I trust you, I’ll let you in on the best kept secret in the Galaxy: There is no one named C. He is purely a myth created to confuse our enemies into thinking the conspiracy is more complex than it really is. All orders from C are my orders relayed through a special switchboard to appear as though they’re coming from elsewhere. No such human being exists. You’re now only the second person in the universe to know that.’

Again Boros felt uneasiness creep over her. Lady A was being far too open, and that was suspicious. ‘Why are you telling me all this?’ she asked.

Lady A’s mood shifted instantly to anger. ‘I open my heart to you and receive distrust.’ She stood again, and in three long strides she was before Boros’s chair. Lifting the younger woman effortlessly by the front of her tunic collar, Lady A held her a few centimeters off the ground and said with crystalline enunciation, ‘You now have two choices, my dear. You either pledge me your unswerving, undivided loyalty and love, or I’ll crush your skull until your brains trickle down your neck. You do not leave this room alive until I am assured the information you have is safe. You betrayed your father with a few inadvertent words; I’ll not have you do the same to me. Do I make myself clear?’

For a long moment, Tanya Boros was too frightened to say anything. She knew her life was dangling by a very slender thread, and the wrong word – or even the right word with the wrong inflection – would give that thread a sudden snap. She considered her next words very carefully.

‘Yes, ma’am,’ she said slowly. ‘I am completely loyal to you. No one can doubt that. I’ve obeyed you completely from the first moment I met you on Gastonia. It’s just … I didn’t expect … I … I was surprised … I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.’

Another eternity passed as those intense green eyes pierced all the way to her soul. Then slowly Lady A lowered the younger woman to the floor and loosened her grip on the front of the tunic. Boros was shaken. She had not known her superior was that strong. Even now, looking at the other woman’s slender frame, she found it difficult to believe.

‘You must never question me or my motives again,’ Lady A said in calm tones as she resumed her place in the glowing egg. ‘I have reasons for everything I do and say. It’s not your place to understand them, merely to obey commands. If you do, you’ll be richer for it; if you don’t, you’ll be dead. That should be reason enough.’

‘Yes, Gospozha.’

The traces of a smile returned to Lady A’s lips. ‘That’s much better. Always respect your elders, child. Now that I’ve made my point, I will explain some of my thinking – not because you asked, but because I think it’s better if you know something of what’s going on.

‘As I was saying, the failure of Operation Annihilate hurt our cause badly. We are not strong enough to make another frontal attack on the Empire for quite some time. We’re far from defeat – the Empire still does not realize how thoroughly we have infiltrated and undermined their structure – but we’ll have to return to more guerilla-style tactics for a while.

‘What we need primarily is time to build up our strength again. We were able to do that the first time because SOTE spent so much time chasing your father we could work in virtual obscurity. Given those conditions, we could rebuild our forces in just a short while.

‘Unfortunately, we no longer have such an effective smokescreen. The Service of the Empire now knows we exist, and they won’t stand idly by and let us re-arm ourselves. We have the power to cause such chaos that SOTE would be too busy fighting a thousand different small fires to pay much attention to us – but that would tip our hand prematurely. That is something we will not do; we must preserve a few secrets until the final confrontation is assured.

‘Therefore we must declare war on SOTE itself. So far the Service has been but an annoying pest, but it distracted us just enough from our true goal that we miscalculated. The time has come to rid ourselves of the peskier element within that organization. You will play a key part in that campaign. We have a command post called Battlestation G-6 …’

‘That’s one of the automated ones, isn’t it?’ Boros blurted out.

Lady A stopped and looked hard at the younger woman. ‘I can see,’ she said after a moment, ‘that our internal security needs tightening. That was supposed to be secret. Don’t worry, the fault is not yours,’ she added as Boros began to quiver again. ‘You can’t help what you overhear. It’s the people who did the talking who are in trouble.’ Her fingers moved quickly over the keyboard in the side of the egg as she entered into the computer a reminder to deal with the problem.

‘But returning to your question, yes, G-6 is almost entirely automated. You will be the only person aboard. I want a live person there to supervise the activities.’

To say that Tanya Boros was disappointed with her assignment would have been a vast understatement. She was a social creature who liked to have other. . .