The Helmsman Saga Book 01 - The Helmsman by Bill Baldwin

Author:Bill Baldwin [Baldwin, Bill]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781632630377
Publisher: Booklocker.com, Inc.
Published: 2007-11-02T07:00:00+00:00

By mid-afternoon, the clouds had changed to a lowering overcast and a brisk wind was rustling the treetops. Brim stood at the edge of the cable right-of-way, inspecting a larger portion of sky than he could view from the forest floor. It was the fourth time he'd come; each time he did, he became more confident than the last. This time, it even smelled like rain. He smiled. Had he ordered the weather himself, he could scarcely have done a better job.

Later, rejoining the mobile field pieces, he visited the ordnance men adjusting their disruptors. “Probably get a mite better performance out of 'em this time,” Fragonard assured him from one of the boarding ladders. “None of 'em was ever fine-tuned before — thank the bloody Universe they were ready to fire at all, even if we couldn't hit anything, in a manner of speakin'.” He chuckled mirthlessly. “We'd all be dead by now.”

“Or worse,” Barbousse added under his breath.

Inside the quietly humming turret, Brim watched two ratings concentrating their efforts on the big disruptor, aiming the heavy weapon indirectly by means of a rigged index point: A hatch cover tied in a distant sapling just visible through the trees. Leveling devices and compensators whirred and hummed, dizzily (to Brim) changing the attitude of the huge turret as the ordnance men fine-tuned elevation and transverse targeting controls in both automatic and manual modes. “This time,” Fragonard said confidently, “if we need' em, we'll know better how to use 'em.”

By late afternoon, everything appeared to be ready, including the rain. A few drops filtered through the trees while Barbousse patched broken glass in the control cab and Brim completed his equipment checkout with Fragonard.

“Got the map,” the rating declared.

“Check.”

“Blast pikes?”

“Nine. One of 'em couldn't run diagnostics, so I pitched it. “

“Good. Positron grenades?”

“Forty-six energized, Lieutenant. Four duds with no power.”

Brim nodded. “That's it,” he said as the gathering storm began to drum loudly against the field piece's metal flanks. “The KA'PPA's tested, everybody's armed in one way or another, and you've got the disruptors tuned. I think we're about as ready as we're ever going to be.” A smell of rain filled the control cabin, fresh and damp to his nose. He peered around at the other field pieces. Probably it was his imagination, but somehow each one looked much more deadly now that he knew the disruptors were tuned. Then he closed his eyes and forced his racing mind to relax. Tonight would be a long night indeed.

Later, when storm-gray daylight faded to the near darkness of A'zurnian evening, the rain — which was previously only falling lightly — now began to come down in torrents. “Even with a cable in place, we're not going to make much speed with visibility like this,” Barbousse observed, peering through the water streaming along the windshield.

Brim nodded agreement. It was raining with a vengeance. “At least we don't have far to go,” he observed. “And anyway, it'll make it harder for them to spot us.

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