Caitlin’s mind tried to wrap itself around the figures. A twentieth—at best. Dear God, that’d be something like three hundred million people. More fatalities in a few hours than all the wars in history put together, including the Jao conquest.
Her palms were sweating. “And you’ve seen this before? It isn’t just conjecture on your part?”
“It is unfortunately quite common,” Yaut said. “The Ekhat criterion for ‘usefulness’ eludes us, so we cannot accurately predict where such ‘weeding’ will take place.”
And Oppuk had known this would come, she thought. He’s had years to arm Earth against just this possibility and hasn’t done so, because he’s been mired in his self-absorbed anger. Deep down, he’s probably been hoping for this all along.
“We have to do something,” Kralik said. “We can’t just sit on our hands and wait for them to annihilate us!”
“What can be done, will,” Aille said. “I have relayed what little we learned and Governor Oppuk is forming a strategy now. We will join him at the palace.”
“How long?” Tully rose and looked from Aille to Yaut. “How long do we have before these murdering bastards attack our world?”
Yaut closed his eyes as though measuring something inside his head. “When the flow is complete.”
“I goddam knew you were going to say that!” He sank back against the wall and crossed his arms.
“The flow here feels swift,” Aille said. “I fear it will not be long, as humans measure time. A few solar cycles, at best.”
Chapter 32
Oppuk swam. His advisors hovered nearby, discussing the current crisis, concocting foolish plans that would not work, but still he swam. The water was cool, the salts balanced just so, the scent wrapping him round with the memories of better days, when his future still held promise and he was not tethered to a world doomed by its own savagery.
This marvelous pool would not exist, once the Complete Harmony reduced this world to slag, so he might as well enjoy this small bit of luxury while he could. Nothing in the realm of possibility would save Terra and its inhabitants.
He had not foreseen this, though perhaps he should have. Flow eluded him more often than not, these days, and he found it difficult to judge the pace of events. But Terra was a worthless world, its dominant species treacherous and fractious. How could the Complete Harmony not have perceived that? Of course they would weed, rather than harvest. The Jao should have done the same, twenty years earlier.
Vithrik demanded that he defend this dismal outpost to the best of his ability, though, so he would. At least, if he survived, Narvo would be forced to give him another posting. Somewhere with better seas, he hoped, where he might have a chance to be of use; unlike here, where he had fought this endless holding action against human defiance and truculence.
At length, he emerged from the pool, water sluicing off his head and whiskers. His advisors, along with a few human officials and the members of his service, stared at him like stricken crechelings, waiting for a responsible adult to make sense out of unmitigated disaster.
“Governor.” A jinau officer stepped forward. Major General Wilbourn, Kralik’s counterpart in command of the Atlantic Division. “What are your orders?”
A trembling human servitor knelt before him, face averted, holding up his ceremonial bau. Oppuk accepted it, then examined the carvings for nicks and discolorations. “We will withdraw Jao ground forces into shielded enclaves. I had a number of them prepared after the conclusion of the conquest.”
The general’s face was peculiarly colorless. “I see. And your jinau troops?”
“There is no room,” Oppuk said. “They will have to take their chances with the rest of the population.”
“What about our dependents?” The jinau swallowed with what appeared to be difficulty. “I was hoping we could at least shelter them.”
Oppuk let himself fall into the canted lines of bored-exasperation. “Can they fly spacecraft? Fight the Jao in vacuum?”
“Well, no, but—”
“Then what is the point of shielding them? We cannot waste limited facilities on those who cannot make themselves of use.”
The general’s eyes seemed much more white-rimmed than usual. “Governor, please! We’re talking about our families, our children!”