Overhead, the golden light streamed down with only a hint of the same devil’s fire that fueled this entire solar system. He realized it would take some time before he could stand out in the sun without remembering those hellish currents.
“Ed!” Caitlin dashed forward, bursting through a temporary cordon erected to keep onlookers back.
A jinau soldier caught her around the waist, but Kralik waved him off. “It’s okay,” he called. “The lady’s with me. My fiancée, in fact.”
His voice was hoarse with weariness, but the last sentence picked up his spirits immensely. Kralik had led a lonely life, the past two decades. There had been girlfriends here and there—two of them fairly serious—but the peculiarities of his position as a top jinau officer had always seemed to get in the way of any really serious romance. Though Caitlin was much younger than he was, with her that wouldn’t be a problem. She understood the Jao and the realities of dealing with them up close even better than he did.
What was even more important—for once, he cast aside his normal caution—was that he’d come to adore the woman. It didn’t hurt anything, of course, that she was so damn good-looking.
She threw herself into his arms and pressed her lips to his, kissing him hard before she drew back. It was an inexperienced kiss, but you certainly couldn’t fault her enthusiasm.
“They said almost half the subs were lost.” Her voice cracked. “And they didn’t have a survivors’ list. I guess—” She straightened. “I guess that sort of thing isn’t a priority with the Jao.”
He drank in her face. Her blue-gray eyes were wet and darkly luminous, the pupils only pinpoints in the bright light. “How bad is it? I know one of the Ekhat ships got past us. Did—”
“Governor Oppuk’s forces destroyed it, but not before the Ekhat unleashed its plasma ball over south China.” She turned her head and looked back over her shoulder, as though the devastation were visible, even from here. “The loss of life—it was pretty bad, Ed. Even with everybody taking what shelter they could, that’s a densely populated area. Whole forests are gone, entire ecosystems obliterated, God only knows how many people dead. At least a million, probably a lot more. The Chinese are being as close-mouthed as they usually are.”
His jaw tightened and he could feel a knot behind his eyes. “Damnation.”
“No,” she said and turned her gaze to the scorched subs. Other men and women were finding those who’d come to meet them, conducting reunions, but, off to the side, many stood silent, their loved ones lost forever in the burning fires of the sun. Her fingers tightened on his arm. “After seeing what’s left of the affected areas, everybody knows this world is lucky to be here at all. If their entire force had gotten through—”
He nodded, then buried his face in her clean-smelling hair and held her close. “Well, it’s over.”
Caitlin shook her head, still pressed against his shoulder. “No, it isn’t, Ed. It may get worse. The comm center is now reporting that Oppuk is preparing bolides.” She leaned back and stared at him, hollow-eyed. “They think he’s going to start bombarding the planet, in the name of crushing a rebellion. It’ll be Chicago and New Orleans—and Everest—a hundred times over.”
* * *
A groundcar pulled up, with a military driver. As always, rank had its privileges, even in the midst of disaster. Kralik started to open the door for Caitlin, but she did for herself before he could reach it. He smiled ruefully, half at himself and half at the situation in general. Leave it to Ed Kralik to fall in love with a woman who had Jao habits; sometimes, even, Jao attitudes.
He climbed in after her. He was so weary, the black tarmac seemed to shimmer before his eyes like a heat image. He ached to stretch out in some cool, darkened room with Caitlin in his arms, as he had the night before the submarine fleet had lifted off, but such indulgence was out of the question. Since Oppuk’s fury was undimmed, the real battle was most likely just beginning.