“You’re quite a problem for me,” the Colonel said. “We asked for a regiment of military police. Garrison Marines. I didn’t think we’d get a full regiment, but I certainly didn’t ask for Line troops. Now what am I to do with you?”
Nobody said anything.
“I cannot integrate Line Marines into the militia,” the Colonel said. “It would be a disaster for both units. I don’t even want your troops in this city! That’s all I need, to have Line troopers practicing system D in Harmony!”
Deane looked blankly at me, and I grinned. It was nice to know something he didn’t. System D is a Line troop tradition. The men organize themselves into small units and go into a section of town where they all drink until they can’t hold any more. Then they tell the saloon owners they can’t pay. If any of them causes trouble, they wreck his place, with the others converging onto the troublesome bar while more units delay the guard.
“I’m sorry, but I want your Line troopers out of this city as soon as possible,” Harrington said. “And I can’t give you any officers. There’s no way I can put Marines under militia officers, and I can’t spare any of the few Fleet people I have. That’s a break for you, gentlemen, because the four of you will be the only officers in the 501st Provisional Battalion. Captain Falkenberg will command, of course. Mr. Slater, as senior lieutenant you will be his second, and I expect you’ll have to take a company, as well. You others will also be company commanders. Major Lorca will be able to assist with logistics and maintenance services, but for the rest of it, you’ll be on your own.”
Harrington paused to let that sink in. Deane was grinning at me, and I answered it with one of my own. With any luck we’d do pretty well out of this miserable place. Experience as company commanders could cut years off our time as lieutenants.
“The next problem is, what the hell can I do with you after you’re organized?” Harrington demanded. “Major Lorca, if you’ll give them the background?”
Lorca got up and went to the briefing stand. He used the console to project a city map on the briefing screen. “As you can see, the city is strongly defended,” he said. “We have no difficulty in holding it with our militia. However, it is the only part of Arrarat that we have ever been required to hold, and as a result there are a number of competing gangs operating pretty well as they please in the interior. Lately a group calling itself the River Pack has taken a long stretch along the riverbanks and is levying such high passage fees that they have effectively cut this city off from supply. River traffic is the only feasible way to move agricultural goods from the farmlands to the city.”
Lorca projected another map showing the river stretching northwestward from Harmony-Garrison. It ran through a line of hills; then upriver of that were more farmlands. Beyond them was another mountain chain. “In addition,” Lorca said, “the raw materials for whatever industries we have on this planet come from these mines.” A light pointer indicated the distant mountains. “It leaves us with a delicate political situation.”
The Colonel growled like a dog. “Delicate. Hell, it’s impossible!” he said. “Tell ’em the rest of it, Lorca.”
“Yes, Colonel. The political responsibilities on this planet have never been carefully defined. Few jurisdictions are clear-cut. For example, the city of Garrison is under direct military authority, and Colonel Harrington is both civil and military commander within its walls. The city of Harmony is under direct CoDominium rule, with Governor Swale as its head. That is clear, but Governor Swale also holds a commission as planetary executive, which in theory subordinates Colonel Harrington to him. In practice they work together well enough, with the Governor taking civil authority and Colonel Harrington exercising military authority. In effect we have integrated Garrison and Harmony.”
“And that’s about all we’ve agreed on,” Harrington said. “There’s one other thing that’s bloody clear. Our orders say we’re to hold Garrison at all costs. That, in practice, means we have to defend Harmony as well, so we’ve an integrated militia force. There’s plenty enough strength to defend both cities against direct attack. Supply’s another matter.”
“As I said, a delicate situation,” Major Lorca said. “We cannot hold the city without supply, and we cannot supply the city without keeping the river transport lines open. In the past, Governor Swale and Colonel Harrington were agreed that the only way to do that was to extend CoDominium rule to these areas along the river.” The light pointer moved again, indicating the area marked as held by the River Pack.
“They resisted us,” Lorca said. “Not only the convicts, but the original colonists as well. Our convoys were attacked. Our militiamen were shot down by snipers. Bombs were thrown into the homes of militia officers—the hostiles don’t have many sympathizers inside the city, but it doesn’t take many to employ terror tactics. The Governor would not submit to military rule in the city of Harmony, and the militia could not sustain the effort needed to hold the riverbanks. On orders from the Governor, all CoDominium-controlled forces were withdrawn to within the walls of Harmony-Garrison.”
“We abandoned those people,” Harrington said. “Well, they got what they deserved. As you’d expect, there was a minor civil war out there. When it was over, the River Pack was in control. Swale recognized them as a legal government. Thought he could negotiate with them. Horse puckey. Go on, Lorca. Give ’em the bottom line.”
“Yes, sir. As the Colonel said, the River Pack was recognized as a legal government, and negotiations were started. They have not been successful. The River Pack has made unacceptable demands as a condition of opening the river supply lines. Since it is obvious to the Governor that we cannot hold these cities without secure supplies, the Governor directed Colonel Harrington to reopen the supply lines by military force. The attempt was not successful.”
“They beat our arses,” Harrington said. His lips were tightly drawn. “I’ve got plenty of explanations for it. Militia are just the wrong kind of troops for the job. That’s all burned hydrogen anyway. The fact is, they beat us, and we had to send back to Headquarters for Marine reinforcements. I asked for a destroyer and a regiment of military police. The warship and the Marines would have taken the goddam riverbanks, and the MPs could hold it for us. Instead, I got you people.”
“Which seems to have turned the trick,” Major Lorca said. “At 1630 hours this afternoon, Governor Swale received word that the River Pack wishes to reopen negotiations. Apparently they have information sources within the city—”
“In the city, hell!” Harrington said. “In the Governor’s palace, if you ask me. Some of his clerks have sold out.”
“Yes, sir,” Lorca said. “In any event, they have heard that reinforcements have come, and they wish to negotiate a settlement.”
“Bastards,” Colonel Harrington said. “Bloody criminal butchers. You can’t imagine what those swine have done out there. And His Excellency will certainly negotiate a settlement that leaves them in control. I guess he has to. There’s not much doubt that with the 501st as a spearhead we could retake that area, but we can’t hold it with Line Marines! Hell, Line troops aren’t any use as military government. They aren’t trained for it and they won’t do it.”
Falkenberg cleared his throat. Harrington glared at him for a moment. “Yes?”
“Question, sir.”
“Ask it.”
“What would happen if the negotiations failed so that the 501st was required to clear the area by force? Would that produce a more desirable result?”
Harrington nodded, and the glare faded. “I like the way you think. Actually, Captain, it wouldn’t, not really. The gangs would try to fight, but when they saw it was hopeless, they’d take their weapons and run. Melt into the bush and wait. Then we’d be back where we were a couple of years ago, fighting a long guerrilla war with no prospect for ending it. I had something like that in mind, Captain, but that was when I was expecting MPs. I think we could govern with a regiment of MPs.”
“Yes, sir,” Falkenberg said. “But even if we must negotiate a settlement with the River Pack, surely we would like to be in as strong a bargaining position as possible.”
“What do you have in mind, Falkenberg?” Harrington asked. He sounded puzzled, but there was genuine interest in his voice.
“If I may, sir.” Falkenberg got up and went to the briefing screen. “At the moment I take it we are technically in a state of war with the River Pack?”
“It’s not that formal,” Major Lorca said. “But, yes, that’s about the situation.”
“I noticed that there was an abandoned CD fort about 240 kilometers upriver,” Falkenberg said. He used the screen controls to show that section of the river. “You’ve said that you don’t want Line Marines in the city. It seemed to me that the old fort would make a good base for the 501st, and our presence there would certainly help keep river traffic open.”
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