Counter strike

“Very well. We have a lot of stuff in the capsules, too, and these things touch the head and the back during the examination. We’ll just make special holes for your probes, and leave the rest of the capsule inside as it was. There won’t be seen any difference. ”

“I’m ssstarrrting,” Lit-ta nodded in a perfectly human motion and turned to her aides.

* * *

The first five quargs passed the standard procedure of examination impassively as usual. They were used to comply with the orders of people, knowing that no one is intentionally harming them, but if they resist, there can be complications.

The sixth prisoner, who looked very similar, like all of them, to a zombie from the grave, but neat and moving normally, unlike this popular horror hero, calmly approached the capsule indicated to him and stepped into the niche behind the doors slid open. The doors closed, and the capsule slowly took up a horizontal position. Nothing unusual happened for five minutes, and then the capsule shook, and the medical diagnostic devices that we didn’t dismantle to provide the procedure some extra credibility gave us a warning.

We urgently stopped the process of «examination», but it was too late, the prisoner died.

“It’sss a classsic death when a block goesss off,” said Lit-ta behind my back, “We haven’t considered sssomething, Igorrr. We have to trrry again.”

Our attempts cost the lives of three more quargs. We changed the terms each time. We’ve even made a complete analogue of lizard cocoon probes from our terrestrial polymer materials and we did a «checkup» of another prisoner first on this simulator. He survived, but when he tried to repeat the procedure with a real cocoon, he died, just like all the others. The only condition we knowingly did not change was the length of the quargs’ captivity. Neither I nor Lit-tа wanted to experiment with prisoners who still have a few years to live. I mean, they’re enemies, but right now, they’re not dangerous and they’re perfectly law-abiding, so it’s better to risk those who are about to die, ’cause if our method works, they’ll have a chance at a normal life for years to come.

“We’rrre making a little bit of a missstake sssomewherrre,” told me Lit-ta while making nervous movements with the tail from which the cruiser officers tried to stay away. ’Cause trampling a high-ranking ally’s tail is, you know, not so good, it’s fraught with diplomatic complications.

“In the latter cassse, we werrre closssest to the target. The block was about to disssintegrrrate, but that’s when the death orrrder went off.”

“Do they feel anything when the block starts to disintegrate?”

“We don’t know. Anyway, it’sss a very sssubtle feeling, almost imperrrccceptible.”

“Can we dull it with something? Like pain?”

“Only the pain ssshould not be too sssevere. I need the patient’sss clearrr consciousssnesss.”

“The pain won’t be strong, but it’ll be throbbing in a jagged rhythm, distracting.”

“Okay. Let’sss trrry it.”

This time our legend for the quargs has changed. We didn’t talk about checkups to find a way to prevent their sudden deaths in captivity, it could put patients on their guard and make them subconsciously listen to life-threatening feelings. We told another batch of test subjects that we’re selecting candidates for resettlement in another colony where living standards are higher, but health requirements are stricter, because the hard work there required certain physique. The prisoners were not very enthusiastic about this information, because they knew that they had at best a few months left to live and that there was no point in changing anything in life, but they agreed to be examined without objection, as a matter of habit, even when we gave them honest warning that there might be pain.

A sixth prisoner entered the capsule as in all previous trials. The first test we did with the dummy probes in order the quarg to get used to the sensations and not twitch. Then the session was repeated with real probes released by the cocoon of lizards. In the fifth minute, the medical complex triggered the alarm, but not in the way it did when a patient died. The quarg was bad, very bad and painful, but he didn’t die, and the resuscitation module, which was automatically activated, called out for help from people, because it couldn’t decide what to do in an unfamiliar situation.

The prisoner survived.

Chapter 2

“The block was rrremoved,” informed me Lit-ta, “but the memorrry isss damaged. There’sss no telling what he’ll rrrememberrr, but what’sss left of it, we’ll get it out of him without killing him. We mussst continue with the other prrrisonerrrsss, Rrrearrr Admirrral, time is rrrunning out.”

Time. It really doesn’t like to wait. But our success has not yet been impressive. We’ve only been able to remove a block from every third quarg, the rest died immediately or went into a coma and died a few hours later. Of course, it was still a breakthrough. The Ministry of Defence Security Service, after listening to my report, became ecstatic and rushed to the Kruger 60 system. They now had a lot of work to do, and a job that was very promising in terms of concrete results and beneficial to their career development.

We fought for patient survival. I never thought that deaths of quargs might be upsetting to me, but they grieved me. The surviving prisoners, who no longer had a block, had not yet realized the changes that had taken place. In any case, they continued to ignore our questions on previously closed subjects, but I think it was purely out of habit. We haven’t addressed this problem seriously yet, waiting for the professionals from the Solar System.

One of the cruiser’s medical staff suggested we try injecting the quargs before the procedure with various medications, that do not cloud the mind, but suppress individual reactions of the body to external stimuli. The idea seemed interesting to us, and we started with anxiolytics, substances that dispel anxiety and fear. It went better right away. The full range of measures, including the application of drugs, the refined legend and demonstrative successful «examinations» of several other quargs and the patient himself before the beginning of the real procedure, increased the survivability of removing the block to 60 percent. But the real breakthrough was the use of several neuroleptics, which were chosen with regard to the characteristics of the quarg organism.

These substances were originally intended to control psychosis and behavioral disorders such as increased aggressiveness and mania, but we used them to delay the patient’s death order from the brain block for at least a few seconds. As it turned out, this delay was enough to prevent such an order from being generated before the block disintegrated.

Survival rates have risen to almost 100 per cent, and memory damage has been greatly reduced, but it has not been completely avoided, and Lit-ta regretted that it was likely to be unavoidable in the future.

“That’sss it, Igorrr, I did what I promisssed,” said Lit-ta after another successful removal of block, “My ssstaff will ssstay here with you and work as long as it takesss, and I have to fly.”

“Aren’t you curious to know what the prisoners without the blocks will say?”

“It’sss interesssting, of courssse it’sss interesssting,” I was shown the tongue again, “but my lizzzarrrds will tell me. It’s time to go, Rrrearrr Admirrral.”

“It’ll take you half the time to get back there. We placed a chain of hyperbeacons between the endpoints, and our latest technologies allow us to do longer jumps with them. It’s gonna take less accelerations and less pauses.”

“Fine. I’m waiting forrr you to pay me a visit, Igorrr. I have sssomething to ssshow you in my sssystem. Rrrememberrr, you’rrre welcome to any lizzzarrrd now. Our sssuperior leaderrr has confirmed your ssstatusss.”

“That’s for certain, Lit-ta, at the very first opportunity. I have one last question. You gave a very impressive speech in your meeting with the Federation President. I liked the way you treated our relationship after the victory. I want a lasting peace, too, for personal reasons of late, as well,” I smiled. Lit-ta already quite understood why I’m making up faces and showing her my teeth, “and I want to offer you an idea that I think will help.”

“Lissstening with great interrressst,” Lit-ta tilted her head to the side, which meant increased attention to the words of the interlocutor.

“Our paths of development are too different. Technologies are very different, they are so different that it’s going to be very difficult for us to take them from each other. But that’s a good thing, it’ll make us work together and depend on each other. Isn’t it a unifying factor?”

“Sssoundsss rrreasssonable. What’sss next?”

“Next, I’d like to suggest to create a fleet of ships based on a mixture of our technologies. At first, of course, it’ll be rough stuff, but we need to learn to combine our technologies and get them to work together, and, very importantly, ships should have mixed crews. People will be responsible for their share of the equipment, and lizards for their own.”

“We can considerrr it,” Lit-ta nodded her head, “I’ll passss it on to the sssuperior leaderrr…”

“I guess I didn’t explain it very well,” said I, “it’s not an abstract idea for the future. I want to start right now. I need a perfect reconnaissance ship. I was very impressed with your engines. They’re weaker than our engines, but when they’re working they’re not lowering the ship’s camouflage, which is more than important to a recon ship. I want to prepare a ship with a hybrid propulsion system, more simply, with two engines, yours and ours. Why do you think I asked you to work with the quarg prisoners? I needed information. I wanted to know where the enemy was holding the captured humans and lizards and what they were doing to them. One way or another, I’m gonna get that information out of them, and then I’ll need a ship on which I can get to the right points in the quarg rear without being spotted, and find out everything in detail. Lit-ta, I do not know about you, but we, humans, have lost nearly ten billion prisoners in 20 years of war, if you count not only the soldiers, but also the civilian population of the conquered planets. If any of them are alive, I want them out of there.”

“You want to smuggle billionsss of people and about as many lizzzarrrdsss out of the quarrrg rrrear? But that’s impossible…”

“I know a general… I’ll introduce you someday. Now, he can do almost anything in terms of cargo and passenger transportation, as well as supplying troops with everything they need. You may not believe this, but I don’t know the problems in this area that this man can’t solve within a reasonable time frame.”

“I think I’ll ssstick around forrr a few more daysss,” said Lit-ta after a small pause, “Your people will benefit from my help in extracting the information we need from our captive enemies. And… my ship. I’ll leave it to you, Rrrearrr Admirrral, along with the crrrew and my ssspecialistsss who repaired your crrruiserrr. I’m sssurrre you’ll be able to give me comforrrt aboard yourrr ssship when I go home.”

* * *

The assistant entered the President’s office as always without a sound.

“Ignat, when will the full English report be ready?” asked Tobolsky.

“Work is still going on, Mr President,” replied the assistant in low voice, “Too much material fell into the hands of our operatives.”

“Tell them I’m not happy with the speed of the work.”

“There aren’t enough people with the right security clearance, Mr President, There’s a lot of information, and it’s never clear in advance what it’s level of secrecy is.”

“Anything important found yet?”

“Nothing to respond immediately. But… there’s information on Rear Admiral Lavroff. It’s very ambiguous.”

“More specifically?”