Star Corps(15)
“You noticed that, did you?” Ramsey said, and smiled. Major Ricia Anderson was his executive officer within their constellation. “This op is going to be a logistical nightmare.”
“Nothing new there, Colonel. The Corps always gets the short end.”
“Seal it, Rish. I want to hear.”
“This operation was originally conceived as a task force comprising a single Marine expeditionary unit,” Haslett was saying in response to another question. “The Ishtar garrison is a Marine unit, and Spirit of Humankind is being presented to the public as a relief operation.”
Ramsey brought up a text readout and scrolled down through the last few moments. Yeah, there it was. A Confederation liaison officer had asked about the possibility of a multinational task force. There’d been a lot of speculation about that in the netfeeds over the past few months.
“Even so,” Haslett went on, “New Sumer Base is a multinational expedition. Euro-union , Japan, Russia, the Brazilian Empire, Kingdom of Allah, the People’s Hegemony, they all have science teams and contact specialists on Ishtar or in orbit. And every other nation with interests in the Llalande system wants a piece of the action. Whether we make this a multinational task force or not, we can expect at least four other nations to launch expeditions of their own within the next year or so.
“The latest word from the National Security Council is that there will be two expeditionary forces sent. The idea will be to get the American relief force to Ishtar as quickly as possible, which means assembling, training, and launching it within the next few months. Meanwhile, a second contingent, probably Army Special Forces, will be assembled to accompany any multinational force sent to Llalande, both as backup for the MEU and to safeguard American interests with the multinationals.
“This dual-force strategy has a number of advantages. Perhaps most important, the second force will be able to take direction from the first during its approach and alter its strategy to conform with the situation on the ground. And, of course, we’ll also have the advantage of already being in control of key targets and bases when the multinationals arrive.”
Ramsey sighed. Politics and politicians, they never changed. Was Washington more afraid of the rebellion spreading among the Ahannu or of the possibility of Chinese or Brazilians gaining control of Ishtar’s ancient, jungle-smothered secrets?
Well, it didn’t matter much, really. As usual, the Marines would be going in first.
Burning curiosity—and some fear—gnawed at him, though. As yet, no one had told him or the other members of his constellation why they were being summarily redeployed to Earth, but his private suspicions were validated when a laser comm message to Osiris had directed him and the other members of his constellation to link in for Haslett’s Pentagon briefing.
Ever since he’d been called into General Cassidy’s office at Prime three days ago, Ramsey assumed that the mysterious new orders would involve the Llalande crisis. Nothing else he could think of could possibly justify the expense of loading an entire Marine administrative constellation on board an antimatter-drive packet and shipping them back to Earth on an expensive, high-speed trajectory. Marines—even Marine colonels and their staffs—rarely rated such first-class service. Interplanetary packets, with their antimatter drives capable of maintaining a one-g acceleration for their entire transit, cut the flight time between Earth and Mars from months to five days, but even now, a century after their first deployment, they were hellishly expensive to operate.
What else could it be? As always, there were a few dozen hot spots and minor wars scattered across the face of the Earth. The recent Confederation intervention in Egypt had been much in the news of late; Marines had landed in Giza a couple of days ago to seize vital archeological sites from the hands of Mahdi religious fanatics. There was still the threat of a major political break with the Kingdom of Allah, even the possibility of war, but they wouldn’t ship twelve Marines back from Mars just for that.
Same for the unrest in the American Southwest. There’d been rumblings in the states of Sonora and Chihuahua for years now, the possibility of civil unrest, even civil war. But again, there were plenty of Marines and other UFR forces on hand to deal with that.
Besides, there was the Famsit Two requirement, which suggested a long deployment off-Earth, the sort of deployment that would destroy marriage contracts and long-term relationships. The Corps had begun classifying men and women with family-situation ratings shortly after the UN War, when they’d begun assigning personnel to out-Solar duty in the thin, cold reaches beyond the orbit of Mars.