tz.cobra strike-第69章
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sed to someone new。〃
〃The training period being especially dangerous if it's breaking in a new krisjaw instead；〃 Vartanson said； nodding heavily。 〃Yeah； I see now。 What you're saying is that the Qasamans have made the planet a little slice of mojo…heaven。〃
Telek snorted softly。 〃Hardly。 It may have been so once； but the mojos are rapidly heading down a deadend street。〃 She keyed her display； and an aerial map of the Fertile Crescent region appeared。 〃Down here；〃 she said； tapping white spots onto the image with a pointer。 〃Here； here； and here。 The Qasamans are adding on to their chain of cities。〃
〃So？〃 Vartanson frowned 〃Don't you see？ Cities are lousy places for a predator bird to live。 They've got to fly long distances to do their own hunting or accept the equivalent of pet food from their masters。 But the human population is increasing； and their cute little underground munication system requires them to stay in the same reasonably limited area of the planet。 And that means cities。〃
〃But I thought the cities were laid out expressly for the mojos〃 benefit；〃 Roi growled。 〃That was your whole argument for the second study trip； remember？〃
〃For their reproductive benefit； yes；〃 Telek nodded。 〃But not for their feeding benefit。 I don't think we ever actually got to see a mojo hunting； but their usual prey is probably small birds or large insects； and no matter what the bololins and tarbines do； small birds are not going to venture into the cities in great numbers。 The city design is essentially a promise； and if I were a mojo I think I'd be feeling definitely cheated by it。〃
〃Then why don't they switch back？〃 Vartanson demanded。 〃They did so once…why not do it again？〃
〃Switch back to what？ Practically since they landed the Qasamans have been shooting every krisjaw that poked its head out of the grass。 They must have the entire Fertile Crescent nearly cleared out by now； and they still pull people off work to go hunt the things every month or so。 It's crazy。〃
〃Maybe not；〃 Jonny put in。 〃As you said； the Qasaman leadership knows what's going on。 What better way to insure their bodyguards〃 continued loyalty than to make sure there's nowhere else for them to go？〃
Telek shrugged。 〃Could be。 They're certainly devious enough to e up with something like that。〃
〃Which would imply； in turn；〃 Jonny continued； 〃that they recognize the benefits of having mojos around to keep down interpersonal friction。 If they consider that factor to be that important； perhaps instead of considering war we should instead be concentrating on getting rid of the mojos。〃
〃How？〃 Telek snorted。 〃Kill them all off？〃
〃Why not？ Whole species have been exterminated before； back in the Dominion。 Species…specific pesticides can be made for any animal； can't they？〃
〃Theoretically； once enough is known about the animal's hormone sequence during breeding。 We haven't got anything like that much data on mojos。〃
〃We've got the time； though；〃 Jonny persisted。 〃The tech assessment puts them at least fifteen years away from a stardrive。〃
〃Won't help；〃 Roi murmured。 〃The cities； Jonny。 Any animal that would prefer a good breeding setup to a good feeding setup is going to be incredibly hard to kill off。〃
〃Especially when the Qasamans will be on their side；〃 Telek said。 〃Remember； whatever input the mojos had on the design of the cities； it was the humans who put them up。 Could be that they actually didn't need much prompting after all…this arrangement encourages a steady supply of mojos for their growing population while at the same time keeps them on a short enough food leash that they won't just give up and go look for a krisjaw to team up with。〃
〃And unlike the aviary approach； this looks more natural to the mojos；〃 Roi mused。 〃Suckers them into thinking things are going their way while the Qasamans kill off every krisjaw for a thousand kilometers around。〃
Stiggur tapped his fingers gently on the tabletop。 〃The ultimate； crowning irony： the puppets conspire to keep the puppeteers with them。〃
〃The crowning irony？〃 Hemner shook his head。 〃No。 The crowning irony is Moff's last warning 。。。 and the fact that； given their cultural paranoia； they might very well have cowered there on their one little world forever； afraid to venture into space where they might run into something they didn't like。 If the Trofts hadn't poked at them； and persuaded us to do likewise； they might never have bee even the smallest threat to either of us。 Consider that when you're tempted to congratulate yourselves on how well we've handled this。〃
A long； painful silence settled on the table。 Jonny shifted quietly in his chair； the dull ache in his joints echoed by the bitterness in his mind。 Hemner was right； had been right； in fact； all the way from the beginning。 And now the threat they'd worried and argued about was on its way to being a self…fulfilling prophesy。
And it was far too late to go back。
Stiggur broke the silence first； and with the words Jonny knew he would use。 〃Does anyone have a remendation to make？〃
Vartanson looked around the table； pressed his lips； and nodded heavily。 〃I do； Brom。〃 He took a deep breath。 〃I remend we accept the Baliu demesne's offer of five new worlds in exchange for eliminating the Qasaman threat。〃
Stiggur nodded。 〃Anyone else？〃
Jonny licked his lips 。。。 but in his mind's eye he saw the Qasamans and their mojos moving on Chata； Kubha； and Tacta 。。。 and from there to the Cobra Worlds themselves。 We will e and find you； Moff had said； and Jonny knew he'd meant it 。。。 and the objection he'd been about to raise died in his throat。
The others may have seen similar visions。 Certainly； none of them spoke。
Three minutes later； Vartanson's remendation became official。
It had been a long time since Justin had been in his Capitalia apartment。 Standing at the living room window； gazing out at the city lights； he tried to count how many times he'd been back here since beginning his Cobra training 。。。 four months ago？ Five？
The train of thought petered out from lack of interest。 Sighing； he stepped back to his desk and sat down。 The clean paper and magdisks he'd put there an hour ago were still untouched； and down deep he knew they were going to remain that way for a while longer。 Tonight he could see nothing but the faces of the three men who'd been buried this morning； the Cobras who'd died getting the Dewdrop off Qasama。 He hadn't even known there'd been casualties in the confusion of that time； hadn't known until they all arrived at the Menssana and he saw the bodies being carried by their friends。
Tonight was not the night to begin preparations for war。
The doorbell twittered。 Governor Telek； most likely； e to check on his progress。 〃e in；〃 he called。
The door unlocked and opened。 〃Hello； Justin；〃 Jonny said。
Justin felt his stomach tighten。 〃Hi； Dad。 What're you doing out this late？〃
〃In the cold rain？〃 Jonny added with a half smile； shaking the last few drops off his coat before stepping into the apartment and letting the door close behind him。 〃I wanted you to e by the house tonight and your phone was off。 This seemed the logical alternative。〃
Justin dropped his eyes to his desk。 〃I'm sorry； but I'm supposed to be working on 。。。 something。〃
〃A battle plan？〃 Jonny asked gently。
Justin grimaced。 〃Governor Telek told you？〃
〃Not in so many words； but it wasn't hard to figure out。 You've already shown yourself to have a surprisingly good tactical ability； and she was bound to want something to show the full Council tomorrow。〃
〃Tactical ability；〃 Justin said bitterly。 〃Oh； sure。 A great plan； wasn't it？…except for the minor fact that Decker and Michael had to improvise an ending just to get us out。 And even at that we lost three men。〃
Jonny was silent for a moment。 〃Most military plans wind up being changed somewhere along the line；〃 he said at last。 〃I wish I could offer some words of fort about the casualties； too； but only the inadequate line about them sacrificing themselves to save everyone else es to mind。 That one never satisfied me； either。〃
〃So they sacrifice themselves for the mission； and the next thousand sacrifice tfzemselves for the Worlds。 Is that how
