“The deterrence fleet, I presume?” Ilanthe said equitably.

“Yes,” Kazimir said.

“I am most impressed.”

“I am reluctant to use weapons functions against you. We are still within the Sol system. There might be damage.”

“Not to me. But that isn’t your immediate concern.”

“I assure you it is. However, if it becomes necessary, I will use force. Your rebellion is now over. Please accept that.”

“You believed we engineered your deployment so I would be safe to emerge.”

“That is obvious.”

“But wrong. Please scan near-Sol space.”

Look behind you. The oldest ploy in the book, but nearly always spoken from a position of superiority. Kazimir kept his energy signature where it was but manifested several long-range sensor functions. He searched for signs of stealthed hyperdrives. Eight thousand and one were holding steady in transdimensional suspension, englobing the Sol system at forty AUs (astronomical units) out.

“What are they?” he asked.

“We call them the Swarm,” Ilanthe said. “They are here to put an end to ANA’s interference.”

“I have to access them,” Kazimir told ANA. “I really don’t like that formation.” His sensor functions observed one of the hyperdrives arrowing in toward the inversion core at very high speed even for an ultradrive. The other eight thousand dropped out of hyperspace where they were, materializing into spacetime as large spherical force fields, their orbits neatly surrounding the Sol system.

Every navy warship assigned to the Sol protection fleet flashed in toward Earth, knitting together in a defensive formation that extended out beyond lunar orbit. Weapons platforms that had spent decades stealthed in high orbit emerged to join the incredible array of firepower lining up on the Swarm. All over the planet, force fields powered up, shielding the remaining cities. Anyone outside an urban area was immediately teleported in to safety. The T-sphere itself was integrated into the defense organization, ready to ward off energy assaults against the planet by rearranging spacetime in a sharp curve.

Lizzie was in the kitchen when the alert came through. Unfamiliar icons popped up in her exovision as she was taking a big pan of boiling chicken stock off the grand iron range. Secondary routines identified them, pushing their meanings into her consciousness. She was suddenly all too aware of what was happening out on the fringes of the Sol system. “Ozzie, crappit,” she grunted as she put the hot pan back down on the range. The whole event was so extraordinary, she had no idea how to react, and then her basic parental instincts took over.

Little Rosa was chortling away happily to herself in the family room, where she was playing with some reactive spheres, clashing them against each other in a burst of music, then clapping as they rolled away across the antique rug. She grinned delightedly as her mother rushed in.

The pediatric housebot floating to one side of the toddler glided smoothly to one side as Lizzie scooped her up. “Come on,” she said, and started to designate her coordinate within the T-sphere. That was when the defense agency announced the T-sphere would be unavailable for civilian use in one minute’s time.

Lizzie teleported into the school. Rosa whooped with delight at the abrupt jump. “Good, good,” she enthused.

The classroom she’d emerged into was a broad circle with a shallow dome roof and long overhang windows looking across the green playing fields of Dulwich Park. It was raining outside. Twenty children were inside, split into three groups. Their teachers were already looking startled. Lizzie looked around as a timer started to count away her minute. Elsie was part of a reading group. She glanced up and smiled at her mother.

Two more parents jumped into the classroom, both looking as perturbed as Lizzie imagined she was. She beckoned frantically to Elsie, who started over. By now another five parents had arrived. The large classroom was starting to feel crowded.

Tilly was in the music group, her violin resting comfortably under her chin as the children practiced a cheerful-sounding song for the school’s Christmas Nativity play. “Come here,” Lizzie called as Elsie reached her side. There were twenty seconds left. Out of the corner of her eye, Lizzie saw a mother jump away as she clutched her son.

“What’s happening?” Tilly asked.

“Here!” Lizzie implored. Another two adults materialized in front of her and started to hunt desperately for their children. The youngsters were starting to get upset as more and more parents with worried faces appeared.

Tilly scampered over, still hanging on to her violin. Lizzie’s u-shadow registered a call from her husband. “Not now,” she grunted, and designated the house as their teleport coordinate. Tilly ran into her, and there were nine seconds left. Just for an instant, the emptiness of the translation continuum flashed around them as Lizzie and the kids jumped out.

She let out a little shocked sob as they all materialized in the familiar hallway.

“What is it?” a subdued Elsie demanded. “What’s happening?”

“Mummy?” Tilly appealed, tugging at Lizzie’s skirt.

“I’m not sure,” Lizzie said even as she was trying to make sense of the defense agency displays. The defense agency didn’t have any details on the devices that had surrounded the solar system. Then the T-sphere was diverted from standard use, stranding everyone on the planet in his or her immediate location. She told her u-shadow to accept her husband’s call.

“Thank Ozzie,” he exclaimed. “Where are the girls?”

“Got them,” she promised, feeling slightly superior because she’d reacted so swiftly and correctly. “Where are you?”

“On a starship. Eight minutes out from Gralmond spaceport.”

“Do you understand what’s happening?”

“Not really. It’s the ANA factions; their fights have turned physical.”

“They can’t hurt Earth? Can they?” She didn’t want to let go of the children. Outside, the rain had drained out of the gray London sky as the force field dome covered the city.

“That’s not what it’s about. Look I’ll be with you as soon-”

The connection ended. Strange symbols flipped up into her exovision, showing routing problems with his link.

In the unisphere? That’s not possible!

“-after I’ve landed. Then I’ll-”

“Something’s wrong,” she gasped.

“-hang on! I will be there, I prom-”

“The link has failed,” her u-shadow reported.

“How can it fail?” she cried.

“The wormhole connections with the Commonwealth worlds are collapsing,” her u-shadow said.

“Oh, great Ozzie!” Lizzie hurried into the conservatory, pulling the girls with her. She tried to make sense of the emergency icons invading her exovision as she looked up into the dour sky, hunting for signs of the world coming to an end.

– -

Kazimir’s energy signature halted ten kilometers from one of the Swarm components. He manifested a vast array of sensor functions, yet not one of them was able to penetrate the five-hundred-meter-diameter force field floating serenely in space. “Damnit, they’ve acquired Dark Fortress technology,” he told ANA. Far behind him, the Accelerator ship dropped out of hyperdrive next to the inversion core. It was large for an ultradrive; long-range scans revealed a multitude of weapons on board. A hold door opened in the rear section, and the inversion core slipped gracefully inside. Then a force field came on around it, every bit as impervious as the one he was confronting.

Kazimir was desperate to intercept the Accelerator Faction starship, but with Earth and ANA facing an unknown threat, his duty was clear. He manifested several high-level weapon functions and fired at the force field directly ahead of him. Everything he used was simply deflected away. The force field was completely impermeable to any assault he could bring in spacetime and hyperspace.