Engaging the Enemy, Part 2 of 2 (Vatta's War Series #3b)

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The third novel in the Nebula Award-winning author's exciting military science fiction series continues the story of the brilliantly unorthodox Kylara Vatta, who's smack in the middle of danger and intrigue yet again.
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The third novel in the Nebula Award-winning author's exciting military science fiction series continues the story of the brilliantly unorthodox Kylara Vatta, who's smack in the middle of danger and intrigue yet again.
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Publishers Weekly
Nebula Award-winner Moon's third Kylara Vatta novel is sadly more reminiscent of the uninspiring Trading in Danger (2003) than the inspired Marque and Reprisal (2004). Ky has more or less patched up her relationship with her cousin Stella-a good thing, since they're all that remains of the Vatta shipping empire-and finished off the most immediate danger, the renegade Osman Vatta. Ky now faces the much more nebulous threat of an interstellar piracy gang. As she travels from station to station seeking fellow pirate fighters, annoying local officials and repeatedly leaving Stella in the lurch, it's hard to stay interested. It doesn't help that the one genuinely stunning twist-of-fate climax is followed by six plodding chapters on an entirely different topic. Moon's strength is clearly in flash-bang-gee-whiz battles and skulking intrigue, both planetside and in space. It's too bad she so frequently drowns them in mundane details that provide realism at the expense of entertainment. (Mar.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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After an attack leaves her parents dead and her family home destroyed, Kylara Vatta, black sheep of one of the galaxy's most influential merchant houses, decides to track down the perpetrators of the crime. As a privateer carrying letters of marque, Kylara treads a fine line in the public eye between piracy and heroism, and her checkered past makes it difficult for her to act within prescribed channels. As her investigations proceed, Kylara discovers a galaxywide conspiracy and faces a challenge she may not survive. Moon's third novel featuring the irrepressible Kylara Vatta excels in character development as well as in its fast-paced action sequences and intricate plotting. A solid purchase, along with its predecessors (Trading in Danger; Marque and Reprisal) for most sf or YA collections. Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
School Library Journal
Adult/High School-Just a year after being expelled from space academy, Kylara Vatta, the daughter of an interstellar shipping tycoon, is well on her way to making her fortune and is the veteran of two successful campaigns of space warfare. In Trading in Danger (2003) and Marque and Reprisal (2004, both Del Rey), she proved her mettle as a trader and won a ship of her own, only to lose most of her clan when unknown enemies attacked the Vatta corporation's headquarters. Now, Ky lays the groundwork for an interstellar military force as a first step toward destroying a large army of pirates, reestablishing safe trading and cargo transport for the law-abiding citizens of her galaxy, and ultimately rebuilding the Vatta empire. She continues to mature as she struggles with inner demons and learns to make the most of her emerging gifts for strategy and leadership. This volume has a transitional feel, telling how the new space navy gets off to a small and rocky start, but leaving the rest of Ky's quest to future books. While the battle strategies and dogfights are thrilling, the series is also a family dynasty saga, complete with eccentric but brilliant cousins and elders and quirky humor. It should appeal to fans of Anne McCaffrey's "Rowan" family SF saga (Ace) as well as to those of David Weber's "Honor Harrington" military SF series (Baen). Moon has created a richly imagined universe of different cultures, replete with intriguing characters and the sense of unlimited possibility that characterizes the most appealing science fiction.-Christine C. Menefee, formerly at Fairfax County Public Library, VA Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781599506807
  • Publisher: GraphicAudio
  • Publication date: 7/1/2010
  • Series: Vatta's War Series, #3
  • Format: CD
  • Product dimensions: 6.50 (w) x 5.40 (h) x 0.70 (d)

Meet the Author

"New York Times" best-selling author and former Marine, Elizabeth Moon has written many novels, including the Paksenarrion fantasy trilogy (available from Baen as "The Deed of Paksenarrion" and also as separate books), the Heris Serrano space adventure series (the first three novels of which have been combined as "Heris Serrano"), and "Remnant Population", which was a Hugo Award finalist. For Del Rey, she has written "Command Decision, Engaging the Enemy, Marque and Reprisal, Trading in Danger", and the Nebula Award winner "The Speed of Dark". After earning a degree in history from Rice University, Moon went on to obtain a degree in biology from the University of Texas, Austin. She lives in Florence, Texas with her husband and son.
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Engaging the Enemy


By Elizabeth Moon

Random House

Elizabeth Moon
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0345447565


Chapter One

Chapter One

In the afternoon sky, the sound of the approaching aircraft rose above the sea breeze, a steady drone. Nothing to see . . . no, there it was, small to make that much noise . . . and then the sudden flood of data from the implant: not an aircraft, no one aboard, a weapon homing on the airfield's navigational beacon. Visual data blanked, overloaded by heat and light, auditory data an inchoate mass of noise, swiftly parsed into channels again, stored, analyzed: primary explosion, structural damage, secondary explosion, quick flicker of building plans, primary visual restored . . .

Ky Vatta jerked awake, heart pounding, breath coming in great gasps. She wasn't there, she was here, in the dark captain's cabin of Fair Kaleen, darkness pricked with the steady green telltales of major ship functions. All she could hear beyond her own pulse beating in her ears were the normal sounds of a ship in FTL flight. No explosions. No fires. No crashing bricks or shattering glass. No reverberative boom echoing off the hills minutes later.

"Bedlight," she said to the room, and a soft glow rose behind her, illuminating tangled sheets and her shaking hands. She glared at her hands, willing them to stop. A deep breath. Another.

The chronometer informed her that it wasmid-third-shift. She had been asleep two hours and fourteen minutes this time. She went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror: she looked every bit as bad as she felt. A shower might help. She had showered already; she had taken shower after shower, just as she had worked out hour after hour in the ship's gym, hoping to exhaust or relax herself into a full night's sleep.

She was the captain. She had to get over this.

This time she dialed the shower cold, and then, chilled, dressed quickly and headed out into the ship. She could always call it a midshift inspection. Her eyes burned. Her stomach cramped, and she headed first for the galley. Maybe hot soup . . .

In the galley, Rafe was ripping open one of the ration packs. "Our dutiful captain," he said, without looking up. "Midshift rounds again? Don't you trust us?" His light ironic tone carried an acidic bite.

She did not need this. "It's not that I don't trust the crew. I'm still not sure of this ship."

"Ah. As I'm sure you recall, I'm on third-shift duty right now, and this is my midshift meal. Do you want something?"

She wanted sleep. Real sleep, uninterrupted by dreams or visions or whatever . . . "The first snack you pick up," she said.

He reached into the cabinet without looking and pulled something out. "Traditional Waskie Custard," he said, reading the label. "The picture is an odd shade of yellow--sure that's what you want?"

"I'll try it," Ky said. He had put his own meal in the oven; now he handed her a small sealed container and a spoon. She glanced at the garish label; it did look . . . unappetizing. Inside the seal was what looked like a plain egg custard. Ky dug the spoon into it. It should be soothing.

"Excuse my mentioning it to the captain," Rafe said, sitting across from her at the table. "But you look like someone slugged you in both eyes about ten minutes ago. I promise to perform all my duties impeccably if you'll go back to bed and look human in the morning."

Ky started to say something about duty, but she couldn't get the words out. "I can't sleep," she said instead.

"Ah. Reliving the fight? It must've been bad--"

That attempt at pop psych therapy almost made her laugh. Almost. "No," she said. "I had my post-manslaughter nightmare the second night. This is something else."

"You could tell me," he said, his voice softening to a purr. When she didn't respond, he sat up and said, "With the matter of the internal ansibles, you have enough on me that I wouldn't dare reveal any secrets of yours."

Maybe it was safe to talk to him; he had been ready to commit suicide rather than let outsiders know he had unknown technology, a personal instantaneous communicator, implanted in his head. "It's not . . . it's . . . I'm not sure what it is." Ky tented her hands above the custard, which was not as soothing as she'd hoped. Something in the texture almost sickened her. "I think . . . somehow . . . I'm seeing what happened back home."

"What . . . the attack?"

"Yes. I know it's impossible; I don't even know if Dad's implant recorded any of it, and I haven't tried to access those dates anyway. But I keep dreaming it, or . . . or something."

"A high-level implant could record it all," Rafe said. "If your father wanted a record, something for a court. Are you sure it's not bleeding over? I mean, if he put an Urgent-to-transmit command on it--"

"It couldn't override my priorities, could it? Everything's user-defined . . ."

"True, but this implant's had two users. It may not know you aren't your father."

"That's . . ." Ridiculous, she had been going to say, but maybe it wasn't. She'd had the implant inserted in an emergency, with no time then for adjustment of implant and brain. She'd gone directly into combat, and then the direct connection to Rafe's implant had made changes in hers, changes that essentially reconfigured it into some kind of cranial ansible. That might have damaged or changed control functions. And she'd never had someone else's implant before. Why, she wondered now, hadn't Aunt Grace downloaded the data into a new one? Unless it couldn't be done. "I hadn't thought of that," she said instead. "What do you know about transferred implants?"

"Not much," Rafe said. "I know it's possible to use one; I don't know how much residual control might be involved. That one was your father's command implant, right? I'd expect it to have special features."

"It probably does," Ky said. "It certainly does now, after linking with yours." She looked at the cup of custard and pushed it away. "I suppose I'd better look into that."

"If you don't want to go insane from lack of sleep and nightmares, that would be a yes," Rafe said, pulling his own mealpak from the microwave. "Real food wouldn't hurt, either. How about some noodles and chicken? I can make myself another."

It smelled good. Ky nodded; Rafe pushed the tray across to her, picked up her container of uneaten custard and sniffed at it, then wrinkled his nose and dropped it in the recycler. He pulled out another mealpak and put that in the microwave before sitting down again. Ky took a bite of noodle and sauce; it went down easily.

"See if the implant has a sleep cycle enabler," Rafe said. "They don't put those in kids' implants, but the high-end adult ones often do, along with a timer. It should be in the personal adjustment menu somewhere."

Ky queried her implant and found it: sleep enhancement mode, maximum duration eight hours, monitored and "regulated" brain-wave activity and damped sensory input. Users were instructed not to use this function more than five sleep cycles in a row without medical advice . . .

An Urgent tag came up: "Authorized user request: review sealed files." Ky scrolled mentally to check the priorities of sleep enhancement versus Urgent Message, dropped the priority of the message to allow sleep enhancement to override it, and set a condition for waking. Then she finished her noodles and chicken.

"I'm going back to bed," she said. "Tell first shift I may be late."

Initiating sleep enhancement mode was like walking off a cliff into oblivion. She woke feeling rested for the first time since before she'd put the implant in . . . languid, comfortable. After a shower and change, she went up to the bridge.

"Good rest, Captain?" Lee asked.

"Very good," Ky said. "But I'm going to need to spend a lot of time today exploring data stored in this implant. I suspect it's going to be very intense. So if there's anything you know you need for this shift, tell me now."

"We're doing fine," Lee said. "All systems green--this is a lovely ship, despite the way she's been used. Whatever else Osman was up to, he maintained the ship systems perfectly."

"Call if you need me," Ky said. "I'll be in my cabin."

She puttered around briefly, stripping the bed and sending the linens through the 'fresher cycle, reluctant to face what was coming. When she realized that, she sat down at her desk and activated the secured files.

In the afternoon sky, the sound of the approaching aircraft rose above the sea breeze, a steady drone . . . but this time she was awake, and viewed the audiovisual data as an outsider, not a participant. Her father's emotions did not flood her awareness; she recognized the silhouettes of the two craft before the implant matched them.

Still, the violence of the explosions was shocking. Her breath came fast. Deliberately, Ky slowed the replay, returning again and again to the same image: were they aircraft with missiles or bombs, or were they the weapons? That hardware could be either. They had come in low and fast; the implant did not record--her father had not thought to look for--the telltale evidence that might tell her which they were.

Ky put a tagger on the best of the early images and told the implant to find any similar images after the explosions, but apparently her father had not looked for the aircraft again, nor had he tapped into the airfield's scan data after that first moment.

Back to the beginning. The implant didn't tell her what her father was thinking that afternoon, but it held his planned itinerary--a flight from Corleigh back to the mainland--and his planned schedule--a meeting with senior management at Vatta headquarters, the agenda including the quarterly financial reports, dinner with his brother and his brother's wife, the next two days a series of meetings with the Slotter Key Tik Growers' Association, the Slotter Key Agricultural Commission, the Slotter Key Shipping Advisory Commission. An address to the graduating class of Nandinia School of Business--Ky ignored the link to the text. All routine: he normally spent at least six days out of ten on the mainland; her mother preferred Corleigh's gentler climate except during the main social season.

His flight plan had been properly filed well in advance; anyone could have known when he would be at the little private airfield, and yet no explosion occurred there.

She noted that oddity and went back to the visual record itself.

The local offices exploded; debris rained from the sky. Another explosion; the visual output darkened. Along the margins, a row of red numbers appeared, giving her father's vital signs. She tried to steady her breathing--was this when he died?

But no. The visual record returned, as someone pulled debris off him. She recognized the faces: old George, their pilot Gaspard, someone she had seen around the office . . . Marin Sanlin, the implant told her. Her father looked toward the house, now a tower of flame and smoke . . .

Even seeing it, she could not quite believe it. Surely the comfortable sprawling house with its tall windows to catch the sea breeze, its cool tile floors, had not really gone so fast, so completely. Some walls still stood, as fire raged inside, consuming everything from her past . . . the long, polished dining room table, the library with its shelves of data cubes and old books, the paintings, the family rooms . . .


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