On the view screen, the emerald green Disrupter began to generate a transparent sphere of red energy that enveloped the entire planet Earth, along with its entire atmosphere—causing the EDA’s drones to fall out of the sky. But the moon was outside of the Disrupter’s range—as was the secret EDA defense base on its far side.
“The quantum-disruption effect only works if the transmitting and receiving ends of a link are both contained inside its spherical field,” the general said. “If either the drone or its operator are located outside of the disruption field, the quantum link is completely unaffected and remains intact. If the enemy manages to couple their Disrupter to the Earth, only the EDA personnel stationed up here on the moon—that’s us—will still be able to control the drones we have stockpiled back on Earth, and vice versa.”
My father flipped away from the wire-frame animation and back to the footage of the enemy fighters, revealing a large, onyx-colored dodecahedron—a dark, multifaceted jewel spinning in their midst. The object pulsed rapidly in color from jet black to molten red along its illuminated angular seams.
“Just before the Europans attacked this base during the last Opposition, they activated the Disrupter, coupling it to the moon’s magnetic field, which is relatively weak compared to that of Earth.”
As he spoke, the pulsing dodecahedron fired a red beam of energy into the moon’s core. It began to generate a spherical field of energy around itself, which increased rapidly in diameter until it completely covered Moon Base Alpha, along with large patches of the moon’s surface, which I knew from our briefing was in a pattern that matched the moon’s inherent magnetic field.
“When the Disrupter switched on, it knocked out our ability to control drones from here inside the base,” my father explained. “But all of the EDA drone pilots located back on Earth were unaffected, because they were outside the disruption field.”
Shin pulled a different graphic up on the screen, showing Earth and its nearby moon, the far side of which was covered by the Disrupter’s transparent field, which was enormous, but not large enough to envelop both the moon and Earth at the same time.
“The enemy’s drones continued to function for the same reason,” my father said. “Their operators were back on Europa, hundreds of thousands of miles outside the disruption field.”
Shin nodded. “This base has a backup hard-line intranet,” he said. “So we were still able to defend the base using the surface guns, and with tethered backup drones, which were all hardwired and thus unaffected by the Disrupter.”
On the screen, footage showed sentry guns all over the exterior of the base powering on and returning fire as the enemy Glaive and Wyvern Fighters kept right on attacking, raining down a steady barrage of laser fire and plasma bolts on the base defenses. Down on the surface, a few dozen tethered ATHIDs and Warmechs also continued to defend the base, unspooling their fiber-optic tether cables behind them, which drastically limited their mobility, effectiveness, and range.
“The EDA sent several squadrons of reinforcement Interceptors up here from Earth,” he explained. “And with their help, we were eventually able to destroy the Disrupter. But the base was badly damaged, and we barely survived the attack.”
“Is a real Disrupter as difficult to destroy as the ones in the game?” Chén asked via his QComm.
Shin, Graham, and my father all nodded.
“Then how did you guys manage to take it down?” I asked.
Shin and Graham both grinned, as if they’d been waiting for this question.
“ ‘It takes two, to make a thing go right,’ ” Shin recited, smiling cryptically.
Graham nodded, then added, “ ‘It takes two to make it out of sight.’ ”
They looked as if they were about to recite more of the song’s lyrics, but my father shook his head slightly and they both fell silent, waiting for him to continue.
“Some people think we got lucky,” my father said, glancing at Shin. “Personally, I think the Europans allowed us to destroy it.”
“Why would they do that?” Debbie asked.
“Good question,” my father said. “Here, watch the footage and decide for yourself.”
He tapped his QComm again, and another grainy video clip began to play on the view screen.
“This footage was shot from one of Moon Base Alpha’s surface surveillance cameras,” Shin said. “Approximately twenty-three minutes into their attack. All quantum and radio communication is still being jammed by the Disrupter. Most of the base, and nearly all of its surface defenses, have been destroyed by this point.”
On the view screen, the smoking ruins of the moon base were visible in the background, its orb-shaped exterior crawling with spider-like alien drones skittering across its armored metal skin and burrowing into it with lasers. In the foreground, just beyond the lip of the Daedalus crater, was the mammoth Disrupter dodecahedron, spinning fiercely just above the lunar surface as it blasted its pulsing red coupler beam down into the moon’s magnetic core. In the velvet black lunar sky above, hundreds of Interceptors were launching an assault on the Disrupter’s shield, firing on it from as many different angles.
“As you’ll recall from your training, the Disrupter only has one weakness,” Shin said. “A steady barrage of laser fire and plasma bolts will bring down its shields, but the Disrupter’s power core is so large that it recovers far more rapidly than any of the enemy’s other drones. Its shields only drop for about three seconds, then come right back up at full strength.”
“And three seconds isn’t long enough to destroy it,” Milo said. “At least it never was in the game. That’s why no one has ever taken down a Disrupter. Not even the Flying Circus.”
“Look!” Shin pointed at the screen. “Here he comes, to save the day!”
On the screen, a lone EDA mech appeared, power-leaping across the lunar surface, fearlessly charging toward the pillar of blinding red light created by the Disrupter’s transparent coupler beam.
“Old Viper Vance!” Graham shook his head in admiration. “Watch him go!”
“Admiral Vance is controlling that mech?” Whoadie asked.
“Yes,” my father said. “But he was still just a general back then. He used to be in command of Moon Base Alpha. I took over his post when he got promoted to admiral—in part, for the act of bravery we’re watching now.”
“Although Viper used to do crazy shit like this all the time,” Shin added. “That guy was fearless.”
“I’m sure he still is,” my father said quietly, his eyes still on the screen.
We continued to watch the silent footage of General Vance’s charge toward the Disrupter, wondering what would happen when he closed the remaining distance to it.
“How is he controlling that mech, with the Disrupter still in operation?” I wondered aloud, still studying the footage intently. “He’s moving too fast to have a tether, isn’t he?”
My father nodded. “You’re right, he is,” he said. “Tethered drones were always too slow and too vulnerable for Vance’s liking.” He nodded at the screen. “He’s piloting that mech from inside it. There’s a cockpit embedded in its torso, just above its power core—which Viper is setting to overload right … about … now.”
On the screen, Vance’s mech came within arm’s reach of the coupler beam and then suddenly went limp and fell to the surface like a giant metal rag doll, throwing up a cloud of dust.
“He set his mech to self-destruct from inside it?” Milo said disbelievingly. “Did the old man have a death wish?”
Shin and Graham nodded; then Shin motioned to my father.
“I used to think he and General Lightman here both did.”
I pointed up at the screen. “But he isn’t going to have time to eject.”
My father nodded. “Vance’s escape pod launch system was damaged during his charge. So now he’s trapped there next to his own time bomb.”
I had already started counting down the seven seconds it would take for his power-core overload sequence to complete, but I’d only hit five when two more mechs appeared, running up from the bottom of the video frame. Laser and plasma fire rained down on them from the dogfight still raging in the dark sky above the burning, half-destroyed moon base. Then I heard a familiar classic rock song blasting over Vance’s comm—a song from my father’s Raid the Arcade mix: “Black Betty” by Ram Jam.
“That’s one of our nicknames for a Disrupter now,” Shin said, nodding at the spinning black dodecahedron on the screen. “A Black Betty. Or a ‘ten-sider.’ ”
I continued to study the view screen. As the two Titan Warmechs bounded toward the motionless one containing Vance, they moved in a strange sort of unison, almost like a pair of synchronized swimmers. They both seemed to dodge and zigzag perfectly again and again, just in time to avoid being obliterated, always in forward motion, seemingly oblivious to the geysers of rock and moon dust erupting all around—and sometimes directly ahead of—them.
Shin paused the video. “Your father is operating both of those mechs. Simultaneously. He’s inside the one on the left, and it’s connected to the mech on the right via a short fiber-optic tether, inside a titanium-reinforced cable stretching between them.”