But Citizen Commander Huff had blown it. In fairness, it was expecting a great deal to ask anyone to cut a hyper translation that close, but that was exactly what he’d been trained for years to do… and the reason TG 12.4.2 had dropped back into n-space less than two light-months out to allow him to recalibrate and recalculate. And he hadn’t actually missed it by all that much, had he? His error was—what? Less than two-thousandths of a percent of the total jump? But it was enough.

“Time to decelerate and return to the terminus?” the citizen rear admiral demanded after a moment.

“We’ll need about twenty-one minutes at four KPS squared to decelerate to relative zero,” Huff said, watching the back of the citizen admiral’s neck carefully. He saw its muscles tighten, and though there was no explosion, he decided not to mention that the battleship component could have decelerated considerably faster than that if they left the dreadnoughts behind. Citizen Admiral Darlington knew that as well as he did; if he wanted the numbers for just the battleships, he’d ask.

“After that,” the citizen commander went on, working furiously at his console as he spoke, “we’ll be just over thirty million kilometers out. A zero/zero intercept with the terminus would take us a hundred and eleven minutes from now, with turnover for the original braking maneuver at twenty-one minutes and for the intercept at sixty-six minutes from now. A least-time course would get us to range zero in… eighty-four-point-three minutes from now, but our relative velocity at intercept would be almost sixteen thousand KPS.”

“Um.” Darlington grunted and bounced on his toes once more. The Manties had seen him now; their forts were bringing up every jammer they had, including some remote platforms that seemed to be doing things the PN had never heard of before, and decoys were lighting off all over the place, as well. The entire area of the terminus was disappearing into a huge ball of electronic and gravitic fuzz that his sensors would be unable to penetrate at ranges much above four million kilometers. That was bad. On the other hand, he had a fix on the Manty dreadnoughts and battlecruisers normally assigned to watch the terminus, and they were a hell of a lot further from it than he was.

“Time for the Manty picket force to return to the terminus?” he demanded of his ops officer.

“Forty-five-point-two minutes just to kill their present in-system vector, Citizen Admiral,” the ops officer said instantly. Clearly he’d been anticipating his CO’s thoughts… and had no intention of being caught out like the unfortunate Huff. “At that point, they’ll be almost two light-minutes in-system, and they’ll need ninety more minutes to get back here. Assuming they begin decelerating immediately, call it a hundred and thirty-five minutes.”

“Thank you.” Darlington pondered a moment longer. He didn’t like closing into all that jamming. Even with his Solarian-upgraded ECM and sensors, he’d have to cross something just under a million kilometers in which they’d be able to shoot at him, but he couldn’t pick out a clear target to shoot back at. At the relatively low closing velocity he could generate between now and then, it would take him almost a minute to cross that fire zone. Which wouldn’t have been all that bad if he hadn’t been confident those forts were going to have missile pods—lots of missile pods—deployed and waiting for him.