Brain Ships

Chapter 18

Furthermore, the more Tia studied the holos, the more she came to the conclusion that the original caches were old; never mind who was digging them up now. The kind of weathering of the surface and layering of detritus she saw in the holos took hundreds, perhaps thousands of years to build up. And the buildings in one of the other holos were very very old. old.

Nor did she recognize who could have constructed them.

So who could have been responsible for collecting all these treasures in the first place? Why had they buried them? Where did they get it all-and above all, why didn"t they come back after it?

There was some evidence around the caves that the current looters had attempted to rebury their finds. But had they done so in an attempt to hide it again-or had they done it to try and kill the disease? How many of the looters were exposed? From the number of caves that had been broken into, it looked as if there had been quite a few people at work there....

Tia wished she could sit back and chew a nail or something. All she had now were questions and no answers. And the lives of other people might hang in the balance.



There was only one way to answer all those questions. They were going to have to find Hank"s mystery planet and find out for themselves.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

Tia didn"t entirely trust the integrity of the Presley Station comcenter. She certainly certainly expected that whatever she sent out would be monitored by the owners and their underlings. Unfortunately, there had been no provision for the need for secrecy in this mission; she had no codes and no scramblers. There had been no real reason to think that they would ever need such secrecy, so she was forced to send in the clear. Just to be on the safe side, she uplinked on her own and double-sent everything, but she knew that whatever she sent off that way would be subject to delays as it bounced from remote hyperwave relay-station to relay-station, taking the long way "home." expected that whatever she sent out would be monitored by the owners and their underlings. Unfortunately, there had been no provision for the need for secrecy in this mission; she had no codes and no scramblers. There had been no real reason to think that they would ever need such secrecy, so she was forced to send in the clear. Just to be on the safe side, she uplinked on her own and double-sent everything, but she knew that whatever she sent off that way would be subject to delays as it bounced from remote hyperwave relay-station to relay-station, taking the long way "home."

As she had expected, the owners of the station were quick to move on the information that Hank"s ship contained treasure, despite the fact that no one should have read her messages back to Kenny and the rest. She was just grateful that the owners" first thought was to grab what they could from the nearby trove, and not not to try and figure out where Hank came from-or attempt to force him to tell them. to try and figure out where Hank came from-or attempt to force him to tell them.

The first intimation that the communications had been leaked was when the station ops tried to claim the ship and all its contents for themselves; filing confiscation papers in the Central Systems Courts. When they discovered that Tia had already tied the ship and its contents up legally on Hank"s behalf, they moved on the principle that "possession is nine-tenths of the law, and the fellow arguing the other tenth has to prove it with a lawyer."

They sent crews into the docks, to try and get into the ship to strip it of as much as they could. Tia"s cleverness thwarted them, as they worked their way-slowly-through every step she"d expected.

She figured that by the time they were in a position to actually threaten Hank"s possessions, the CS authorities would be on the scene in person. Meanwhile, she and Alex had some figuring to do-where was Hank"s cache-world? Same problem as before, except that this time the possible search area was smaller, and cone-shaped rather than spherical. was Hank"s cache-world? Same problem as before, except that this time the possible search area was smaller, and cone-shaped rather than spherical.

Unfortunately, there were some other people who wanted to get their hands on that same information.

And unknown to either of them, those people had decided that Alex and Tia were already privy to it.

Tia kept a careful eye on the activity around her slip just on general principles, even when she wasn"t feeling nervous-but given their current circ.u.mstances, and the fact that they were the only only Central Systems ship out here at the moment, she couldn"t help but feel a bit, well, paranoid. At the moment, only three people knew for certain that she was a brainship; Hank, the traffic control officer who brought them in, and that doctor. She was pretty certain that the doctor hadn"t mentioned it to his superiors; she knew Hank hadn"t told anyone, and as jittery as the other man had been, he"d probably forgotten it. Central Systems ship out here at the moment, she couldn"t help but feel a bit, well, paranoid. At the moment, only three people knew for certain that she was a brainship; Hank, the traffic control officer who brought them in, and that doctor. She was pretty certain that the doctor hadn"t mentioned it to his superiors; she knew Hank hadn"t told anyone, and as jittery as the other man had been, he"d probably forgotten it.

No one addressed her her when they called, at any rate, and she took pains to make callers think that she was an AI. So far, they seemed to be falling in with the deception. This wasn"t a bad state of affairs; no one expected an AI to recognize dangers the way a real sentient could. She could tap into the optical scanners in the dock area around the ship and no one would have any notion that she was keeping watch. She made sure to schedule her three or four hours of DeepSleep while Alex was awake; normally taking them during his "morning," while he was still rather grumpy and uncommunicative and she"d rather not talk to him anyway. And she scanned the recordings she made while she was under, just to be sure she didn"t miss anything. when they called, at any rate, and she took pains to make callers think that she was an AI. So far, they seemed to be falling in with the deception. This wasn"t a bad state of affairs; no one expected an AI to recognize dangers the way a real sentient could. She could tap into the optical scanners in the dock area around the ship and no one would have any notion that she was keeping watch. She made sure to schedule her three or four hours of DeepSleep while Alex was awake; normally taking them during his "morning," while he was still rather grumpy and uncommunicative and she"d rather not talk to him anyway. And she scanned the recordings she made while she was under, just to be sure she didn"t miss anything.

That was why, a few days after their interview with Hank, she noticed the man in the dock-crew uniform coverall who seemed to be working double shifts. Except that no one else was working double shifts...and what was more, there was currently a company prohibition against overtime as a cost-cutting measure.

Something wasn"t right, and he never left the immediate area of her slip. What was he doing there? It wasn"t as if she was either a freighter with goods to load or unload, or a pa.s.senger liner. She didn"t need servicing either. He never got close enough that she could see exactly what he was up to-but it seemed to her that he was doing an awful lot of make-work....

She kept a close eye on him as he wandered around the dock area-purposefully, but accomplishing nothing that she could see. Gradually though, he worked his way in closer and closer to her her slip, and little mental alarms began going off as she watched him and the way he kept glancing at her lock out of the corner of his eye. slip, and little mental alarms began going off as she watched him and the way he kept glancing at her lock out of the corner of his eye.

Around sixteen-hundred she watched him removing control-panel plates and cleaning in behind them, work too delicate to trust to a servo.

Except that he"d just cleaned that same area two hours ago.

That was senseless; regs stated that the panels only had to be cleaned once every two weeks weeks, not every two hours.

Furthermore, there was something not quite right with his uniform. It wasn"t exactly the same color of gray as everyone else"s; it looked crisply new, and the patches were just a little too bright. There were plenty of dockworkers" uniforms in Presley storage, there was no reason for someone to have had a new one made up unless he was an odd size. And this man was as average as anyone could possibly be. He was so very very unremarkable that she noticed his uniform long before she noticed him. unremarkable that she noticed his uniform long before she noticed him.

That was bad enough-but just as seventeen-hundred pa.s.sed and everyone else in the dock-crew went on supper break, another man in that too-new uniform showed up, while the first man kept on puttering about.

"Alex?" she said, unhappily. "There"s something going on out there I don"t like."

He looked up from his perusal of Hank"s holos; he had prints made from them spread out all over the floor and was sitting on his heels beside them. "What"s up?"

She filled him in quickly, as a third and a fourth person in that same uniform ambled into the dock.

There were now four crewmen in the docks during break. All four of them in a dock area where there were no ships loading or unloading and no new ships expected to dock in the next twenty-four hours.

"Tia, I don"t like this either," he said, much to her relief, standing up and heading for the main console. "I want you to get the station manager online and see what-"

Abruptly, as if someone had given the four men a signal, they dropped everything they were pretending to do and headed for her docking slip.

Tia made a split-second decision, for within a few seconds they were going to be in her airlock.

She slammed her airlock shut, but one of the men now running for her lock had some kind of black box in his hands; she couldn"t trust that he might not be able to override her own lock controls. "Alex!" she cried, as she frantically hot-keyed her engines from cold-start. "They"re going to board!"

As Alex flung himself at his acceleration couch, she sent off a databurst to the station manager and hit the emergency override on her her side of the dock. side of the dock.

The dockside airlock doors slammed shut, literally literally in the faces of the four men approaching. Another databurst to the docking-slip controls gave her an emergency uncouple-there weren"t too many pilots who knew about that kind of override, still in place from the bad old days when captains had to worry about pirates and station-raiders. She gave her insystem att.i.tude thrusters a kick and shoved free of the dock altogether, frantically switching to external optics and looking for a clear path out to deep s.p.a.ce. in the faces of the four men approaching. Another databurst to the docking-slip controls gave her an emergency uncouple-there weren"t too many pilots who knew about that kind of override, still in place from the bad old days when captains had to worry about pirates and station-raiders. She gave her insystem att.i.tude thrusters a kick and shoved free of the dock altogether, frantically switching to external optics and looking for a clear path out to deep s.p.a.ce.

As her adrenaline-level kicked up, her reactions went into overdrive, and what had been real-time became slow motion. Alex sailed ungracefully through the air, lurching for his chair; to her, the high-speed chatter of comlinks between AIs slowed to a drawl. Calculations were going on in her subsystems that she was only minimally aware of; a kind of background murmur as she switched from camera to camera, looking looking for the trouble she knew must be out there. for the trouble she knew must be out there.

"The chair chair Alex-" she got out-just in time to spot a bee-craft, the kind made for outside construction work on the station, heading straight for her. Behind it were two men in self-propelled welder-suits. Someone had stolen or requisitioned station equipment, and they were going to get inside her no matter what the consequences were. Alex-" she got out-just in time to spot a bee-craft, the kind made for outside construction work on the station, heading straight for her. Behind it were two men in self-propelled welder-suits. Someone had stolen or requisitioned station equipment, and they were going to get inside her no matter what the consequences were.

Accidents in s.p.a.ce were so easy to arrange....

Alex wasn"t strapped down yet. She couldn"t wait.

She spun around as Alex leapt for his couch, throwing him off-balance, and blasted herself out of station-s.p.a.ce with a fine disregard for right of way and inertia as he grabbed and caught the arm of the chair.

Alex slammed face-first into the couch, yelped in pain at the impact, and clung with both hands.

There was another small craft heading for her with the purposeful acceleration of someone who intended to ram. She poured on the speed, all alarms and SOS signals blaring, while Alex squirmed around and fastened himself in, moaning. His nose dripped blood down the side of his face, and his lip poured scarlet where he"d bitten or cut it.

She dove under the bow of a tug, delaying her pursuer.

Who was in on this? Was this something the High Families were behind?

Surely not- Please, not- She continued to accelerate, throwing off distress signals even onto the relays, dumping real-time replays into message bursts every few seconds. Another tug loomed up in front of her; she sideslipped at the last moment, skimming by the AI-driven ship so close that it shot att.i.tude thrusters out in all directions, the AI driven into confusion by her wild flying.

The ship behind was still coming on; no longer gaining, but not losing any ground either.

But with all the fuss that Tia was putting up, even Presley Station couldn"t ignore the fact that someone was trying to "jack her. Especially not with Central Systems investigators due any day, and with the way she was dumping her records onto the relays. If "they" were allied with the station, "they" wouldn"t be able to catch everything and wipe it. If AH-One-Oh-Three-Three disappeared, she was making it very hard for the claim of "accident" to hold any water- I hope.

As Tia continued to head for deep s.p.a.ce, a patrol craft finally put in an appearance, cutting in between her and her pursuer, who belatedly turned to make a run for it.

Tia slowed, and stopped, and held her position, as the adrenaline in her blood slacked off.

I remember panting. I remember shivering. I"d do both right now, if I could. As it was, errant impulses danced along her sensors, ghost-feelings of the As it was, errant impulses danced along her sensors, ghost-feelings of the might-have-been might-have-been of weapons" fire, tractor beams.... of weapons" fire, tractor beams....

Slow heart. It"s all right. Gradually her perception slowed back down to real-time, and the outside world "sped up." That was when the station manager himself hailed her. Gradually her perception slowed back down to real-time, and the outside world "sped up." That was when the station manager himself hailed her.

"Of course I"m sure they were trying to break in," she snapped in reply to his query, re-sending him her recordings, with close-ups on suspicious bulges under the coveralls that were the right size and placement for needlers and other weapons. She followed that with the bee-craft and the two men in the welding-suits-headed straight for her. "And those pursuit-craft certainly were I"m sure they were trying to break in," she snapped in reply to his query, re-sending him her recordings, with close-ups on suspicious bulges under the coveralls that were the right size and placement for needlers and other weapons. She followed that with the bee-craft and the two men in the welding-suits-headed straight for her. "And those pursuit-craft certainly were not not my imagination!" She raised her voice, both in volume and pitch. "I happen to be a fully trained graduate of Lab Schools, you know! I"m not in the habit of imagining things!" my imagination!" She raised her voice, both in volume and pitch. "I happen to be a fully trained graduate of Lab Schools, you know! I"m not in the habit of imagining things!"

Now her adrenaline kicked in again, but this time from anger. They"d been in real danger-they could have been killed! And this idiot was talking to her as if she was some kind of-of joy-riding tweenie!

"I never said they were, ma"am," the station manager replied, taken somewhat aback. "I-"

"Just what kind of station are you running where a CS craft can be subject to this kind of security breach?" she continued wrathfully, running right over the top of him, now that she had the upper hand and some verbal momentum. "I"m reporting this to the Central Worlds Sector Coordinator on my own own comlink!" comlink!"

"You don"t need to do that ma-"

"And furthermore, I am standing off-station until you can give me a I am standing off-station until you can give me a high-security high-security slip!" she continued, really getting warmed up and ready to demand all the considerations due a PTA. "My poor brawn is black and blue from head to toe from the knocking around he took, and lucky it wasn"t worse! I want you to slip!" she continued, really getting warmed up and ready to demand all the considerations due a PTA. "My poor brawn is black and blue from head to toe from the knocking around he took, and lucky it wasn"t worse! I want you to catch catch these people-" these people-"

"We"re taking care of that, ma-"

"And I want to know everything everything you learn from them you learn from them before before I dock again!" she finished, with a blast of feedback that punctuated her words and made him swear under his breath as the squeal pierced his ears. "Until then, I am going to I dock again!" she finished, with a blast of feedback that punctuated her words and made him swear under his breath as the squeal pierced his ears. "Until then, I am going to sit sit out here and dog your approach lanes, and I don"t particularly care whether or not you like it!" out here and dog your approach lanes, and I don"t particularly care whether or not you like it!"

And with that, she put him on "record" and let him splutter into a datahedron while she turned her attention to Alex.

He had a wad of tissues at his face, trying to staunch the blood from nose and lip, and his eyes above the tissues were starting to puff and turn dark. He was going to look like a racc.o.o.n before too long, with a double set of black eyes.

Obviously the first thing that had impacted with the couch was his face.

"Alex?" she said timidly. "Oh, Alex, I"m so sorry-I didn"t mean-there wasn"t time-"

"Ith awright," he replied thickly. "You di okay. Din hab mush shoice. Hanneled ev"thing great, hanneled him great. You arn gon moof for wile?"

She correctly interpreted that as praise for her handling of the situation and a query as to whether or not she planned on moving.

"No, I don"t plan plan on it," she replied, dryly. "But I hadn"t on it," she replied, dryly. "But I hadn"t planned planned on any of this in the first place." on any of this in the first place."

He simply grunted, pried himself up painfully out of the acceleration couch and headed for their tiny sickbay to patch himself up.

She sent in a servo, discreetly, to clean up the blood in the sickbay and a second to take care of the mess in the main cabin, thanking her lucky stars that it hadn"t hadn"t been worse. If Alex had been standing when she pulled that spin and acceleration instead of heading in the direction of the couch- been worse. If Alex had been standing when she pulled that spin and acceleration instead of heading in the direction of the couch- She didn"t want to think about it. Instead, she ordered the kitchen to make iced gel-packs. Lots of them. And something soft for dinner.

They left as soon as the CS contingent arrived and spent a little time debriefing them. The CS folk showed up in a much fuller force than even Tia had expected. Not only Central Systems Medical and Administrative personnel-but a CenSec Military brainship, the CP-One-Oh-Four-One. Bristling with weaponry- And with the latest and greatest version of the Singularity Drive, no doubt, she thought, a little bitterly. Heaven only knows what their version can do. Bring its own Singularity point with it, maybe.

Whatever the administrators of Presley Station had thought thought they were going to get away with, they were soon dissuaded. The first person off the CenSec ship was a Sector Vice-Admiral; right behind him was an armed escort. He proclaimed the station to be under martial law, marched straight into the station manager"s office, and within moments had the entire station swiftly and efficiently secured. they were going to get away with, they were soon dissuaded. The first person off the CenSec ship was a Sector Vice-Admiral; right behind him was an armed escort. He proclaimed the station to be under martial law, marched straight into the station manager"s office, and within moments had the entire station swiftly and efficiently secured.

Tia had never been so happy to see anyone in her life. Within the hour all the witnesses and guilty parties had been taken into military custody, and Tia confidently expected someone to call them and take their depositions at any time.

Alex still looked like someone had been interrogating him with rubber hoses, so when the brainship hailed them, she took the call, and let him continue nursing his aching head and bruises.

The ship-number was awfully close to hers, although the military might not use standard CS brainship nomenclature. Still.... One-Oh-Four-One. That"s close enough for the brain to have been in my cla.s.s One-Oh-Four-One. That"s close enough for the brain to have been in my cla.s.s- "Tia, that is you, isn"t it?" were the first words over the comlink. The "voice"-along with the sharp overtones and aggressive punch behind them-was very familiar.

"Pol?" she replied, wondering wildly what the odds were on this this little meeting. little meeting.

"In the sh.e.l.l and ready to kick some tail!" Pol responded cheerfully. "How the heck are you? Heard you had some trouble out here, and the Higher Ups said "go," so we came a-running."

"Trouble-you could say so." She sent him over her records of the short-but hair-raising, at least by her standards-flight, in a quick burst. He scanned them just as quickly, and sent a wordless blip of color and sound conveying mingled admiration and surprise. If he had been a softie, he would have whistled.

"Not bad flying, if I do say so myself!" he said. "Like the way you cut right under that tug-maybe you should have opted for CenSec or Military."

"I don"t think so," she replied. "That was more than enough excitement for the next decade for me."

"Suit yourself." Pol laughed, as if he didn"t believe her. "My brawn wants to talk to your brawn. It"s debriefing time."

She called Alex, who had been flat on his back in his bunk with an ice-gel pack on his black eyes. He staggered out to his chair and plopped down into it. For once, she thought, no one was going to notice his rumpled uniform-not with the black-blue-purple and green glory of his bruised face staring out of a screen.

"Line"s open," she told Pol, activating the visual circuit.

As she had half-expected, given her impressions of the candidates when she had been picking a brawn, it was Chria Chance who stared out of the screen, with surprise written all over her handsome features. She was still wearing her leather uniforms, Tia noticed-which argued powerfully for "Chria" being High Family. Little eccentricities like custom-tailored uniforms could be overlooked in someone who was both a High Family scion and had an excellent record of performance. Tia had no doubt that Chria"s record was outstanding.

Tia noted also one difference between the Courier Service ships and the CenSec Couriers besides the armament. Directly behind Chria was another console and another comchair; this one held a thin, sharp-featured man in a uniform identical to Chria"s, with an ornamental leather band or choker circling his long throat. He looked just as barbaric as she did. More, actually. He had the rangy, take-no-prisoners look of someone from one of the outer systems.

In short, he and Chria probably got along as if they had been made for each other.

"Frigging novas!" Chria exclaimed, after the first few seconds of staring. "Alex, what in blazes happened to you you? Your dispatches never said anything about-did they-"

"n.o.body worked me over, Brunhilde," Alex said tiredly, but with a hint of his customary humor. "So don"t get your tights in a knot. This is all my own fault-or maybe just the fault of bad timing. It"s the result of my face hitting my chair at-what was that acceleration, Tia?"

"About two gees," she said apologetically.

Chria shook her head in disbelief. "Huh. Well, shoot-here I was getting all ready to go on-station and dent some heads to teach these perps some manners." She sat back in her chair and grinned at him. "Sorry about that, flyboy. Next time, strap in."

"Next time, maybe I"ll have some warning," he replied. "Those clowns tried to "jack us with no advance notice. New regs should require at least twenty-four hours warning before a hijacking. And forms filed in quad."

Chria laughed. "Right. You two have been making my people very happy, did you know that? Their nickname for you is "Bird-dog," because you"ve been flushing so much game out for us."

"No doubt." Alex copied her stance, except that where she steepled her hands in front of her chin, he rubbed his temple. "Do I a.s.sume that this is not a social call? As in, "debriefing time"?"

"Oh, yes and no." She shrugged, but her eyes gleamed. "We don"t really need to debrief you, but there"s a couple of orders I have to pa.s.s. First of all, I"ve been ordered to tell you that if you"ve figured out where your rock-rat"s treasure trove is, transmit the coordinates to us so we know where you"re going, but get on out there as soon as you can move your tail. We"ll send a follow-up, but right now we"ve got some high-level b.u.t.ts to bust here."

"Generous of you," Alex said dryly. "Letting us go in first and catch whatever flack is waiting. Are we still a "bird-dog," or have we been elevated to "self-propelled trouble magnet"?"

Chria only laughed.

"Come on, flyboy, get with the team. There"s still a Plague-spot out there, and you"re the ones most likely to find it; we don"t know what in Tophet we"re looking for." She raised an eyebrow at him, and he nodded in grudging agreement. "Then when you find it, you you know how to handle it. I kind of gather that your people want the plague stopped, but they also want their statues and what-all kept safe, too. What"re Neil and I going to do, shoot the bug down? He"s hot on the trigger, but he"s not up to potting microbes just yet!" know how to handle it. I kind of gather that your people want the plague stopped, but they also want their statues and what-all kept safe, too. What"re Neil and I going to do, shoot the bug down? He"s hot on the trigger, but he"s not up to potting microbes just yet!"

Behind her, the sharp-faced man shrugged in self-deprecation and grinned.

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