"Prisoner, on caps!" Thomas barked. Steilman jerked, then placed his beret back on his head with hands that shook visibly. "About face!" Thomas snapped, and the power tech turned and shuffled awkwardly out of the cabin without a word.
The hatch slid open, and Aubrey looked up anxiously as Master at Arms Thomas appeared in the opening. Hiss face was as expressionless as Corporal Slattery"s, but he twitched his head commandingly, and Aubrey rose. He followed Thomas out into the pa.s.sage and drew a deep breath as the hatch to the Captain"s quarters came into sight. The green-uniformed armsman guarding it turned his head to regard them levelly, then pressed the switch to open the hatch, and Aubrey marched up to stand before the Captain"s desk.
"Caps off!" Thomas commanded, and Aubrey removed his beret, tucked it under his left arm, and snapped to parade ground attention.
"Charges?" Lady Harrington asked the Bosun in crisp, official tones.
"Prisoner is charged with violation of Article Thirty-Six, fighting with a fellow crewman, with aggravated circ.u.mstances," the Bosun said, equally crisply.
"I see." The Captain regarded Aubrey with cold brown eyes. "That"s a very serious offense," she said, and turned to look at Commander Cardones.
"Have you investigated the charge, Mr. Cardones?"
"I have, Captain. I"ve examined all witnesses to the incident. All of them agree that the prisoner intentionally sought a confrontation with Power Tech Third Steilman, in the course of which they had words and the prisoner accused him of attempting to murder Senior Chief Petty Officer Lewis. A fight then ensued, in which Steilman attempted to strike the first blow. Acting Petty Officer Wanderman defended himself, and in the fight which followed, systematically beat Power Tech Steilman, breaking his nose, cheekbone, several teeth-snapped at the gum line-and his kneecap, requiring reconstructive surgery."
"I take it those are the "aggravated circ.u.mstances"?" the Captain asked.
"Yes, Ma"am. Particularly the knee. All witnesses agree Power Tech Steilman had already been effectively incapacitated, and that the kick to the knee was deliberately intended to have the effect it did."
"I see." The Captain returned that basilisk gaze to Aubrey and leaned back in her chair. The treecat on the perch above her desk also examined him, green eyes very intent and ears p.r.i.c.ked, and the Captain lifted a finger at Aubrey.
"Did you in fact seek a confrontation with Power Tech Steilman?"
"Yes, Ma"am, I did," Aubrey replied as clearly as he could.
"Did you at any time use abusive or threatening language to him?"
"No, Ma"am," Aubrey said, then paused. "Uh, except at the end, Ma"am. I did call him an "a.s.shole" then," he admitted, flushing darkly. The Captain"s lips seemed to quiver for just a moment, but he told himself that had to have been his imagination.
"I see. And did you intentionally break his nose, cheek, teeth, and knee?"
"Most of it just happened, Ma"am. Except the knee." Aubrey stood very straight, gazing at a point five centimeters above her head. "I guess I did do that on purpose, Ma"am," he said quietly.
"I see," she said again, then glanced at the Exec. "Recommendations, Mr. Cardones?"
"That"s a very serious admission, Captain," the Commander said. "We can"t have our people going around breaking one another"s bones deliberately. On the other hand, this is the first time the prisoner has ever been in trouble, so I suppose some leniency might be in order."
The Captain nodded thoughtfully and gazed at Aubrey for sixty awful seconds of silence. He made himself stand very still, waiting for her to p.r.o.nounce his fate.
"The Exec is correct, Wanderman," she said finally. "Defending yourself against attack is one thing; deliberately seeking a confrontation with a crewmate and then shattering his knee is something else again. Do you agree?"
"Yes, Ma"am," Aubrey said manfully.
"I"m glad you do, Wanderman. I hope this will be a lesson to you, and that you never again appear before me or any other captain on similar charges." She let that sink in, then fixed him with an unflinching gaze. "Are you prepared to accept the consequences?"
"Yes, Ma"am," Aubrey said again, and she nodded.
"Very well. For violation of Article Thirty-Five, with aggravated circ.u.mstances, the prisoner is confined to quarters for one day and fined one week"s pay. Dismissed."
Aubrey blinked, and his eyes dropped to the Captain"s face in disbelief. Her face didn"t even move as muscle as she returned his goggle-eyed stare, but there was the ghost of a twinkle in the eyes which had been so cold. He wondered if he was supposed to say something, but the Master at Arms came to his rescue.
"Prisoner, on caps!" he barked, and Aubrey"s spine stiffened automatically as he replaced his beret. "About, face!" Thomas snapped, and Aubrey turned and marched obediently out of the cabin to begin his confinement to quarters.
"Did you see the look on Wanderman"s face?" Cardones asked when the bosun had departed, and Honor smiled.
"I think he expected a planet to fall on him," she replied.
"Well, one could have," Cardones pointed out, then grinned. "I"d say you put the fear of G.o.d-or someone-into him first, Skipper!"
"He had that much coming for not stepping forward in the first place. And that knee thing probably was a bit much. On the other hand, Steilman more than had it coming, and I"m glad Wanderman gave it to him. He needed to learn to stand up for himself."
"Indeed he did. Not that I expect him to have any more trouble after the way he took Steilman apart."
"True. And if he hadn"t landed Steilman in the brig, Showforth and Stennis might not have cracked about the desertion thing-or about Coulter and Lewis" SUT," Honor said much more seriously. "All in all, I think he did quite well by us."
"Absolutely," Cardones said. "I just wish it hadn"t taken as long as it did-and that Lewis hadn"t almost gotten killed in the process."
Honor nodded slowly and tipped her chair far back, resting her heels on her desk while Nimitz swarmed down to curl in her lap. The "cat"s approval for the way she"d treated Steilman-and Aubrey-radiated into her, and she laughed softly as she brushed his ears.
"Well, with that out of the way, I suppose it"s time to decide what to do next."
"Yes, Ma"am."
Honor rubbed the tip of her nose thoughtfully. There had not, in fact, been a timer on the nuclear demolitions, and the ground troops had crumbled when they learned of their leader"s desertion-and of what had happened to all their erstwhile a.s.sociates aboard the repair ship. When Wayfarer"s pinnaces disembarked a full battalion of battle-armored Marines and then went back upstairs to provide air support, they"d fallen all over themselves to surrender.
Not, she thought grimly, that it was going to do them a great deal of good in the long run. Sidemore"s planetary government-or what was left of it after the long, savage months of Warnecke"s occupation-had come out of hiding when it realized the nightmare was over. The planetary president had been among the first hostages shot by Warnecke"s troops, but the vice-president and two members of her cabinet had eluded capture. There"d still been a haunted, hunted look in their eyes when Honor went dirtside to greet them, but they const.i.tuted a functional government. Best of all, Sidemore had a death penalty.
She was still a bit shocked by the cold satisfaction she"d felt when she informed the ex-privateer leader he would be handed over to Sidemore for trial. Vice-President Gutierrez had promised Honor his trial would be scrupulously fair, but Honor could accept that. There was more than sufficient evidence, and she was certain he"d have an equally fair hanging. A lot of his men would be joining him, and the idea didn"t bother her in the least.
What did bother her was that four of Warnecke"s ships were still at large. One was a light cruiser, and the other three were only destroyers, but the Marsh System had nothing with which to defend itself against them. And since the privateers didn"t know their base had been destroyed, they were certain to return eventually. According to records captured on the planet, they were cruising individually, so they could be expected to return in singletons, but any one of them could destroy every town and city on the planet if its captain chose to take vengeance on Sidemore, and it would be some weeks yet before Commodore Blohm"s promised IAN squadron could get here.
"I think we"re going to have to detach some of the LACs," she said finally.
"For system security?"
"Yes." She rubbed her nose some more. "We"ll detach Jackie Harmon as senior officer and give her LAC One. Six LACs should be able to deal with all of Warnecke"s remaining ships, especially taking them by surprise and with Jackie in command."
"That"s half our parasite complement, Skip," Cardones pointed out. "And they"re not hyper-capable. They"ll be stuck here until we can get back and collect them."
"I know, but we"ll only be gone long enough for the hop back to New Berlin, and we can"t leave Marsh unprotected." She considered some more, then nodded. "I think we"ll leave them a few dozen missile pods, as well. We can modify the fire control to let each LAC handle a couple of them at a time and then put them in Sidemore orbit. If any of Warnecke"s orphans want to tangle with that kind of firepower, they won"t be leaving again."
"I like it," Cardones said after a moment, then grinned. "Of course, the people we had reloading all those pods may be just a bit put out when we turn right around and off-load them."
"They"ll get over it," Honor replied with a matching smile. "Besides, I"ll explain it"s all in a good cause." She gave her nose a final rub, then nodded. "Another thing. I think I"ll leave Jackie written orders to turn their ships over to Vice-President Gutierrez if she can take them intact. They"re not much, but these people are totally on their own, and they ought to be enough to scare off any normal pirate."
"Do they have the people to crew them?" Cardones asked dubiously, and Honor shrugged.
"They"ve got a few hundred experienced s.p.a.cers of their own, and the ones Warnecke was using for slave labor will still be here until someone with enough life support can arrange to repatriate them. Jackie and her people can give them a quicky course on weapon systems. Besides, I"m going to recommend that the Admiralty put a fleet station in here."
"You are?" Cardones eyebrows rose, and she shrugged again.
"It makes sense, actually. The Confederacy"s always hated giving us basing rights in their s.p.a.ce. It"s stupid, since we"re the ones who"ve traditionally kept piracy in check, but I think part of it"s resentment at having to admit they need us for that in the first place. Then too, some of their governors hate having us around because we"re bad for their business arrangements. But Marsh has every reason in the world to be grateful to us, and they"ve just had a pretty gruesome experience with the consequences of not being able to defend themselves. They"re also only fifteen light-years from Sachsen. We don"t have a station there but the Andies do, and if we put in a base here and kept a few cruisers or battlecruisers on station, we"d have a place to turn convoy escorts around . . . and to keep an eye on the Andies in Sachsen."
"The IAN"s being very helpful to us at the moment, Skip."
"Yes, they are. And I hope it stays that way. But it may not, and neither they nor the Confeds can object to our signing a basing agreement with an independent system outside their borders. It"d also be something we could upgrade in a hurry if we had to, and if it ever does. .h.i.t the fan between us and the Andies, having a fleet base between them and Silesia might not be such a bad thing."
"Hm." Cardones rubbed his own nose for a moment. She sounded more like an admiral than a captain, he reflected. But then, she"d been an admiral for the last two years, hadn"t she? And even before that, she"d never been shy about accepting additional responsibilities. "You may have a point," he said finally. "Is that one of the things they teach in the Senior Officer"s Course?"
"Sure. It"s listed as Constructive Paranoia One-Oh-One in the catalog," Honor said deadpan, and Cardones chuckled. Then she took her feet from her desk and let her chair come back upright. "Okay. I"ll float the basing idea by Gutierrez before we leave-no commitment, just sounding her out. a.s.suming we detach LAC One and the pods, how soon can we pull out?"
"Take about a day, I guess," Cardones replied thoughtfully. "We"ll need to provide Jackie with at least some spares, and we"ve still got Marines scattered all over the planet."
"A day"s fine; we"re not in that big a rush."
"You know we"re going to lose a fair piece of prize money if Jackie does manage to take those ships intact and hand them over, Skipper," Cardones said.
"A point. On the other hand, if the Admiralty signs off on the idea of a station out here, they may decide to go ahead and pay up anyway. I don"t need the money, but I certainly intend to recommend they do right by the rest of our people. They deserve it."
"Yes, they do," Cardones agreed.
"All right, then!" Honor rose, carrying Nimitz in her arms, and headed for the hatch. "Let"s go see about getting all this in motion."
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX.
Commander Usher was in a moderately foul mood. He"d been unhappy about his a.s.signment from the beginning, and it had only gotten worse once Hawkwing and Artemis reached New Berlin.
He would have liked to blame Captain Fuchien, but the woman was exactly the sort of consummate professional one might expect to find commanding one of the Star Kingdom"s crack liners. Captains for ships like that weren"t picked out of a hat, and Fuchien knew all the moves to stroke irritated and irascible naval officers detailed to escort her ship. No one could have been more courteous, and she"d made it clear she intended to defer to his judgment, despite his younger age and junior rank, in the event anything untoward happened. Both of which only made Usher"s foul mood fouler, since they prevented him from taking his ire out on her.
The problem, he thought as he walked to his command chair, was that he also couldn"t take his ire out on the person who deserved it. The notion that Klaus and Stacey Hauptman were sufficiently important to drag a Queen"s ship away from her proper duties had grated on his nerves from the start. Worse, the fiction that Hawkwing had just "happened" to be heading for Silesia when the Admiralty realized Artemis was bound there had worn transparently thin in the Sligo System.
Like every wartime pa.s.senger ticket, the tickets of Artemis" current pa.s.sengers specifically included the proviso that her captain, at her discretion, could make such changes in scheduling en route to their ticketed destinations as she deemed appropriate. That proviso was intended to allow a skipper to protect his vessel by avoiding danger spots without fear of legal action from an irate pa.s.senger, but that wasn"t what it was being used for this time.
Klaus Hauptman had decided he needed three extra days with his primary Andermani factor in Sligo. It was typical of the man"s arrogance that he"d directed Fuchien to hold the ship there while he dealt with his business affairs. Usher doubted he"d even considered the extent to which it might inconvenience others, though he had gone out of his way to provide free shuttle service to and from the planet Erin"s renowned ski resorts.
That "generosity" might have defused the frustration of Artemis" pa.s.sengers, but it hadn"t done a thing for Gene Usher"s. Nor had it helped him maintain the appearance that his ship was only coincidentally d.o.g.g.i.ng Artemis" coattails. Sligo was the Empire"s second most populous system, and there"d been plenty of IAN vessels around to look after the liner while she was there. Which meant Usher could have proceeded on his way with a clear conscience . . . if he"d actually been ordered to a duty station in Silesia. Unfortunately, his real mission was to escort Artemis, which meant he couldn"t leave until she did, which, in turn, meant he"d had to spend the same three days in Erin orbit with her.
Wasting his time that way would have been bad enough, but Hauptman was no fool. Watching Hawkwing sit there in parking orbit had confirmed what he"d undoubtedly suspected from the outset, and he"d decided to take advantage of it when they reached New Berlin. He hadn"t extended their layover there; instead, he"d found something worse to do.
There were three Hauptman Line freighters in New Berlin when Artemis and Hawkwing arrived, all waiting to join the next scheduled escorted convoy. But ships didn"t earn any money sitting still. Despite their huge size, interstellar freighters were cheaper to operate on a ton-for-ton cargo basis than most forms of purely planetary transport. A single freighter could easily stow four or five million tons of cargo, and counter grav and impellers made it easy enough to lift freight out of a gravity well to make even interstellar transport of foodstuffs a paying proposition. But she also cost her owners almost as much to operate sitting in a parking orbit as she did earning revenue between stars, and no shipowner liked to see his vessels waiting around.
Of course, given ship losses in Silesia, only an idiot wanted them to proceed independently when they didn"t have to, either. Swinging around a planet while they waited for the next convoy might shrink profit margins, but not as much as losing the entire ship would. Unfortunately, Hauptman had seen no reason not to make use of the destroyer which "just happened" to be going his way, and he"d instructed his freighters to join Artemis for the trip to Sachsen.
Which, Usher reflected, reminding himself not to gnash his teeth audibly, was no more than he should have expected from the old b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Left to their own devices, Hawkwing and Artemis could easily have translated clear up to the zeta bands and maintained a steady .7 c, for an apparent velocity of well over twenty-five hundred times light-speed, completing the pa.s.sage from New Berlin to Sachsen in three T-weeks, or fifteen days subjective. Lumbered by Hauptman"s freighters, however, they were limited to the delta bands and a maximum speed of only .5 c . . . which meant the same trip would take almost forty-eight T-days and that dilation would shave only five days subjective off that wearisome total.
That three-fold extension of the pa.s.sage was bad enough, but what absolutely infuriated Usher was knowing Hauptman had manipulated a Queen"s ship-Usher"s ship.
The old b.a.s.t.a.r.d must just love this, Usher thought moodily, watching his repeater plot. Hawkwing held station on the port quarter of the improvised convoy, where she would be best placed to intercept any threat, as it trekked steadily down its current grav wave. Artemis was the third ship in the column, with the freighter Markham following directly astern of her, and it all looked maddeningly complacent. He"s feuded with the Admiralty over one thing or another for decades, the commander told himself, and he"s lost more often than he"s won. Now he"s sitting in his stateroom gloating over the way he"s "forced" the Fleet to increase its escort efforts just this once. And the cast iron b.i.t.c.h of it is, he"s never even had to say a single word about it. He didn"t ask, didn"t plead, didn"t bl.u.s.ter. He simply abused the discretionary clause of the standard ticket form, and I can"t even protest, because I"m not officially escorting him at all!
He glowered at the repeater for a few more moments, and then his expression changed. His glower turned into a wicked grin, and he punched a code into his com.
"Exec," Lieutenant Commander Alicia Marcos" voice responded almost instantly, and Usher tipped his chair back to turn his wicked smile up at the deckhead.
"Sorry to disturb you when you"re off watch, Alicia, but I"ve just had a thought."
"A thought, Skipper?" Marcos had served with him long enough to recognize that tone, and her own was suddenly wary.
"Yes, indeed," Usher said, fairly beaming at the deckhead. "Since we"ve got all this, ah, unantic.i.p.ated time on our hands, don"t you think we should put it to best use?"
"In what way, Captain?" Marcos inquired even more warily.
"I"m glad you asked that," Usher said expansively. "Why don"t you and Ed come on up to my briefing room so we can discuss it?"
"Captain to the bridge! Captain to the bridge!"
Margaret Fuchien"s head jerked up so suddenly her second cup of coffee sloshed over her second-best uniform trousers. The brown tide was scorching hot, but she hardly noticed as she vaulted out of her chair at the head of the breakfast table and ran for the lift.
"Captain to the bridge!" the urgent voice repeated, and she swore as she skidded into the lift, for her standing orders were crystal clear. Unless it was a true emergency-and a time-critical one, at that-the pa.s.sengers were not to be panicked by broadcast messages, and there"d been plenty of stewards available to murmur discreetly in her ear.
She hit the emergency override to slam the lift doors shut and whirled to the intercom pad.
"Captain to th-"
"This is the Captain! Shut down that G.o.dd.a.m.ned message!" she snarled, and the recorded voice died in mid-word. "Better! Now what the h.e.l.l is so d.a.m.ned urgent?"
"We"re under attack, Ma"am!" her second officer replied with an edge of panic.
"Under at-?" Fuchien stared at the com panel, then shook herself. "By who and how many?" she demanded.
"We don"t know yet." Lieutenant Donevski sounded marginally calmer, and she pictured him inhaling deeply and getting a grip on himself. "All we know is Hawkwing broadcast an attack alert, ordered us onto a new heading, and then peeled off to starboard."
"d.a.m.n." Fuchien"s mind raced. It would have been nice of Usher to tell her what the problem was! Artemis did have the missile armament of a heavy cruiser, after all, and the trained personnel to use it. Those missiles would have been a h.e.l.l of a lot more useful if Fuchien had some idea of the parameters of the threat.
But Usher was Navy, and the law was clear. In any case of attack, the decisions of the senior Navy officer present took absolute precedence.
"Come to the heading ordered. I"ll be on the bridge in two minutes."