Honor stood and tugged the hem of her dress tunic down as her pinnace docked with Alpha Station, the central node of Potsdam"s...o...b..tal infrastructure. Approach Control had indicated no awareness of anything special about her pinnace-not that she"d expected it to. She suspected someone as good as Herzog Rabenstrange at finding things out was even better at keeping them secret . . . which was a bit of a mixed blessing at the moment. She wondered what the Empire"s real agenda was where her squadron was concerned, yet she was certain she would discover only what Rabenstrange chose to let her discover. Still, if the Empire had intended to object there was no need for the admiral to dissemble. That had to be a good sign, and his explicit offer of operational support was another.
The green light lit as the docking tube established a solid seal, and the flight engineer popped the hatch. Honor glanced once at her trio of armsmen, then lifted Nimitz to her shoulder. Unlike her Graysons, the "cat was completely relaxed, and she decided to take that as another good sign as she reached for the grab bar and swung into the tube"s zero-gee.
As promised, the dock gallery was empty but for a single IAN commander. The aiguilette of a staff officer hung from her shoulder, and she came to attention and saluted as Honor swung from the tube. Honor returned the salute, and the Andermani officer held out her hand.
"Commander Tian Schoeninger, My Lady," she said. "I"m Admiral Rabenstrange"s operations officer. Welcome to New Britain."
"Thank you, Commander." Honor returned her grip carefully, for Potsdam"s gravity was only about eighty-five percent of T-Standard, less than sixty-five percent of Sphinx"s. Like most Andermani, Schoeninger was small, fine-boned, and slender, and eyes as almondine as Honor"s own twinkled as the commander smiled up at her towering height.
"My armsmen," Honor said, waving her free hand at LaFollet, Jamie Candless, and Eddy Howard. The commander frowned slightly and started to speak as she saw their holstered pulsers, then closed her mouth and settled for a nod of greeting.
"Gentlemen," she said after the briefest of pauses. "I don"t believe I"ve ever had the pleasure of meeting a Grayson. I understand your world is as, ah, strenuous as Potsdam."
"In its own way, Ma"am," LaFollet acknowledged for his fellows, and she smiled. Then she released Honor"s hand and waved at the IAN pinnace docked beside Wayfarer"s. "If you"ll follow me, My Lady, Admiral Rabenstrange is expecting you."
The IAN pinnace was a VIP model with all the comforts of an expensive civilian pa.s.senger shuttle, including a bar with an impressive array of bottles. The decksole was carpeted, the seats were sinfully comfortable, and music played from concealed speakers, and Honor wondered if it was part of Derfflinger"s normal parasite complement. It was a fairly useless specimen as military small craft went, but perhaps the IAN considered it appropriate for an admiral-particularly when that admiral was also the Emperor"s cousin.
The pilot made an oblique approach to Rabenstrange"s flagship to give the pa.s.sengers a chance to appreciate the superdreadnought, and Honor studied Derfflinger with interest. She"d seen quite a few Andermani warships during her previous duty in Silesia, but, like the RMN, the IAN relied primarily upon light units in the Confederacy. This was her first close look at an imperial ship of the wall, and it was impressive.
She knew from her intelligence briefings that the Seydlitz-cla.s.s ships like Derfflinger were a half million tons smaller than the RMN"s own Sphinx-cla.s.s, which made them a tad over three-quarters of a million tons lighter than the newest Gryphon-cla.s.s ships, but that still brought Rabenstrange"s flagship in at well over seven million tons. She shared the double-ended, hammerhead hull of all impeller-drive warships, but she was a haze gray instead of the white both the RMN and PN favored, and instead of a hull number, her name was emblazoned just aft of her forward impeller ring in red-edged, golden letters at least five meters tall. Her armament was also arranged differently, the mounts segregated into a single, relatively light graser deck between two very heavy missile decks, and Honor pursed her lips in a silent whistle. Derfflinger was already smaller than an RMN SD, and the magazine capacity for that many tubes had obviously cut deep into ma.s.s which might have been used for energy weapons. But while the ship would be far weaker in energy-range combat than one of her Manticoran counterparts, she also carried half again the missile broadside of a Sphinx. Honor had known that from her briefings, but actually seeing it was still something of a shock. She could see several advantages to the armament mix, but Derfflinger would find herself in serious trouble if an enemy managed to close with her.
The ship drifted against the stars in her parking orbit, a mountain of alloy and armor jeweled with the green and white lights of a moored starship, and as Honor studied her, she suddenly realized why the IAN had accepted smaller SDs. Derfflinger"s lower ma.s.s would let her pull a higher acceleration than a Gryphon, a.s.suming equal compensator efficiency, and that liveliness was perfectly suited to the missile-heavy doctrine the IAN seemed to have adopted. Of course, she thought with a carefully hidden smile, the Andies might find that less effective against the RMN than they expected. Manticore"s missile pods and improved inertial compensators would go a long way towards negating Derfflinger"s advantages. An RMN SD could more than match her throw weight, at least in the opening broadside, and the Manticoran ship"s better compensator would make her at least as maneuverable, despite Derfflinger"s ma.s.s advantage.
On the other hand, she thought, suddenly losing any temptation to smile, their intelligence types were able to find out about the squadron. I wonder if they"re working on getting hold of our compensator designs, as well? Now there"s a happy thought!
The pinnace swept closer and killed her wedge, coming in beneath the orbiting behemoth on conventional thrusters, and a boat bay tractor drew her upward into the glowing cavern of a boat bay. It deposited her neatly in a cradle, and the carpeted deck trembled as mechanical docking arms engaged securely.
A meticulously turned out lieutenant commander saluted and his side party came to attention as Honor swung herself out of the tube. The intercom omitted the normal announcement of an officer"s arrival, but bosun"s pipes twittered. They were the old-fashioned, lung-powered kind, not the electronic version the RMN used, and Honor held her return salute until they died.
"Permission to come aboard, Sir?" she asked then.
"Permission granted, My Lady," the lieutenant commander replied, snapping his hand down from the brim of his tall, visored cap. His high-collared uniform had to be uncomfortable, Honor thought, and keeping its pristine whiteness spot-free must be a pain, but it did look sharp.
So did the Marines of the honor guard. Like the Grayson Navy, but unlike the RMN, the IAN"s Marines were Army units a.s.signed to shipboard duty. Andermani ships also carried less of them, since their sole function was to provide a ground combat and boarding force, but their drill was as sharp as anything Honor"s own Marines might have turned out, and they looked both competent and dangerous, even in dress uniform. The b.r.e.a.s.t.s of their black tunics were elaborately frogged, which looked decidedly odd to Honor, and the officer at their head actually had a fur-trimmed pelisse thrown over one shoulder and wore a tall, furred cap with a silver skeleton on the front.
Honor"s eyebrows rose, for that skeleton marked Derfflinger"s "Marines" as a detachment of the Totenkopf Hussars, the equivalent of the Queen"s Own Regiment of the Royal Manticoran Army. Gustav Anderman had personally designed the Totenkopfs" uniform to reflect his "Prussian heritage," and Honor wondered if it could possibly be as uncomfortable as it looked. On the other hand, like the man who"d designed their uniform, the Totenkopfs" reputation was such that people seldom felt inclined to laugh at them. But they were rarely seen off Potsdam except in time of war, and their presence here was a sign that Rabenstrange stood high in the Emperor"s favor.
Their officer raised his sword in salute as the troopers came to attention, and Honor acknowledged the courtesy as she followed Schoeninger to the lift. The commander punched in a destination code, then gave Honor a rueful smile as the lift began to move.
"Our people are certainly colorful, aren"t they?" she murmured.
"Yes. Yes, they are," Honor replied in a neutral tone, uncertain of where Schoeninger was headed, but the commander only shook her head.
"I a.s.sure you, our work uniforms are much more practical, My Lady. There are times I could wish for a little less deliberate anachronism in our dress uniform tailoring, but I suppose we wouldn"t be us anymore if we gave it up."
Her tone was so wry Honor smiled, but it also offered an opening.
"Those were Totenkopf Hussars, weren"t they?" she asked.
"Yes, they were." Schoeninger sounded surprised Honor had recognized them, though there was no surprise in the emotions Honor sensed through her link to Nimitz.
"I was under the impression they left Potsdam only in wartime." Honor made the statement a question, and Schoeninger nodded.
"That"s normally true, My Lady. Herzog Rabenstrange, however, is the Emperor"s first cousin. They attended the Academy together, and they"ve always been quite close. His Majesty personally directed that the Totenkopfs be a.s.signed to his flagship."
"I see." Honor nodded slowly, and the commander smiled again. It was a faint smile, but Honor felt Schoeninger"s satisfaction and realized the commander had deliberately guided the conversation just so she could make that last statement. Honor wondered if it had been simply to make her own boss"s importance clear for social reasons. From the little she"d so far seen of Commander Schoeninger, it seemed unlikely. It was far more probable the commander wanted to be certain Honor was fully aware that anything Rabenstrange said could be taken as coming from the Emperor"s inner circle. Whatever her intentions, Schoeninger had been smooth about it, and Honor felt an ungrudging admiration. Subtlety wasn"t her own strong suit, but that didn"t mean she couldn"t appreciate it in others.
The lift reached its destination, and the commander led them down a pa.s.sage to a hatch guarded by two more black-uniformed Marines, who came to attention at her approach.
"Guests to see the Admiral," Schoeninger said. "We"re expected."
"Yes, Ma"am." The Marine who responded spoke Standard English, not German-a courtesy which Honor appreciated-then pressed a com key. "Fregattenkapitanin Schoeninger und Graffin Harrington, Herr Herzog," he announced, and a moment later, the hatch slid open.
"If you"ll come with me, My Lady," Schoeninger said, and led the way into the most magnificently appointed cabin Honor had ever seen. The dimensions were marginally smaller than her own quarters aboard Terrible had been, but the furnishings were on an entirely different scale.
"Ah, Lady Harrington!" Chien-lu von Rabenstrange himself rose to greet her, extending his hand with a smile, and two more officers stood behind him. Both were men-one, stocky for an Andermani, in the uniform of a captain, and the other a commander who, like Schoeninger, wore the aiguilette of a staff officer.
"Herzog Rabenstrange," Honor murmured, shaking his hand. The captain behind him wore a slightly pained expression as he saw her armsmen"s sidearms, and his eyes cut sideways to his admiral with an edge of worry, but Rabenstrange himself only nodded to his companions.
"Captain Gunterman, my flag captain, and Commander Hauser, my intelligence officer," he said, and his subordinates came forward to shake hands in turn.
"My armsmen, My Lord," Honor said. "Major LaFollet, Armsman Candless, and Armsman Howard."
"Ah, yes!" Rabenstrange replied. "I read of Major LaFollet in your dossier, My Lady." He extended his hand to the Grayson with absolutely no hesitation to indicate an awareness of his own exalted birth, and this time the smile he gave Honor was far more serious. "You are fortunate to have such devoted and-from the record-competent guardians."
LaFollet blushed, but Honor only nodded.
"Yes, My Lord, I am," she said simply. "I hope their presence isn"t a problem?"
"Under the strict letter of protocol, I suppose it could be considered one," Rabenstrange replied. "Given the present circ.u.mstances and your own status, however, they"re welcome."
Captain Gunterman clearly wanted to dispute that, and Honor sympathized. She knew how she would have felt if a foreign officer had wanted to bring armed retainers into the presence of a member of the House of Winton. Rabenstrange sounded entirely sincere, however. Indeed, he appeared genuinely pleased to meet her, and the emotions coloring her link to Nimitz combined welcome, amus.e.m.e.nt, antic.i.p.ation, and a certain devilish delight with an undeniable seriousness.
"Thank you, My Lord. I appreciate your understanding," she said, and the admiral shook his head.
"There"s no need to thank me, My Lady. I invited you as my guest. As such, I expected you to satisfy the legal requirements of your own position."
Honor felt her eyebrows rise at the fresh indication of how completely briefed he"d been on her. Very few Manticorans realized Grayson law required her armsmen"s presence, and she was astounded that Rabenstrange did. Her surprise showed, and the admiral smiled once more.
"We have quite a thick dossier on you, My Lady," he said in a tone that was half-amused and half-apologetic. "Your, ah, achievements have made you of particular interest to us, you see."
Honor felt her own cheekbones heat, but Rabenstrange only chuckled and waved her to a chair. The other Andermani seated themselves as well, and LaFollet took his position at her shoulder while Candless and Howard parked themselves as un.o.btrusively as possible against a bulkhead. A steward appeared to offer them wine, then vanished as silently as he"d come. The wine was so dark it was actually black, and Rabenstrange waited while Honor sampled her gla.s.s.
"Very nice, My Lord," she said. "I don"t believe I"ve ever tasted anything quite like it."
"No, it"s a Potsdam vintage. When the microbiologists redesigned our Terrestrial crops, they accidentally created a strain of grapes which will grow only on Potsdam but which produces a truly remarkable wine. One of their more serendipitous achievements, I believe."
"Indeed, My Lord." Honor sipped again, appreciatively, then sat back and crossed her legs. Nimitz flowed into her lap and draped himself comfortably, and she c.o.c.ked her head at Rabenstrange with a faint smile. "Nonetheless, My Lord, I rather doubt you invited me aboard only to share your cellar with me."
"Of course not," Rabenstrange agreed, leaning back in his own chair. He propped his elbows on its arms, cupping his winegla.s.s comfortably in both hands, and returned her smile. "As I said, I wanted Commander Hauser to have an opportunity to share our own data on the situation in the Confederacy with you-in fact, I"ve had him prepare a chip folio which summarizes all our reports for the last several T-months. But to be perfectly frank, My Lady, I invited you because I wanted to meet you."
"Meet me, My Lord? May I ask why?"
"Certainly you may." Rabenstrange"s smile grew, and she felt a stronger wash of that devilish delight as his eyes twinkled. "I suppose I should first admit that there"s still a certain amount of the bad little boy in me," he said disarmingly, "and one of my objectives is to dazzle you with the depth of our intelligence on the Star Kingdom generally and on you specifically." Honor c.o.c.ked a polite eyebrow, and he chuckled. "One thing we Andermani have learned over the years, My Lady, is that it"s never wise to leave a potential ally-or enemy-in ignorance of our own intelligence capabilities. It makes life so much simpler if the people you must deal with are aware that you probably know more than they think you do."
Honor had to laugh. Here, she thought, was a man who delighted in playing the game. There was an indisputable arrogance in his emotions, a sense of his own position within the imperial hierarchy, but there was also a refusal to take himself too seriously. She felt the underlying steel of his personality, knew he was just as devoted to the concept of duty as she herself was, but that didn"t mean he couldn"t enjoy himself. No doubt he could be an extremely dangerous man, yet he was also one with a zest whose like she"d seldom encountered.
"Consider me dazzled, My Lord," she told him wryly. "I a.s.sure you my next report to the Admiralty will emphasize your intelligence capabilities as strongly as you could possibly desire."
"Excellent! You see? Already I"ve discharged a sizable portion of my mission." Captain Gunterman shook his head like a tutor with a wayward charge, but Rabenstrange paid no heed as he continued. "Next, I very much wanted to meet you because of what you"ve accomplished for your Queen. You have a remarkable record, My Lady. Our a.n.a.lysts expect to be seeing much of you in years to come, and I think it can never be a bad thing for serving officers to know one another"s mettle from personal observation."
There was a faint but distinct edge of warning in that. Rabenstrange"s welcome didn"t abate in the least, but Honor understood. She wasn"t certain she shared his estimate of her own importance within the RMN, but she understood. Whether as allies or enemies, personal knowledge of the person behind an officer"s name would be invaluable to any commander.
"And last but far from least, My Lady, you"re about to take your squadron into Silesia." Rabenstrange had gone completely serious now, and he leaned forward in his chair. "The Empire fully realizes how critical the situation has become there, and both the reduction in your kingdom"s normal force levels and the nature of your own command is a clear indication of how fully committed your fleet is against the People"s Republic. My cousin wishes me to make clear to you-and, through you, to your Admiralty-that our diplomats" current views on the Confederacy are fully shared by our military."
"And those views are, My Lord?" Honor asked politely as he paused.
"As your own kingdom, the Empire has powerful interests in Silesia," Rabenstrange replied quietly. "No doubt you"ve been fully briefed, and I know you"ve served in the area before, so I"ll make no attempt to conceal the fact that we consider much of the Confederacy to be an area vital to our own security. Certain factions within the government and the Fleet have always advocated taking-stronger action, shall we say?-in those areas, and the present upsurge in piratical activity has given added point to their arguments. The fact that the Silesian government is in greater disarray than usual is also a factor in their thinking. Nonetheless, His Majesty has directed that we will take no action there without prior consultation with your government. He"s fully aware of the strain your own Navy is under and of the threat the People"s Republic poses to Silesia and, by extension, to the Empire. He has no intention of committing himself to any action which might . . . distract your fleet from its present concentration against the Peeps."
"I see." Honor did her best to hide her relief. Rabenstrange"s statements were in accord with both the Foreign Office"s and ONI"s a.n.a.lysis, but there was a vast difference between a.n.a.lysts" opinions and a direct, formal statement. More, Rabenstrange"s birth and naval rank made him an extremely senior spokesman, and the Andermani Empire had a reputation for meaning what it said. It might sometimes simply choose to say nothing-which could be one of the most effective ways of lying yet invented-but when it did say something, it meant it.
Of course, there were some interesting limits to what Rabenstrange had just told her. He hadn"t said the Empire had any intention of giving up its long-range goals in Silesia, only that it wouldn"t rock the boat while the Star Kingdom fought for its life against the Peeps. There might even be an implication that it expected a certain post-war freedom of action in return for its present restraint, though Rabenstrange hadn"t said so. Fortunately, those were considerations which lay far beyond her own level.
"I appreciate your candor, My Lord, and I"ll certainly pa.s.s your comments to my superiors."
"Thank you, My Lady. In addition to those rea.s.surances, however, His Majesty desires to support your own operations. Our merchant marine is far smaller than yours, and in order to avoid any impression of provocative behavior, we"ve somewhat reduced our own presence in the Confederacy. At present, we"re restricting ourselves to providing escorts for our own shipping and maintaining light forces only in the most important nodal systems. Naturally, your larger merchant fleet is much more exposed than our own, just as your available units are stretched more tightly. His Majesty wishes me to say that in those areas in which we are maintaining an IAN fleet presence, our captains have been instructed to provide protection to your vessels, as well as our own. Should your Admiralty wish to redeploy its available strength in light of those instructions, we will watch your back for you when you do so. We also intend to keep a close eye out for any indication that the People"s Republic may be considering, ah, stirring the fire. Should that happen, we will be prepared to bring diplomatic pressure to bear upon the current government in an effort to have its units recalled. Naturally, we can"t promise to go beyond diplomatic measures until and unless a Peep warship attacks our own commerce, but what we can do, we will."
Honor blinked at the totally unexpected generosity of the offer. It made sense, for the Andermani would have as little use for pirates-or any other raiders-in Silesia as the Star Kingdom, but it amounted almost to an informal offer of alliance.
"I will certainly pa.s.s that along, as well, My Lord," she said, and Rabenstrange nodded.
"Finally, My Lady, as regards your own squadron"s operations. Am I correct in a.s.suming you"ve been provided with a wide selection of transponder codes?"
"I have, My Lord," Honor said a bit cautiously. Resetting the transponder beacon of a starship was the equivalent of the old wet-navy trick of flying false colors. It was acknowledged as a legitimate ruse de guerre by most star nations and sanctioned by half a dozen interstellar accords, but the Andermani Empire had never formally accepted it. For the record, the Empire considered the use of its own ID codes an unfriendly and illegal act . . . which hadn"t prevented ONI from providing her with several complete sets of them.
"I thought as much," Rabenstrange murmured, "and, of course, a Q-ship operates under rather different constraints from a regular warship." He nodded as if to himself, then went on. "His Majesty wishes me to provide you with an authentication code which will identify your ships to any IAN warship. The same code will also identify you to the commanders of our Silesian naval stations. We have rather fewer of them than you do, but those we have will be alerted to provide you with resupply, intelligence data, and maintenance support. Where possible, they will also offer direct military support against homegrown raiders. In addition, His Majesty has asked me to inform you that, for the moment, our Navy will, ah, look the other way if any of your ships should happen to be employing Andermani transponder codes."
"My Lord," Honor said frankly, "I never antic.i.p.ated such generous support from your Emperor. You must realize how valuable that kind of a.s.sistance can be, especially for a Q-ship. I a.s.sure you that I recognize its value, and on behalf of myself and my Queen, I would appreciate your extending my kingdom"s thanks to His Majesty for his generosity."
"Of course," Rabenstrange replied, then leaned back once more with a sad smile. "The truth is, My Lady, that neither of our nations wants the Silesian situation to boil over. Without doubt, the Confederacy is the largest potential bone of contention between us. Speaking only for myself, I would consider it a disaster for both our nations should that contention ever spill over into outright hostilities. Unfortunately, no one can predict where competing ambition and completely legitimate security concerns will lead interstellar powers, and, as you, I am a servant of the Crown. Yet right now, at this very moment, the sanity of survival against the People"s Republic makes it essential that Manticore and the Empire remain friendly powers, and His Majesty has taken the actions I"ve described as the strongest means at his disposal by which he can make his own commitment to that proposition clear. The fact that it provides me an opportunity to extend support and a.s.sistance to an officer whose record and accomplishments I respect is merely a welcome side effect of that commitment."
"Thank you, My Lord," Honor said quietly.
"Yes." Rabenstrange took another sip of wine, then inhaled and stood briskly. "Well! Enough formality, My Lady. I invited you to supper, and my chef has made a special effort on your behalf. If you-and your armsmen, of course-" he added with a flashing smile "will join Captain Gunterman, Commander Schoeninger, Commander Hauser, and me, perhaps we can enjoy it like civilized beings. There will be time enough for dreary military briefings afterward."
CHAPTER TWELVE.
"Got a minute, Ma"am?"
Honor looked up from her briefing room terminal. Rafe Cardones and Lieutenant Commander Tschu stood in the open hatch. Cardones had a memo board under one arm, and the chief engineer"s treecat rode his shoulder, ears p.r.i.c.ked and whiskers quivering. As Tschu"s weary face suggested, he"d spent virtually all his waking time buried in Engineering, which meant his "cat had spent little time on the bridge. Now she looked around with bright, green-eyed interest, and Nimitz perked up instantly on the back of his person"s chair. Honor waved for the two men to enter, and hid a smile as she felt Nimitz"s greeting to Samantha. "Cats were totally disinterested in human s.e.xuality, and she was relieved to find that even with her unusual link to Nimitz, the "cat"s amatory adventures had no effect on her hormones. That didn"t mean she wasn"t aware of what both he and Samantha were feeling, however, and she wondered if Nimitz had experienced the same thing from her and Paul Tankersley.
She pointed to chairs, then closed the hatch as Cardones and Tschu sank into them. Cardones laid his board on the table top, and she smiled faintly as he leaned back with a sigh.
"Why do I have the feeling you two have something on your minds?" she asked, and Cardones twitched a grin.
"Probably because we do," he replied. "I-"
He broke off as Nimitz flowed down from Honor"s chair and padded silently across the table. Samantha leapt off Tschu"s shoulder to join him, and the two sat neatly, facing each other. They gazed intently into one another"s eyes, noses almost touching, only the tips of their fluffy tails flicking, and Cardones gazed at them for a moment, then shook his head.
"Nice to see things are going well for someone," he said, then turned and c.o.c.ked an eyebrow at Tschu. "Does she have a "cat in every port?"
"No." The engineer"s deep voice was amused, despite his obvious weariness. "It"s not quite that bad. But she does have a way with the men, doesn"t she?"
Both "cats ignored the humans, concentrating on one another, and Honor heard the deep, almost subsonic sound of their purring. The soft rumbles reached out to one another and merged, sweeping together in an oddly intricate harmony, and Tschu shot a startled, almost apologetic glance at Honor, who shrugged helplessly. In their native environment, young treecats often established temporary relationships, but mature "cats were monogamous and mated for life. Those who adopted humans, however, seldom took permanent mates, and she"d often wondered if that was because their adoption bonds took them away from others of their kind or if they adopted humans in the first place because they were somehow different from their fellows. But she"d witnessed "cat courtships, and this one looked moderately serious, which could have . . . interesting consequences. Unmated "cats were relatively infertile, but mated pairs were a very different matter.
There was no point discussing it, though. What happened between Samantha and Nimitz was up to them-a point the majority of humans, who persisted in thinking of "cats as pets, not companions, failed to grasp. That misconception probably stemmed from the fact that humans were almost always the alpha partners in their bondings, but that was because treecats who"d adopted had chosen to live in humanity"s society and recognized the need to abide by human rules, some of which baffled them. They relied on their people for guidance, and not just socially; they knew they didn"t fully understand humanity"s technological marvels, and that those marvels could kill. But anyone who"d ever been adopted knew a treecat was a person, with the same rights and occasional need for s.p.a.ce as any human. It was always the "cat who initiated a bond, and there had been cases in which that bond was repudiated when a human tried to turn it into some sort of ownership. It happened rarely-"cat"s seldom made the mistake of choosing someone who could do that-but it did happen.
Cardones watched the two "cats for another moment, smiling and unaware of the full implications of what he was seeing and hearing, then cleared his throat and looked back at Honor. His smile faded, and he laid one hand on his memo board.
"Harry and I have a problem, Ma"am."
"Which is?" Honor asked calmly.
"Crew efficiency, Ma"am," Tschu said. "Specifically, Engineering efficiency. We"re still not cutting the mustard down there."
"I see." Honor c.o.c.ked her chair back and played with a stylus. Their "convoy" was just over a month out of New Berlin and due to reach Sachsen in another week, and the lengthy cruise had given her enough time to get a feel for her crew. She really didn"t need Tschu to tell her that his department"s efficiency remained marginal. Of course, his wasn"t the only one which still had problems-just the one with the biggest gap between target levels and reality. She was relieved that he"d brought it up, however. She"d been willing to let Cardones give Tschu time to try to straighten out the kinks on his own, but she"d also been curious to see how the engineer would respond to the lack of official pressure from above. Some officers would have tried to pretend there wasn"t a problem until his exec or CO called him on the carpet, and it was good to know Tschu didn"t work that way.
"Do you know why you aren"t?" she asked after a moment, and Tschu rubbed a hand over his close-cropped hair.
"I think so, Ma"am. The problem is what I do about it."
"Explain to me, Commander," Honor invited, and he frowned.
"Basically, it"s a matter of who"s got the seniority," he began, then paused and drew a deep breath. "Before I go on, Ma"am, please understand that I"m not making excuses. If you have any advice or suggestions, I"ll be delighted to hear them, but I know who"s responsibility Engineering is." He met Honor"s eyes levelly until she nodded, then went on.
"Having said that, I think I do need some advice. This is the first time I"ve actually run a department, and there are a couple of changes I want to try, but I don"t feel comfortable about making them without running them by you first. And if I do make them, I"m afraid it"ll mean stepping quite a ways outside normal procedures."