A light. A sleeve and glove taped against the wall, placed to reach the outer zip. Here was a valve . . . hmm . . . a valve ending in a little cone outside. Inside, a handle to aim it.
To any refugee there might come a moment when a jet is more important than breathing-air.
Not yet.
"Why would you want to rescue my master?" Paradoxical asked.
"They have my wife and daughter and unborn, one chance out of three. Two out of three they"re still safe aboard Odysseus Odysseus. Would you bet?"
"No Jotok knows his parent. Might you find another mate and generate more children?"
I didn"t answer.
"How do you like your battle plan so far?"
I couldn"t hear sarcasm, but I inferred it. I said, "I have a spare vac pack. So does Fly-By-Night. Did you see what he did? He triggered a pack on the wall. Kept his own. And Heidi pa.s.sed me something."
"What did the girl give you?"
"Might be some kind of toy."
The Jotok said, "Mee-rowreet means make slaves and beasts go where can be killed. Not means make slaves and beasts go where can be killed. Not Envoy Envoy. Whasht-meery Whasht-meery means infested or diseased, too rotted or parasitical for even a starving predator. Prey that dies too easily, opponent who exposes belly too soon, is suspect means infested or diseased, too rotted or parasitical for even a starving predator. Prey that dies too easily, opponent who exposes belly too soon, is suspect whasht-meery whasht-meery."
I waited for our spin to hide me from Stealthy-Mating"s Stealthy-Mating"s telescopes before I pulled Heidi"s gift free. telescopes before I pulled Heidi"s gift free.
It was foam plastic, light and bulky. A toy needle gun. If this was real, her parents . . . Wait, now, Heidi was almost forty years old!
They wouldn"t think quite like human adults, these children, but their brains were as big as they were going to get. Their parents might might want them able to protect themselves . . . and if not, she and her brother had spent decades learning how to manipulate their parents. want them able to protect themselves . . . and if not, she and her brother had spent decades learning how to manipulate their parents.
I couldn"t test it.
"Needle gun. Anaesthetic crystals," I told Paradoxical. "They won"t get through armor. One wouldn"t knock out a Kzin anyway. Better than nothing, though. Where is Fly-By-Night"s w"tsai?"
"You saw."
"Paradoxical, we are in too much trouble to be playing children"s games."
Paradoxical said nothing.
Stealthy-Mating"s boat locked on to the third cargo module.
I said, "That was fun to watch, though. Giving Packer silverware!"
Paradoxical rotated to show me his mouth.
I saw a star of tentacles around a circle of lip enclosing five circles of tiny teeth in a pentagon. Something emerged from one circle of teeth. Paradoxical vomited up a long, narrow, padded mailing bag. I pulled it free, unzipped it, and had a yard of blade and handle.
The blade looked like dark steel. The light caught a minute ripple effect . . . but it was all wrong. To my fingertip"s touch the ripple was just a picture. The blade weighed almost nothing. The weight was all in the handle.
In the end of the hilt was a small black enamel bat. Bats exist only on Earth and in the zoo on Jinx, but that ancient Batman Batman symbol has gone to every human world. symbol has gone to every human world. Fly by night. Fly by night.
Futz, I had to try it on something something.
My lockstep ring had a silver case. That"s a soft metal, but the blade only scratched it. I tested my thumb on the edge, gingerly. Blunt.
Customs change. A weapon can be purely ceremonial . . . but why make the handle so heavy? Why was Paradoxical watching me?
Because it was a puzzle.
Push the enamel bat. Nothing.
Wiggle the blade. Push it in, risk my fingers, feel it give. A Kzin could push harder harder. Nothing? Pull out out, and my fingertips felt a hum. The look of the blade didn"t change. Carefully now, don"t touch the edge- It sliced neatly through my lockstep ring, with a moment"s white sputter as circuitry burned out. The cut edges of the cla.s.sic silver band shone like little mirrors. There should have been some some resistance. resistance.
A variable-knife is violently illegal: hair-fine wire in a magnetic field, all edge and no blade, thin enough to slice through walls and machinery. Often enough it hurts the wielder. When it"s off it"s all handle, and the handle is heavy: it holds the coiled wire and the mag generator.
This toy was similar, but with a blade of fixed length, harder to hide. More sporting. A groove around the edge housed the wire until magnets raised it for action.
The onyx bat was recessed now. I pushed and it popped out. The vibration stopped.
We had a weapon.
What was keeping Packer? They had the telepath, they had hostages, they had two modules of Fafnir seafood. What was left to do in there? Get on with it. I had a weapon!
"Wait before you use it. I know my master," the Jotok said. "He will take command of the boat. The larger ship is weaponless against it."
"Paradoxical, he"d be fighting at least three warriors trained in free fall. Don"t forget the pilots. Four if we get as far as the ship."
"Whasht-meery may currently be on autopilot or remote. Possession of armor does not imply training. Fly-By-Night was a champion wrestler before he was injured. We fear you"re right. But we must try!" may currently be on autopilot or remote. Possession of armor does not imply training. Fly-By-Night was a champion wrestler before he was injured. We fear you"re right. But we must try!"
"Wrestler?"
"He tells me they fight with capped claws on Sheathclaws."
Somehow I was not rea.s.sured.
Packer emerged.
He and his companion jetted toward Fly-By-Night"s bubble. They pulled Fly-By-Night toward the boat. Clamsh.e.l.l doors opened around the snout of the solenoid weapon. The three disappeared inside.
I safed and wrapped the w"tsai and gave it to the Jotok. He swallowed it, and the needler after it. He must have a straight gut . . . five straight guts, I thought, like fish or worms all merged at the head.
The two armored Kzinti came for us. They towed us toward the boat.
The boat was a thick lens, like Odysseus Odysseus but smaller. The modules were anch.o.r.ed against one side. The other side was two transparent clamsh.e.l.l doors with the hollow solenoid sticking out between them. but smaller. The modules were anch.o.r.ed against one side. The other side was two transparent clamsh.e.l.l doors with the hollow solenoid sticking out between them.
The doors closed over us.
The interior had been arrayed around the solenoid weapon. There were lockers. Hatch in the floor, a smaller airlock. A kitchen wall big enough for a cruise ship, with a gaping intake hopper. A big box, detachable, with a door in it. I took that for a shower/washroom. I didn"t see a hologram stage or a ma.s.s pointer.
Mechanisms fed into the base of the main weapon. A feed for projectiles? The thing didn"t just burn out electronics, it was a linear accelerator too, a cannon.
Fly-By-Night"s vacuum refuge had been wedged between the cannon and the wall. He watched us.
The doors came down and now our balloon was wedged next to his. Gravity came on. Stealthy-Mating Stealthy-Mating"s crew anch.o.r.ed us with a spray of glue, while a third Kzin watched from the horseshoe of a workstation. The two took their places beside him.
Four chairs; three Kzinti all in pressure suit armor. There was no separate cabin because they might have to work the cannon. It could have been worse.
They talked for a bit, mobile mouths snarling at each other inside fishbowl helmets. They fiddled with the controls. A sound of tigers fighting blasted from Paradoxical"s backpack vest. My translator murmured, "So, Telepath! Welcome back to the Patriarch"s service."
Two or three seconds of silence followed. In that moment Odysseus Odysseus abruptly shrank to a toy and was gone. Disturbing eddies played through our bodies. The boat must be making twenty or thirty gravities, but it had good shielding. This was a warcraft. abruptly shrank to a toy and was gone. Disturbing eddies played through our bodies. The boat must be making twenty or thirty gravities, but it had good shielding. This was a warcraft.
Their prisoner decided to answer. "You honor me. You may call me LE Fly-By-Night."
"Honored you should be, Telepath, but your credit as a Legal Ent.i.ty is forged, a telepath has no name, and Fly-By-Night is only a description, and in Interworld, too! Still you will command a harem before we do. We should envy you." That voice was Envoy"s.
"Call me Fly-By-Night if I am expected to answer. Does the Patriarch still make addicts of any who show the talent?"
"You have hibernated for three centuries? We use advanced medical techniques in this age. Chemical mimic of sthondat lymph, six syllable name, more powerful, few side effects, diet additives to minimize those."
A second Kzin voice said, "You need not taste the drug yourself, Telepath, by my alpha officer"s word."
"Only my poor kits, then. But how well do Kzinti keep each other"s promises? I know that Odysseus Odysseus was disabled despite all rea.s.surance." was disabled despite all rea.s.surance."
What? Fly-By-Night had Fly-By-Night had no way no way to know that. to know that. I I was only guessing, and his vac refuge had floated further from was only guessing, and his vac refuge had floated further from Odysseus Odysseus than our own. than our own.
But Envoy said, "All follows the Covenants sworn with men at Shasht. That was my a.s.surance, and it is good."
"Do those allow you to maroon a Legal Ent.i.ty ship in deep s.p.a.ce?"
"Summon them. Read them."
"My servant carries my computer and disk library."
The pilot tapped; we heard a click click, then silence.
Paradoxical turned off his talker. "We can use this to speak to my master, but they may listen. What can you say that those oversized intestinal parasites may hear too?"
"Right now, nothing. Thrusters were yours first, weren"t they? Called the gravity planer gravity planer?"
"Jotoki created gravity planers, yes. Kzinti enslaved us and stole the design. Your folk stole it from Kzinti invaders."
"Is there anything you know about thrusters that they don"t? Something that might help?"
"No. Idiot. What we learned of gravity motors, we learned from Kzinti!"
"Futz-"
"I had thought," Paradoxical said carefully, "that they would not keep their control room in vacuum."
"Their hostages are all frozen. Can"t fight. Can"t escape. Maybe they like that? Anything we try now would leave us dying in vacuum. How long can a Jotok stand vacuum?"
"A few seconds, then death."
"Humans can take a few minutes." Humans had, and survived. It was rare. "I might go blind first. Do you mind if I think out loud for a bit?"
"Do you talk to yourself to move messages across that narrow structure in your brain, the corpus callosum corpus callosum?"
"I have no idea." So I talked across my corpus callosum. "This is bad, but it could be worse. We might have been in a separate cargo hold, still still in vacuum and locked out of a flight cabin." in vacuum and locked out of a flight cabin."
"Rejoice."
"I thought I wouldn"t have to worry about Odysseus Odysseus. The ship"s on a free fall course around Turnpoint Star, through the Gap and into free s.p.a.ce. They still had hyperdrive and hyperwave and the att.i.tude jets, last I saw. Att.i.tude jets are just fusion reaction motors. That won"t take take them anywhere. Hyperdrive only works in flat s.p.a.ce, so it won"t get them them anywhere. Hyperdrive only works in flat s.p.a.ce, so it won"t get them into into a solar system. They could still cross to Home system, call for help and get a tow. Two weeks?" a solar system. They could still cross to Home system, call for help and get a tow. Two weeks?"
"Envoy said all of that to Captain Preiss. Wait-but-stop-didn"t Envoy confess otherwise?"
"I heard. Futz." Fly-By-Night had done that very cleverly. But Envoy hadn"t confessed; he had only insisted that he had not violated the Covenants.
"We"d better a.s.sume Packer shot up the control board. That would leave Odysseus Odysseus as an inert box of hostages. Leave them falling. Retrieve them later." as an inert box of hostages. Leave them falling. Retrieve them later."
Paradoxical said nothing.
"Next problem. Fly-By-Night can"t get out of his refuge."
"Surely-"
"No, look, he can"t slash slash his way out. He"s got only his claws. He can his way out. He"s got only his claws. He can zip zip it open. All the air spews out, and now he can try to get through the opening. He"s too big. He"d die in vacuum while he was trying to wiggle free with those three laughing at him." it open. All the air spews out, and now he can try to get through the opening. He"s too big. He"d die in vacuum while he was trying to wiggle free with those three laughing at him."
"Yes. Less than flexible, human and Kzinti. Are you small enough to get through the collar?"
"Yes." I was pretty sure. "Now, we can"t warn Fly-By-Night. Any fighting, I"ll have to start it. You"re dead if I slash the refuge open, so I don"t. I unzip it. Air pressure blows me out, poof poof. You zip it behind me quick quick so the refuge re-inflates. I"m in vacuum. I slash Fly-By-Night"s refuge wide open and hand him the w"tsai. We"re so the refuge re-inflates. I"m in vacuum. I slash Fly-By-Night"s refuge wide open and hand him the w"tsai. We"re both both fighting in vacuum against three Kzinti in pressure armor. How does it sound?" fighting in vacuum against three Kzinti in pressure armor. How does it sound?"
"Beyond madness."
"There"s no point anyway. If we could take the boat, we still couldn"t break lightspeed, because the hyperdrive motor is on the ship. We"d die of old age here in the Nursery Nebula."
"You don"t have a plan?"
I was still feeling it out. "The only way out has us waiting for these bandits to berth the boat to Stealthy-Mating Stealthy-Mating. Maybe it"s a good thing Fly-By-Night doesn"t have his w"tsai. Kzinti self-control is . . . there"s a word-"
"Oxymoron. But my master integrates selves well."
"They"ll have to move the cargo modules inside the ship. Can"t leave them where they are, they"re blocking the magnets, the docking points. Where does that leave us? Whatever we do, we want the ship and and the boat. After they birth the boat, likely enough they"ll the boat. After they birth the boat, likely enough they"ll still still leave the cabin in vacuum and us in these bubbles." leave the cabin in vacuum and us in these bubbles."
"My kind can survive six days without food. Two without water."
Two of the Kzinti crew might have been asleep. The third wasn"t doing much.