Closer it came, and closer. Sa.s.sinak had given all the necessary orders: now there was nothing to do but wait. The Ssli reported contact an instant before Sa.s.sinak felt a very faint jar in her bootsoles. She nodded to Arly, who poured all remaining power to their tractor field. Whatever happened now, the escort and cruiser were not coming apart until one of them was overpowered. With any luck the escort wouldn"t notice the tractor field, since it wasn"t trying to escape right now anyway.
Interior visuals showed the docking bay where she expected the attack to come. Sure enough, the exterior bay lock blew in, a cloud of fragments obscuring the view for a moment, and then clearing as the vacuum outside sucked them free. A tracked a.s.sault pod straight out of her childhood nightmare bounced crazily from the escort"s docking bay and its artificial gravity, to the cruiser"s, landing so hard that Sa.s.sinak winced in sympathy with its contents, enemies though they were.
"Bad grav match," said Helm thoughtfully. "That"ll shake "em up."
"More coming," Arly pointed out. She was hunched over her console, clearly itching to do something, although none of her weaponry functioned inside the ship. Sa.s.sinak watched as two more a.s.sault pods came out of the escort to jounce heavily on the cruiser"s docking bay deck. How many more? She wanted them all, but the docking bay was getting crowded: they"d have to move on soon. A thin voice - someone"s suit radio - came over the intercom at her ear.
" - Can see another two pods, at least, Sarge. Plus some guys in suits - "
That clicked off, to be replaced by Major Currald, the marines" commanding officer. "Captain - you heard that?" Sa.s.sinak acknowledged, and he went on. "We think they"ll stack the pods in here, and then blow their way in. We"ve bled the whole quadrant, and everyone"s in position; if they can fit all the pods in here we"ll take them then, and if they can"t we"ll wait until they unload the last one."
"As you will; fire when ready." Sa.s.sinak looked around the bridge again, meeting no happy faces. Letting an enemy blow open your docking bay doors was not standard Fleet procedure, and if she got out of this alive, she might be facing a court martial. At the very least she could be accused of allowing ruinous damage to Fleet property, and risking the capture of a major hull. That, at least, was false: the Zaid-Dayan Zaid-Dayan would not be captured; she had had the explosives planted to prevent that, by Wefts she knew were trustworthy. would not be captured; she had had the explosives planted to prevent that, by Wefts she knew were trustworthy.
Two more pods came into the docking bay: now six of them waited to crawl like poisonous vermin through her ship. Sa.s.sinak shuddered, and fought it down. She saw on the screen an enemy in grayish suit armor walk up to the inner lock controls and attach something, then back away. A blown door control was easier to fix than a blown door. The white flare of a small explosion, and the inner lock doors slid apart. One pod clanked forward, its tracks making a palpable rumbling on the deck, steel grating on steel.
"Three more waiting, captain," said the voice in her ear.
"Snarks in a bucket," said someone on the bridge. Sa.s.sinak paid no attention. One by one the a.s.sault pods entered the ship, now picked up on the corridor monitors. Here the corridor was wide, offering easy access for the marines" own a.s.sault vehicles when these were being loaded.
"They can do one h.e.l.l of a lot of damage," said Arly, breathing fast as she watched.
"They"re going to take one h.e.l.l of a lot of damage," said Sa.s.s. The first pod came to a corner, and split open, disgorging a dozen armored troops who flattened themselves to the bulkhead on either side. Now the escort"s last pods were entering the docking bay. "And any time now they"ll start wondering why no one seems to have noticed - "
A wild clangor drowned out her words, until Communications damped it. The enemy should take it that the damaged sensors were finally reacting, and that the Zaid-Dayan"s unsuspecting crew were only now realizing the invasion. On the monitor, the first a.s.sault pod, its troop hatch now shut, trundled around the corner and loosed a shot down the corridor to the right. That shot reflected from the barrage mirrors placed for such occasion, and shattered the pod"s turret. Its tracks kept moving, but as they pa.s.sed over a mark on the deck a hatch opened from below and a shaped explosive charge blew a hole in its belly. Sa.s.sinak could see, on the screen, its troop hatch come partway open, and a tangle of armored limbs as the remaining men inside fought to get free. One by one they were picked off by marine snipers shooting from loopholes into the corridor. By now the second and third pods were open, unloading some of their troops. The second one then lumbered to the corner, and around to the left. unsuspecting crew were only now realizing the invasion. On the monitor, the first a.s.sault pod, its troop hatch now shut, trundled around the corner and loosed a shot down the corridor to the right. That shot reflected from the barrage mirrors placed for such occasion, and shattered the pod"s turret. Its tracks kept moving, but as they pa.s.sed over a mark on the deck a hatch opened from below and a shaped explosive charge blew a hole in its belly. Sa.s.sinak could see, on the screen, its troop hatch come partway open, and a tangle of armored limbs as the remaining men inside fought to get free. One by one they were picked off by marine snipers shooting from loopholes into the corridor. By now the second and third pods were open, unloading some of their troops. The second one then lumbered to the corner, and around to the left.
"Stupid," commented Arly, looking a little less pale. "They ought to realize we"d cover both ends."
"Not that stupid." Sa.s.sinak pointed. The enemy a.s.sault pod, moving at higher speed and without firing, was making a run for the end of the corridor. With enough momentum, it might trigger several traps, and open a path for those behind. Sure enough, the first shaped charge slowed, but did not stop it, and even after the second blew off one track, it still crabbed slowly down the pa.s.sage toward the barrage mirror. This slid aside to reveal one of the marines" own a.s.sault vehicles, which blew the turret off the invader before it could react to the mirror"s disappearance. Another shot smashed it nearly flat.
"That"s the last time I"ll complain about the extra ma.s.s on troop deck," said the Helm Officer. "I always thought it was a stupid waste, but then I never thought we"d have a shooting war inside."
"It"s not over yet," said Sa.s.s, who"d been watching the monitor covering the docking bay itself. Three more a.s.sault pods had entered, and now the foremost started toward the inner hatch. "We"re going to lose some tonnage before this is done." Even as she spoke, high access ports in the docking bay bulkheads slid aside to reveal the batteries that provided fire support in hostile landings. The weapons had been hastily remounted to fire down into the docking bay, with charges calculated to blow the docking bay contents - but not that quadrant of the cruiser. Even so, they could all feel the shocks through their bootsoles, as the big guns chewed the attackers" pods to bits. None of the troops in five of the pods escaped, but the foremost one managed to unload some into the corridor beyond, where they joined the remnants from the first three pods.
With frightening speed, that group split into teams and disappeared from the monitor"s view. Sa.s.sinak flicked through the quadrant monitors, picking up stray visuals: gray battle armor jogging here, flashes from weapons there. Fleet marine green armor sprawled gracelessly across a hatchway - she noted the location, and keyed it to the marine commander.
The computer, faster than any human, displayed a red tag for each invader, moving through the schematics of the cruiser. Marines were green tags, forming a cordon around the docking bay, and a backup cordon of ship"s crew, blue tags, closed off the quadrant.
Almost. Someone - Sa.s.sinak had no time then to think what someone - had left a cargo lift open on Troop Deck. Five red tags went in ... and the computer abruptly offered a split screen image, half of troop deck, and half of the schematic of the cargo lift destination. The lift paused, airing up as it pa.s.sed from the vacuum of the evacuated section to the pressurised levels. But it was headed for Main!
In one fluid motion, Sa.s.sinak slammed her helmet on and locked it, scooped her weapons off the console, and ran out the door. She tongued the biolink into place just under her right back molar, and felt/saw/heard the five who followed her out: two Wefts and two humans. Fury and exultation boiled in her veins.
The cargo lift opened onto the outer corridor, aft of the bridge and behind the galleys that served the officers" mess. Instead of going forward to the cross corridor, and then aft, Sa.s.sinak led her party through the wardroom, and the galley behind it. Through the exterior pickup, she could hear the invaders clomping noisily out of the lift, and in her helmet radio she could hear the marine commander even more noisily cursing the boneheaded son of a Ryxi egglayer who left the lift down and unlocked. Forward, the nearest guardpost on Main was in the angle near the forward docking bay. Aft, the same. Main Deck had not been built to be defended; it was never supposed to be subject to attack.
They heard the invaders heading aft; Sa.s.s"s computer link said all five were together. Cautiously, she eased the hatch open, and a blast of fire nearly took it apart and her hand with it. They were all together, but some of them were facing each way. Too late for surprise - and the standing guard might walk into this in a moment. Sa.s.sinak dove out the door and across the corridor, trusting her armor; she came to rest in the cargo lift itself, with a hotspot on her shoulder, but no real damage - and a good firing position. Behind her, the two Wefts went high, grabbing the overhead and skittering toward the enemy like giant crabs. The other humans stayed low.
Everyone fired: bolts of light and stunner buzzes and old fashioned projectiles that tore chunks from the bulkheads and deck. That was one of the enemy, and whatever it was fired rapidly, if none too accurately, knocking one of the Wefts off the bulkhead in pieces, and smashing a human into a b.l.o.o.d.y pulp. The other was wounded, huddled in the scant cover of the galley hatch. His weapon had been hit by projectiles, and the bent metal had skidded five meters or so down the corridor. One of the enemy went down, headless, but another one apparently recognized Sa.s.sinak by her white armor.
"That"s the captain," she heard on the exterior speaker other helmet. "Get him, and we"ve got the ship."
You"ve got the wrong s.e.x, Sa.s.sinak thought to herself, and you"re not about to get me or my ship. She braced her wrist and fired carefully. A smoking hole appeared in one gray-armored chest.
"He"s armed," said a surprised voice. "Captains don"t carry - " This time she checked her computer link first, and her needler burned a hole in the speaker"s helmet. Three down - and where was that Weft?
He was flattened to the overhead, trying to position a Security riot net over the two remaining, but they edged away aft, firing almost random shots at Sa.s.sinak and the Weft.
"Forget capture," Sa.s.sinak said into her helmet intercom. "Just get "em."
The Weft made a sound no human could, and shifted, impossibly fast, onto one of the enemy. Sa.s.sinak heard the terrified shriek over her speakers, but concentrated on shooting the last one. She lay there a moment, breathless, then hauled herself up and locked the cargo lift"s controls to a voice-only, bridge-crew only command. The forward guard peeked cautiously around the curve of the corridor, weapon ready. Sa.s.sinak waved, and spoke on the intercom.
"Got this bunch - you take over; I"m going back to the bridge." The Weft clinging to the dead enemy let go - reluctantly, Sa.s.sinak thought - and shifted back to human form. Inside his armor - a neat trick.
"I"ll call Med," he said. On the way back through the galley and wardroom, Sa.s.sinak queried the situation below. No other group had broken out; in fact, none had reached the outer cordon, and the marines had lost only five to the twenty-nine enemy dead. Two of the enemy had thrown plasma grenades, damaging the inner hull slightly, but Engineering was on it. The marine a.s.sault team was about to enter the escort, and someone on it had signalled a desire to surrender. "And I trust that like I"d trust a gambler"s dice," the marine commander said grimly.
Sa.s.sinak came back onto the bridge to find everyone helmeted and armed and as much in cover as the bridge allowed. She nodded, popped her helmet, and grinned at them, suddenly elated and ready to take on anything. Other helmets came off, the faces behind them smiling, too, but some still uncertain. Most of the consoles had red lights somewhere, blinking or steady . . . too many steady.
"Report," she said, and the reports began. With portable visual scanners, Engineering had finally gotten a view of the portside pod cl.u.s.ter.
"Not much left to work with," was the gruff comment. "We"ll have to use the replacement stores, and we may still be one or two short."
"But we can shift again?"
"Oh, aye, if that"s all you want. I wouldn"t go on another chase in FTL, though, not if you want to live to see your star. It"ll get us home, that"s about it. And that"s a.s.suming you find us a quiet place to work. From what I hear, they"re in short supply. We"ll need three to five days, and that"s for the pods alone. What you did to the portside docking bay is something else."
Sa.s.sinak shook her head. Engineering always thought the ship counted for more than anything else. "I didn"t blow that hole," she said, well aware that a court martial might think she"d been responsible anyway.
Fire Control was next, reporting that their external shields were still operative: to normal levels except in the damaged quadrant, where they would hold off minor weapons, and offer partial protection from larger ones. Their own distance weapons were in good shape, although the detection and ranging systems on the port side were not. "Soon as we can get someone outside, we can rig something on the midship vanes, and link it to the portside battle computers - except the one that got holed, of course."
Nav reported that they were almost out of LOS of the oncoming ships from the planet. "They only had a two minute window, and apparently were afraid of hitting their own ship: they didn"t fire, and they won"t be in position for the next five hours." Sa.s.sinak grimaced. Five hours wasn"t enough for any of the repairs, except - maybe - rigging the detector lines. And she still didn"t know how the fight for the escort was coming.
Just then the marine commander came on line, overriding another report. "Got it," he said. "And they didn"t get word off, either: we had to blow a hole in the bow, and they"re all dead - n.o.body to question - " Sa.s.sinak didn"t really care about that, not now. She didn"t want to worry about prisoners on board. "You wouldn"t believe this ship," he went on. "d.a.m.n thing"s stuffed with weaponry and a.s.sault gear: like a miniature battle platform. Most of the crew travels in coldsleep: that"s how they did it."
"Anything we need?" she asked, interrupting his recital. "Never mind - I"ll patch you to Engineering and Damage Control: if they"ve got components we can use, take "em . . . then clear the ship. Twenty minutes."
"Aye, captain." Med was next: eighteen wounded, including the man who"d been with Sa.s.s, and the Weft she"d thought was dead. Its central ring and one limb were still together, and Med announced smugly that Wefts could regenerate from that. Minor ring damage, but they"d sewn it up and put the whole thing in the freezer. Sa.s.sinak shivered, and glanced around to see if the other Weft had come back in yet. No. She looked at the bridge chronometer, and stared in disbelief. All that in less than fifteen minutes?
Chapter Eleven.
By the grace of whatever G.o.ds ruled this section of s.p.a.ce, they had a brief respite, and Sa.s.sinak intended to make the most of it. She had the grain of an idea that might work to buy them still more time. Now, however, her crew labored to dismantle the escort"s docking bay hatch - although not as large as their own, it could form part of the repair far more quickly than Engineering could fabricate a complete replacement. Another working party picked its way along the Zaid-Dayan"s Zaid-Dayan"s outer hull, rigging detector wires and dishes to replace the damaged portside detectors. Inside the cruiser, the marines hauled away the battered remains of the enemy a.s.sault pods, and stacked the corpses near the docking bay. That entire quadrant remained in vacuum. outer hull, rigging detector wires and dishes to replace the damaged portside detectors. Inside the cruiser, the marines hauled away the battered remains of the enemy a.s.sault pods, and stacked the corpses near the docking bay. That entire quadrant remained in vacuum.
Red lights began to wink off on consoles in the bridge. A spare targeting computer came online to replace the one destroyed by a chance shot, a minor leak in Environmental Systems was repaired without incident, and Engineering even found that a single portside pod could deliver power - it had merely lost its electrical connection when the others blew. One pod wasn"t enough to do much with, but everyone felt better nonetheless.
One hour into the safe period, Sa.s.sinak confirmed that the escort vessel had been stripped of everything Engineering thought they might need, and was empty, held to the cruiser by their tractor field.
"This is what I want to do," she explained to her senior officers.
"It"ll stretch our maneuvering capability," said Hollister, frowning. "Especially with that hole in the hull - "
"The moon"s airless - there"s not going to be any pressure problem," said Sa.s.s. "What I want to know is, have we got the power to decelerate, and has anyone seen a good place to go in?"
Bures, the senior Navigation Officer, shrugged. "If you wanted a rugged little moon to hide on, this one"s ideal. Getting away again without being spotted is going to be a ch.o.r.e - it"s open to surveillance from the ground and that other moon - but as long as we don"t move, and our stealth gear works?" Sa.s.sinak glanced at Hollister.
"That"s all right - and it"s the first time I"ve been happy with it where it is."
" - Then I can offer any patch of it," said Bures. " - the only thing regular about it is how irregular it is. And yes, before you ask, our surface systems are all functional."
The next half hour or so was frantic, as working parties moved the enemy corpses and attack pods into the escort - along with escape modules from the cruiser, a Fleet distress beacon and every bit of spare junk they had time to shift. Not all would fit back in, and cursing crewmen lashed nets of the stuff to the escort"s hull. Deep in the escort"s hull and among the wreckage in its docking bay, they placed powerful explosive charges. Last, and most important, the fuses, over whose timing and placement Arly fussed busily. Finally it was all done, and the cruiser"s tractor field turned off. The Zaid-Dayan"s Zaid-Dayan"s insystem drive caught hold again, easing the cruiser away from the other ship, now a floating bomb continuing on the trajectory both ships had shared. The cruiser decelerated still more, pushing its margin of safety to get to the moonlet"s surface before any of the pursuit could come in sight. insystem drive caught hold again, easing the cruiser away from the other ship, now a floating bomb continuing on the trajectory both ships had shared. The cruiser decelerated still more, pushing its margin of safety to get to the moonlet"s surface before any of the pursuit could come in sight.
It was only then that Sa.s.sinak remembered that Huron"s navigational computer, on the transport, was still slaved to the Zaid-Dayan"s Zaid-Dayan"s. She dared not contact him - had no way to warn him that the violent explosion about to occur was not the mutual destruction of two warships. The Fleet beacon would convince him - and he was not equipped to detect that the Zaid-Dayan"s Zaid-Dayan"s tiny IFF was not in the wreckage - only a Fleet ship could enable that. She looked at the navigational display - there, still boosting safely away, was the transport. She tapped the Nav code, and said, "Break Huron"s link." tiny IFF was not in the wreckage - only a Fleet ship could enable that. She looked at the navigational display - there, still boosting safely away, was the transport. She tapped the Nav code, and said, "Break Huron"s link."
A startled face looked back at her. "OmiG.o.d. I forgot." Bures"s thumb went down on the console and the coded tag for Huron"s ship went from Fleet blue to black neutral.
"I know. So did I - and he"s going to think the worst, unless it occurs to him that the link went quite a while first."
On the main screen, the situation plot showed the cruiser"s rapid descent to the moon"s surface. Navigation were all busy, muttering cryptic comments to one another and the computer; Helm stared silently at the steering display, with Engineering codes popping up along its edges: yellow, orange, and occasionally red. Sa.s.sinak called up a visual, and swallowed hard. She"d wanted broken ground, and that"s exactly what she saw. At least the radar data said it was solid, and the IR scan said it had no internal heat sources.
They were down, squeezed tight as a tick between two jagged slabs on the floor of a small crater, within eight seconds of Nav"s first estimate. Given the irregularity of the moon, this was remarkable, and Sa.s.sinak gave Nav a grin and thumbs-up. Ten seconds later, the escort blew, a vast pulse of EM, explosion of light, fountains of debris of every sort. And on the outward track, the Fleet distress beacon, screaming for help in every wavelength the designers could cram into it.
"That had me worried," Hollister admitted, grinning, as he watched it. "If that d.a.m.n thing had blown this way, they might have decided to come get it and shut it off. I had it wired to the far side, but still - "
"The G.o.ds love us," said Sa.s.s. She looked around, meeting all their eyes. "All right, people, we"ve done it so far: now we"ll be hiding out silently for awhile, until they"re convinced. Then repairs. Then I suppose we"d better explain to Fleet that we weren"t actually blown away."
They looked good, on the whole, she thought: still tense, but not too stressed, and confident. "Full stealth," she said, and they moved to comply, switching off non-essential systems, and powering up the big gray canisters amidships to do whatever they did however they did it.
There was still the matter of the person who caused the first disturbance, and Sa.s.sinak wondered why more trouble hadn"t surfaced during the fight. Surely that would have been the perfect time . . . unless she"d sent the subversive off with Huron, part of the boarding party. Her heart contracted. If she had - if he didn"t know, if he were killed because - she shook her head. No time for that. Huron had his own ship; he"d deal with it. She had to believe he could do it - and besides, she hadn"t any choice. Here, though - what about that cargo lift?
She called Major Currald, the marine commander, and asked who had been a.s.signed to secure the cargo lift when they cordoned the area.
"Captain, it"s my fault. I didn"t give specific orders - "
She looked at his broad face in the monitor. Subversive? Saboteur? She couldn"t believe it, not with his record and the way he"d handled the rest of the engagement. If he"d slipped much, the enemy would have won. "Very well," she said finally. "I"m holding a briefing in my quarters after the overpa.s.s - probably about four hours - we"re going to need your input, too." So. The cargo lift could be pure accident, or "Once is accident, twice is coincidence, and three times is enemy action." That reminded her to take it off bridge voice command, now that the fight was over. Once could be enemy action, too.
Sa.s.sinak had taken what precautions she could to ensure that only a few senior officers had access to controls for exterior systems. If her bridge crew wanted to sabotage her, there was really no way to prevent it. Now, with the ship on full stealth routine, all they could do was wait as the enemy"s ships appeared, and see if they accepted the evidence of a fierce and fatal struggle. Every kind of debris they might expect to find was there, and surely none of them had any idea what, precisely, the Zaid-Dayan Zaid-Dayan was. They would not know what total ma.s.s to expect. Besides, that Fleet beacon screeching its electronic head off was not the sort of thing a live captain wanted reporting on his or her actions. She winced, thinking of what would happen when its signal finally reached a Fleet relay station, if she hadn"t managed to get word through on a sublight link earlier. She had better have a whole ship, and a live crew, and a good story to tell. was. They would not know what total ma.s.s to expect. Besides, that Fleet beacon screeching its electronic head off was not the sort of thing a live captain wanted reporting on his or her actions. She winced, thinking of what would happen when its signal finally reached a Fleet relay station, if she hadn"t managed to get word through on a sublight link earlier. She had better have a whole ship, and a live crew, and a good story to tell.
In the meantime, they had another hour and a bit to wait until the first of the enemy ships came into scan. Miserable as it was, they should stay in their protective gear until it was obvious that the enemy had accepted the scam. Not that a suit would really keep anyone alive long on that moonlet, but - "Coffee, captain?" Sa.s.sinak glanced around, and smiled at the steward with a tray of mugs. She was, she realized, feeling the letdown after battle. She waved him toward the rest of the bridge crew. They could all use something. But she had something better than coffee ... a private vice, as Abe had called her leftover sweet tooth. She always kept some in her emergency gear, and this was just the time for it ... chocolate, rare and expensive. And addictive, the medical teams said, but no worse than coffee. She left her mug cooling on the edge of her console as the thin brown wedge went into her mouth. Much better. As they waited, the crew settled again to routine tasks, and Sa.s.sinak a.s.sessed their mood. They had gained confidence - she liked the calm but determined expressions, the clear eyes and steady voices. Most of the bridge crew made an excuse to speak to her; she sensed their approval and trust.
The first enemy vessel appeared on scan, high and fast, a streak across their narrow wedge of vision. It continued with no visible sign of burn or course change; the computer confirmed. Another, lower, from the other side, followed within an hour. This one flooded the moonlet with targeting radar impulses . . . which the Zaid-Dayan Zaid-Dayan pa.s.sively absorbed, a.n.a.lyzed, and reflected as if it were just another big rock. Over the next couple of hours, three more of the small ships crossed their scan; none of them changed course or showed any interest in the moon. pa.s.sively absorbed, a.n.a.lyzed, and reflected as if it were just another big rock. Over the next couple of hours, three more of the small ships crossed their scan; none of them changed course or showed any interest in the moon.
"I don"t expect any of them carrying the fuel to hang around and search," said Hollister. "If they were going to, they"d have to get into a stable orbit - which this thing doesn"t encourage."
"And I"m glad of it." Sa.s.sinak stretched. "Gah! I can"t believe I"m stiff after that little bit of running - "
"And getting shot at. Did you know your back armor"s nearly melted through?"
So that had been the hotspot she"d felt. "Is it? And I thought they"d missed. Now - do you suppose that other escort is going to show up - and if it is, do they have it crammed with as much armament?"
"Yes, and yes, but probably not for another couple of hours. The little ships will have told them about the explosion. Wish we could pick up their transmissions."
"Me, too. Unfortunately, they don"t all speak Standard, or anything close to it."
Finally, the steward came again to pick up the dirty mugs, and gave Sa.s.sinak a worried look. "Anything wrong, captain?"
"No - thanks for the thought. I just indulged my taste for chocolate instead. Tell you what - I"m briefing the senior officers in my office in - " she looked at the chronometer, " - about fifteen minutes. Why don"t you bring a pot of coffee in there, and something to eat, too. We"ll be there awhile." The steward nodded and left. Sa.s.sinak turned to the others. "Bridge crew, you can get out of armor, if you want: have your reliefs stand by in case. Terrell - " This to her new Executive Officer, a round-faced young man.
"Yes, captain?"
"Take the bridge, and tell the cooks to serve the crew coffee or some other stimulant at their duty stations. As soon as we"re sure that cruiser isn"t onto us, we"ll stand down and give everyone a rest, but not quite yet. I"ll be in my office, but I"m going to the cabin first." Sa.s.sinak went aft to her cabin, got out of the armored suit, and saw that the beam had charred a streak across her uniform under it. Grimacing, she worked it off her shoulder, and peered at the damage in her mirror. A red streak, maybe a couple of blisters; she"d peel a little, that was all. It didn"t hurt, really, although it was stiffening up. She grinned at her reflection: not bad for forty-six, not bad at all. Not a silver strand in that night-dark hair, no wrinkles around the eyes - or anywhere else, for that matter. Not for the first time she shook her head at her own vanity, ducked into the stall, and let the fine spray wash away sweat and fatigue. A clean, unmarked uniform, a quick brush to her curly hair, and she was ready to face the officers again.
In her office, her senior officers waited; she saw by their faces that they appreciated this effort: nothing could be too wrong if the captain appeared freshly groomed and serenely elegant. Two stewards had brought a large pot of coffee and tray of food: pastries and sandwiches. Sa.s.sinak dismissed the stewards, with thanks, and left the food on the warmer.
"Well, now," she said, slipping into her chair behind the broad fonwood desk, "we"ve solved several problems today - "
"Created a few, too. Who let off that firecracker, d"you know?"
"No, I don"t. That"s a problem, and it"s part of another one I"ll mention later. First, though, I want to commend all of you: you and your people."
"Sorry about that cargo lift - " began Major Currald.
"And I"m sorry about your casualties. Major. Those here and those on the transport both. But we wouldn"t have had much chance without you. I want to thank you, in particular, for recommending that we split the marines between us as we did. What I really want to do, though, is let you all in on a cla.s.sified portion of our mission." She tapped the desk console to seal the room to intrusive devices, and nodded as eyebrows went up around the room. "Yes, it"s important, and yes, it has a bearing on what happened today. Fleet advised me - has advised all captains, I understand - of something we"ve all known or suspected for some time. Security"s compromised, and Fleet no longer considers its personnel background screening reliable. We were told that we should expect at least one hostile agent on each ship - to look for them, neutralize their activities, if we could, and not report them back through normal channels." She let that sink in a moment. When Hollister lifted his hand she nodded.
"Did you get any kind of guidance at all, captain? Were they suspecting enlisted? Officers?" His eye traveled on to Currald, whose bulk dwarfed the rest of them, but he didn"t say it.
Sa.s.sinak shook her head. "None. We were to suspect everyone - any personnel file might have been tampered with, and any apparent political group might be involved. They specifically stated that Fleet Security believes most heavyworlders in Fleet are loyal, that Wefts have never shown any hint of disloyalty, said that religious minorities, apart from political movements, are considered unlikely candidates. But aside from that, everyone from the sailor swabbing a latrine to my Executive Officer."
"But you"re telling us," said Arly, head c.o.c.ked.
"Yes. I"m telling you because, first of all, I trust you. We just came through a fairly stiff engagement; we all know it could have ended another way. I believe you"re all loyal to Fleet, and through Fleet to the FSP. Besides, if my bridge crew and senior officers are, singly or together, disloyal, then I"m unlikely to be able to counter it. You have too much autonomy; you have to have it. And there we were, right where you could have sabotaged me and the whole mission, and instead you performed brilliantly: I"m not going to distrust that. We need to trust each other, and I"m starting here."
"Do you have any ideas?" asked Danyan, one of the Wefts who had been in the firing party. "Any clues at all?"
"Not yet. Today we had two incidents: the firing of an unauthorized missile which gave away our position, and the cargo lift being left unlocked in an area which could easily be penetrated. The first I must a.s.sume was intentional: in twenty years as a Fleet officer, I have never known anyone to fire a missile accidentally once out of training. The second could have been accidental or intentional. Major Currald takes responsibility for it, and thinks it was an accident; I"ll accept that for now. But the first. . . Arly, who could have fired that thing?"
The younger woman frowned thoughtfully. "I"ve been trying to think, but haven"t really had time - things kept happening - "
"Try now."
"Well - I could, but I didn"t. My two techs on the bridge could have, but I think I"d have seen them do it - I can"t swear to that, but I"m used to their movements, and it"d take five or six strokes. At that time, the quadrant weaponry was on local control - at least partly. Ordinarily, in stealth mode, I have a tech at each station. That"s partly to keep crew away, so that accidents won"t happen. That went out of quad three, and there were two techs on station. Adis and Veron, both advanced-second. Beyond that, though, someone could have activated an individual missile with any of several control panels, if they"d had previous access to it, to change its response frequency."
"What would they know about the status of any engagement?" asked Sa.s.s.
"What I"d said today, was that we were insystem with those slavers, trying to lie low and trap them. Keep a low profile, but be ready to respond instantly if the captain needed us, because we probably would get in a row, and it would happen fast. I"d have expected them to be onstation, but not propped: several keystrokes from a launch, though not more than a five second delay."
"The whole crew knew we were trailing slavers, captain," said Nav. "I expect the marines, too - ?" The marine commander nodded. "So they"d know when we came out of FTL that we were reasonably close. Full-stealth-mode"s a shipwide announcement . . . easy enough for an agent to realize that"s just when you don"t want a missile launched."