On such a small ship, the drill required everyone to stay in die pods until all had reported in. Dupaynil listened to die ship"s com as die pods filled. He
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diat die captain would preserve the fiction of a real drill. If nothing else, to cover his tracks with his Exec, and actually enter and lock off his own pod.
Things could get very sticky indeed if the captain discovered before entering his own pod, diat Dupaynil had some of his crew locked away. Four were already "podded" when Dupaynil checked in. He secured dieir pods. It might be better to wait until everyone was in. But if some came out, then he"d be in worse trouble. If tiiey obeyed the drill procedures, diey wouldn"t know they were locked in until he had full control.
One after another, so quickly he had some trouble to keep up widi diem, the others made it into dieir pods and dogged die hatches. Eight, nine (die senior mate, he was glad to notice). Only the officers and one enlisted left.
"Captain! There"s something . . ."
The senior mate. Naturally. Dupaynil had not been able to interfere with die ship"s intercom and reconfigure the pod controls. The mate must have planned to duck into his pod just long enough to register his presence on die computer, then come out to help die captain s.p.a.ce Dupaynil.
Even as die mate spoke, Dupaynil activated all his latent sensors. Detection be d.a.m.ned! They knew he was onto diem, and he needed all die data he could get. His control locks had better work! He was out of his own escape pod, widi a tiny b.u.t.ton-phone in his ear and his hand-held control panel.
Ollery and Panis were on the bridge. Even as Dupaynil moved forward, the last crewman checked into his pod and Dupaynil locked it down. Apparently he hadn"t heard die mate.
That left the captain and that very new executive officer who would probably believe whatever the cap-tain told him. He dogged down the hatch of his escape pod manually. From the corridor, it would look as if he were in it.
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might not. So his first move was to the adjoining pods where he smashed the control panels beside each hatch. Pod fourteen, his own, was aftmost on the main corridor side, which meant he could ensure that no enemy appeared behind him. He would have to work his way back and forth between corridors though. Luckily the fifteenth pod was empty, and so was the thirteenth. Although the pods were numbered without using traditionally unlucky thirteen, most crews avoided the one that would have been thirteen. Stupid superst.i.tion, Dupaynil thought, but it helped him now.
Although he was sure he remembered which crew members were where, he checked on his handcomp and disabled the mate"s pod controls next. Pod nine was off the alternate pa.s.sage. He"d had to squeeze through a connecting pa.s.sage and go forward past "14A" (the unlucky one) and pod eleven. From there he went back to disable pod eleven and checked to be sure the other two on that side were actually empty. It was not unknown for a lazy crewmember to check into the nearest una.s.signed pod.
He wondered all the while just what the captain was doing. Not to mention the Exec. If only he"d been able to get a mil-channel tap on the bridge! He had just edged into the narrow cross pa.s.sage between the main and alternate pa.s.sages when he heard a feint noise and saw an emergency hatch slide across in front of him. Ollery had put the ship on alert, with full part.i.tioning.
/ should have foreseen that, Dupaynil thought. With a frantic lurch, he got his hands on its edge. The safety valve hissed at him but held the door still while he wriggled through the narrow gap. Now he was in the main corridor. Across from him he could see the recesses for pods ten and eight. He disabled their manual controls, one after another, working as quickly as he could but not worrying about noise. Just aft, another part.i.tion had come down, gray steel barrier between him and the pods fiirther aft. But, when he first got out, he had disabled pod twelve. Just forward, another.
A thin hiss, almost at the edge of his hearing, stopped him just as he reached it. None of the possibilities
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looked good. He knew that Ollery could evacuate the air from each compartment and his pressure suit had only a two-hour supply. Less, if he was active. Explosive decompression wasn"t likely, though he had no idea just how fast emergency decomp was. He had not sealed his bubble-helmet. He"d wanted to hear whatever was there to be heard. That hiss could be Ollery or Panis cutting through the part.i.tion with a weapon, something like a needier.
In the short stretch of corridor between the part.i.tions, he had no place to hide. All compartment hatches sealed when the ship was on alert. Even if he had been able to get into the galley, it offered no concealment. Two steps forward, one back. What would Sa.s.sinak have done in his place? Found an access hatch, no doubt, or known something about the ship"s controls that would have let her get out of this trap and ensnare Ollery at the same time. She would certainly have known where every pipe went and what was in it, what each wire and switch was for. Dupaynil could think of nothing.
It was interesting, if you looked at it that way, that Ollery hadn"t tried to contact him on the ship"s intercom. Did he even know Dupaynil was out of the pod? He must. He had normal ship"s scans available in every compartment. Dupaynil"s own sensors showed that the pods he had sealed were still sealed, their occupants safely out of the fight. Two blobs erf light on a tiny screen were the captain and Panis on the bridge, right ; where they should be. Then one of them started down the alternate pa.s.sage, slowly. He could not tell which it was, but logic said the captain had told Panis to investigate. Logic smirked when Ollery"s voice came over the tatercom only moments later.
"Check every compartment. I want voice report on fnything out of the ordinary."
" He could not hear the Jig"s reply. He must be wear-; f.a.g a pressure suit and using its com unit to report. .Didn"t the captain realize that Dupaynil could hear the ^intercom? Or didn"t he care? Meanwhile there was his problem: that emergency part.i.tion. Dupaynil de- 132.
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cided that the hissing was merely an air leak between compartments, an ill-fitting part.i.tion, and set to work to override its controls.
Several hot, sweaty minutes later, he had the thing shoved back in its recess, and edged past. The main pa.s.sage forward looked deceptively ordinary, all visible hatches closed, nothing moving on the scarred tiles of the deck, no movement shimmering on the gleaming green bulkheads. Ahead, he could see another part.i.tion. Beyond it, he knew, the pa.s.sage curved inboard and went up a half-flight of steps to reach Main Deck and access to the bridge and three escape pods there.
Dupaynil stopped to disable the manual controls on pods six and four. Now only three pods might still be a problem: five and seven, the two most forward on the alternate pa.s.sage, and pod three, accessible from the bridge and a.s.signed to the weapons tech. Tliat one he could disable on his way to the bridge, a.s.suming he could get through this next part.i.tion. Five and seven? Panis might be able to open them from outside, although the controls would not work normally.
How long would it take him? Would he even think of it? Would the captain try to free the man in pod three? At least the odds against him had dropped. Even if they got all three out, it would still be only five to one, rather than twelve to one. With this much success came returning confidence, almost ebullience. He reminded himself that he had not won the war yet. Not even the first battle. Just a preliminary skirmish, which could all come undone if he lost the next bit.
"I don"t care if it looks normal," he heard on the intercom. "Try to undog those hatches and let Siris out."
Blast. Ollery was not entirely stupid. Panis must be looking at pod five. Siri: data tech, the specialist in computers, sensors, all that. Dupaynil worked at the forward part.i.tion, hoping Ollery would be more interested in following his Exec"s progress, would trust to the part.i.tion to hold him back. A long pause, in which his own breathing sounded ragged and loud in the empty, silent pa.s.sage.
Then: "I don"t care what it takes, open it"
At least some of his reworking held against outside tampering. Dupaynil spared no time for smugness, as the forward part.i.tion was giving him more trouble than the one before. If he"d only had his complete kit ... But there, it gave, sliding back into its slot with almost sentient reluctance to disobey the computer. Here the pa.s.sage curved and he could not get all the way to die steps. Dupaynil flattened himself along the inside bulkhead, looking at the gleaming surface across from him for any moving reflections. Lucky for him that Ollery insisted on Fleet-tike order and cleanliness. Dupaynil found it surprising. He"d always a.s.sumed that renegades would be dirty and disorderly. But the ship would have to pa.s.s Fleet inspections, whether its crew were loyal or not.
He waited. Nothing moved. He edged cautiously forward, with frequent glances at his handcomp. The captain"s blob stayed where it had been. Panis"s was still in the alternate pa.s.sage near the hatch of pod five. At the foot of the steps, he paused. Above was the landing outside the bridge proper, with the hatches of three pods on his left. One and two would be open: the a.s.signed pods for captain and Exec. Three would be dosed, with the weapons tech inside. The hatch to the bridge would be closed, unless Panis had left it open when he went hunting trouble. If it was open, the captain would not fail to hear Dupaynil coming. Even if he weren"t monitoring his sensors, and he would be, jhe"d know exactly where Dupaynil was. And once Dupaynil came to the landing, he could see him out the Open hatch. If it was open.
Had Panis left the bridge hatch open? Had he left the part.i.tion into the alternate corridor open? It would fluke sense to do so. Even though the captain could Control the part.i.tions individually from the bridge, over-the computer"s programming, that would take a seconds. If the captain suspected he might need , he would want those part.i.tions back so that Panis any freed crewmen had easy access.
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deeply. One. Two. No sound from above, and he could not see the bridge hatch without being visible from it. Another step, and another. If he had had time, if he had had his entire toolkit, he would have had taps in place and would know if that hatch . . .
A clamor broke out on the other side of the ship, crashing metal, cries. And, above him and around the curve, the captain"s voice both live and over the intercom.
"Go on, Sins!"
Then the clatter of feet, as the captain left the bridge (no sound of the hatch opening: it had been open) and headed down the alternate pa.s.sage. Dupaynil had no idea what was going on, but he shot up the last few steps, and poked his head into the upper end of the alternate corridor. And saw the captain"s back, headed aft, with some weapon, probably a needier, in his clenched fist. There were yells from both Panis and the man he had freed.
It burst on Dupaynil suddenly that the Ollery intended to kill his Exec. Either because he thought he was in league with Dupaynil or was using this excuse to claim he"d mutinied. Dupaynil launched himself after the captain, hoping that the crewman wasn"t armed. Panis and Sins were still thrashing on the floor. Dupaynil could see only a whirling confusion of suit-clad bodies. Their cries and the sound of the blows covered his own approach. Ollery stood above them, clearly waiting his chance to shoot. Dupaynil saw the young officer"s face recognize his captain, and his captain"s intent. His expression changed from astonishment to horror.
Then Dupaynil flipped his slim black wire around the captain"s neck and putted. The captain bucked, sagged, and dropped, still twitching but harmless. Dupaynil caught up the needier that the crewman reached for, stepping on the man"s wrist with deceptive grace. He could feel the bones grate beneath his heel.
"But what? But who?" Panis, disheveled, one eye already blackening, had the presence of mind to keep a firm controlling grip on the crewman"s other arm.
Dupaynil smiled. "Let"s get this one under control first," he said.
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"I don"t know what happened," Panis went on. "Something"s wrong with the escape pod hatches. It took forever to get this one open, and then Siris jumped me, and the captain-" His voice trailed away as he glanced at the captain lying purple-faced on the deck.
Siris tried a quick heave but the Jig held on. Dupaynil let bis heel settle more firmly on the wrist. The man cursed viciously.
"Don"t do that," Dupaynil said to him, waving the needier in front of him. "If you should get loose from Jig Panis, I would simply kill you. Although you might prefer that to trial. Would you?"
Siris lay still, breathing heavily. Panis had planted a few good ones on him, too. His face was bruised and he had a split lip which he licked nervously. Dupaynil felt no sympathy. Still watching Siris for trouble, he spoke to Panis.
"Your captain was engaged in illegal activities. He planned to kill both of us." Even as he spoke, he wondered if he could possibly convince a Board of Inquiry that the entire scheme, including the rewired escape pod controls, had been the captain"s. Probably not, but it was worth considering in the days ahead.
"I can"t believe ..." Again Panis"s voice trailed away. He could believe; he had seen that needier in his captain"s hand, heard what the captain said. "And you"re?"
"Fleet Security, as you know. Apparently that spooked Major Ollery, convinced him that I was on his trail. I wasn"t, as a matter of fact."
"Liar!" said Siris.
Dupaynil favored him with a smile that he hoped combined injured innocence with predatory glee. It must have succeeded for the man paled and gulped.
"I don"t bother to lie," he said quietly, "when truth is so useful." He went on with his explanation. "When I found that the captain planned to kill me and that you were not part of the conspiracy, I a.s.sumed he"d kill you, too, so he wouldn"t have to worry about any un-Jhendly witness. Now! As the officer next in command, you are now technically captain of this ship, which 136.
means that you decide what we do with Sins here. I would not recommend just letting him go!"
"No." The Jig"s face had a curious inward expression that Dupaynil took to mean he was trying to catch up to events. "No, I can see that. But," and he looked at Dupaynil, taking in his rank insignia. "But, sir, you"re senior."
"Not on this vessel." Curse the boy! Couldn"t he see that he had to take command? Sa.s.sinak would have, in a flash.
"Right." It had taken him longer, but he came to the same decision; Dupaynil had to applaud that. "Then we need to get this fellow-Siris-into confinement."
"May I suggest the escape pod he just came out of? As you know, the controls no longer respond normally. He won"t be able to get out, and he won"t be able to eject from the ship."
"NO!" Dupaynil could not tell if it was fury or fright. "I"m not going back in there. I"d die before you get anywhere!"
"Frankly, I don"t much care," Dupaynil said. "But you will have access to coldsleep. You know there"s a cabinet built in."
Siris let fly the usual stream of curses, vicious and unimaginative. Dupaynil thought the senior mate would have done better, although he had no intention of letting him loose to try. Panis squirmed out of his awkward position, half-under the crewman, without losing his grip on the man"s shoulder and arm or getting between Du-paynil"s needier and Siris. Then he rolled clear, evading a last frantic s.n.a.t.c.h at his ankles. Dupaynil put all his weight on the trapped wrist for an instant, bringing a gasp of pain from Siris, then stepped back, covering him with the weapon. In any event, Siris went into the escape pod without more struggle, though threatening them both with the worst that his illicit colleagues could do.
"They"ll get you!" he said, as Panis closed the hatch, Dupaynil aiming through the narrowing crack just in case. "You don"t even know who it"ll"be. They"re in the Fleet, all through it, all the way up, and you"ll wish you"d never ..."
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With a solid chunk, the hatch closed and Panis followed Dupaynil"s instructions in securing it. Then he met Dupaynil"s eyes, with only the barest glance at the needier still in Dupaynil"s hand.
"Well, Commander, either you"re honest and I"m safe, or you"re about to plug me and make up your own story about what happened. Or you still have doubts about me."
Dupaynil laughed. "Not after seeing the captain ready to kill you, I don"t. But I"m sure you have questions of your own and will be a lot more comfortable when I"m not holding a weapon on you. Here." He handed over the needier, b.u.t.t first.
Panis took it, thumbed off the power, and stuck it through one of the loops of his pressure suit.
"Thanks." Panis ran one bruised hand over his battered face. "This is not ... quite . . . like anything they taught us." He took another long breath, with a pause in the middle as if his ribs hurt. "I suppose I"d better get to the bridge and log all this." His gaze dropped to the motionless crumpled shape of Ollery on the deck. "Is he?"
"He"d better be," said Dupaynil, kneeling to feel Ollery"s neck for a pulse. Nothing, now. That solved the problem of what to do if he"d been alive but critically injured. "Dead," he went on.
"You ... uh ..."
"Strangled him, yes. Not a gentlemanly thing to do, but I had no other weapon and he was about to kill you."
"I"m not complaining." Panis looked steadier now and met Dupaynil"s eyes. "Well. If I"m in command? And you"re right, I"m supposed to be, I"d best log this. Then we"ll come back and put his body ..." he finished lamely, "somewhere."
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Diplo Although Zebara had said that few oflworlders knew about, had ever seen or heard, Zilmach"s opera, Lunzie found the next morning that some of the medical team had heard more than enough. Bias waylaid her in the entrance of the medical building where they worked. Before Lunzie could even say "Good morning," he was off.
"I don"t know what you think you"re doing," he said in a savage tone that brought heads around, though his voice was low. "I don"t know if it"s an aberration induced by your protracted coldsleep or a perverse desire to appease those who hurt you on Ireta ..."
"Bias!" Lunzie tried to shake his hand away from her arm but he would not let go.
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