Lunzie felt cold all over, then a white-hot rage. "It"s . . . it"s murder. Intentional murder!"
"Not under the laws of FSP at the time. Or even now. We couldn"t prove it. I say "we," but you know I mean those in Diplo"s government at the time. Anyway, when the ships came again, they found the survivors; the women, the children, and a few young men who had been children in the Long Winter. The first ship down affected not to know that anything had happened. To be surprised! But one of the Company reps on the second ship got drunk and let some of this out."
She could think of nothing adequate to say. Luckily he didn"t seem to expect anything. After a few moments, he went back to family matters, telling her of his hopes for them. Gradually her mind quieted. By the time they parted, she carried away another memory as sweet as her first. It had no longer seemed perverse to have an old man"s hands touching her, an old man"s love still urgent after all those years.
Chapter Ten.
FSP Escort Claw Dupaynil led the way back toward the bridge, walking steadily and slowly. The young officer would still be wondering, might still wish he had Dupaynil under guard. Except that there was no guard. He would feel safer with Dupaynil in front of him, calm and unhurried. At the landing outside the bridge, Dupaynil said over his shoulder, "If you don"t mind, I"d like to finish disabling the pod locks on pod three."
"Who"s in there?"
"Your weapons tech. So far as I know, all the crew were in this with Ollery. They"re all dangerous, but this one particularly so."
Pauls frowned. "Suppose we run into something we need to fight?"
"We"d better not. We can"t trust him. I don"t think he can get out by himself. At least not without your help. But he and Sins had the best chance of figuring out what I did and undoing it, even with the minima] toolkits standard in pods."
"You may be right, but, look, I want to log at least some of this first. And I want you with me."
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Dupaynil shrugged and moved onto the bridge. He thought it would be hours before the weapons tech could possibly get out. At the moment, gaining Panis"s confidence took precedence. They settled in uneasy silence, Panis in the command seat and Dupaynil in the one in which he"d first seen the master mate.
He said nothing while Panis made a formal entry in die ship"s computer, stating the date and time that he a.s.sumed command, and the code under which he would file a complete report. The computer"s response to change of command, Dupaynil noticed, was to recheck Panis"s retinal scans, palmprint, and voiceprint against its memory of him. Dupaynil would have had a hard time taking over if something had happened to Panis. He asked about that.
"Not as ship commander, no sir. You might have convinced it that you were a disaster survivor. You were logged in as a legitimate pa.s.senger. But you wouldn"t have been given access to secure files or allowed to make any course changes. It would"ve given you lifesupport access: water, food, kept the main compartments aired up. That"s all. And the ship would have launched an automatic distress signal when it dropped out of FTL."
"I see. There are files in the computer, Captain, which will provide evidence needed to confirm Ollery"s treachery."
Dupaynil noticed that Panis reacted to the use of his new t.i.tle with a minute straightening; a good sign. He did not mention that he had penetrated some of the computer"s secure files already. Maintenance wasn"t what he would call secure. Panis glanced over.
"I suppose you"d like me to access them. Although I"d think that would be a matter for Fleet Security." Dupaynil said nothing and waited. Panis suddenly grimaced. "Of course. You are Fleet Security, at least part of it. Or so you say." Wariness became him. He seemed to mature almost visibly as Dupaynil watched.
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reluctance to let me meddle in the files, just in case. Right?"
"Right." Panis shook his head. "And I thought I was lucky to be yanked off a battle platform where I was one of a hundred Jigs, to be executive officer on an escort! Maybe something will happen, I said."
"Something did." Dupaynil grinned at him, the easy smile that had won over more than one who had had suspicions of him. "And you survived, acquitted yourself well. I a.s.sure you, if you can bring in the evidence that shows just where the agents of piracy are in Fleet, you"ll have made your mark."
"Piracy!" Panis started to say more, then held up his hand. "No, not this moment. Let me log the first of it, and we"ll get into that later."
This was a ship"s captain speaking, however inexperienced. Dupaynil nodded and waited. The Jig"s verbal report was surprisingly orderly and concise for someone who had narrowly escaped death and still had ripening bruises on his face. Dupaynil"s opinion of him went up another two notches, and then a third when Panis waved him over to the command input station.
"I"d like your report, too, sir. Lieutenant Commander Dupaynil, taken aboard Clow on resupply station 64, Fleet Standard dating . . . Computer?" The computer checked the date and time, and flashed it on Pani"s screen. "Right! 23.05.34.0247. Transfer from the cruiser Zaid-Dayan, Commander Sa.s.sinak commanding, with orders from Inspector-General Parchandri to proceed to Seti s.p.a.ce on a secret mission. Is that right, sir?"
"Right," said Dupaynil. Was this the time to mention that he thought those orders were iaked? Probably not. At least, not without thinking about it a bit more. He didn"t think Sa.s.sinak had intended to tangle him with planet pirates or their allies. If he said his orders were faked, that would drag her into it.
"Then if you"ll give your report, Commander," and Panis handed him the microphone.
Carefully, trying to think ahead to the implications of his report, Dupaynil told how his suspicions had been
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aroused by the length of time the crew had been together and the captain"s att.i.tude.
"Escort and patrol crews are never left unshuffled for more than one 24 month tour," he said. "Precisely because these ships are hard to track and very dangerous, and small enough for one or two mutineers to take over. Five years without a shuffle is simply impossible. Someone in Personnel had to be in the plot, to cover the records." He went on to tell about setting some surveillance taps and hearing the senior mate and captain discuss his murder. "They said enough about their contacts in both Fleet and certain politically powerful families to convince me that information we"ve been seeking for years could well be on this ship. Agents aren"t supposed to write things down, but they all do it. Names, dates, places to meet, codes: no one can remember all of it. Either in hardcopy or in die computer. And they knew it, because they were afraid I"d get access to those files." He finished with a brief account of his sabotage of the escape pods, and his actions during and after the drill.
"Do you have any evidence now to support these allegations?" asked Panis.
"I have the recording from that audio tap. There may be data in the other taps. I haven"t had time to look at diem."
"I"d like to hear what you have," Panis said.
"It"s in my cabin." At Panis"s expression, Dupaynil shrugged. "Either I would make it through alive to retrieve it or I"d be dead and it might, just might, survive me. Not on my body, which they"d search. May I get it for you?"
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played, Panis"s expression changed through suspicion to surprise to, at the end, anger.
"b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!" he said, when the sound ceased and Dupaynil picked up the cube again. "I knew they didn"t like you, but I never thought . . . And then to be in league with planet pirates! Who"s that Lady Luisa they were talking about?"
"Luisa Paraden. Aunt, by the way, of the Randolph Paraden who was expelled from the Academy because Commander Sa.s.sinak proved he was involved in theft, s.e.xual harra.s.sment, and racial discrimination against Wefts. They were cadets at the same time."
"I never heard that."
Dupaynil smiled sardonically. "Of course not. It wasn"t advertised. But, if you ever wonder why Commander Sa.s.sinak has a Weft following, that"s one reason. When Ollery was trying to get me to gossip about her, that"s one of the things he mentioned. And it made me suspicious: he shouldn"t have known. It was kept very quiet."
"And you think there"s more evidence in the ship"s computer?"
"Yes, you heard what they said. Probably even more in their personal gear. But you"re the captain, Panis. You"re in legal command. I believe that you recognize we"re both in a very tricky situation. We have one dead former captain and eleven live crew imprisoned in escape pods. If we should run into some of the other renegades, especially some of Ollery"s friends, we could be shot for mutiny and murder before we ever got that evidence to a court martial."
Panis touched his swelling face gingerly, then grinned. "Then we"d better not get caught."
In the time it took to lug Ollery"s body to a storage bay and to disable the controls on the last occupied pod, Dupaynil figured out what to do about his faked orders. He could blame them on the traitor in the Inspector General"s office. Sa.s.sinak would never reveal the real source. He was fairly sure he could never get Ssli testimony incriminating her. In feet, it was only a guess that she had done it. It was not in the interest of Fleet or the FSP that she be blamed, even though
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she"d done it. But it was entirely in the interests of the Fleet to bring as many charges as possible against those guilty of conniving at planet piracy.
He thought through the whole chain of events. Would it have made sense for such a traitor to a.s.sign him to Claw and get him killed? Certainly, if they considered Sa.s.sinak a threat and they knew he"d been working with her. They"d disrupted a profitable scam on Ireta. He"d uncovered one of their agents on the Zaid-Dayan. He was dangerous to them in himself, and they"d taken the opportunity to get him away from Sa.s.sinak.
He could almost believe that. It made sense, criminal sense. But if it were true, Ollery or the mate who he suspected of being the senior within the criminal organization, should have known from the beginning about him, should not have needed to discover his taps to suspect him. Of course, there were always glitches in the transfer of data within an organization. Perhaps the message explaining him to Ollery was even now back at the supply station.
Panis had let him do a bit of first aid, a sign of trust that Dupaynil valued. The jig"s bruised face wasn"t all the damage. He had a ma.s.sive bruise along his ribs on one side.
"Ollery," he said when Dupaynil raised his eyebrows at it. "That"s when I realized, or at least, I didn"t know what was going on. Siris had me down, and then I saw die captain with the needier. He yelled for Siris to roll aside, and kicked me, and then you ..."
"Yes," said Dupaynil, interrupting that. "And it"s going to hurt you to breathe for awhile. Well have to keep an eye on your color, make sure you don"t start collecting fluid in that lung. Why don"t you start teaching me what I need to know to do the heavy work while we"re going wherever we"re going? You don"t need to be hauling up and down ladders."
He had had Panis fetch a clean uniform from his quarters, and now helped him into it. Ice for the bruises. At least they had plenty of that. He mentioned the bay fiill of water ice and suggested thawing some for showers.
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"III tell you another thing that bothers me," Dupaynil said with disarming frankness when they were back on the bridge. "I"m no longer sure that my orders to leave the Zaid-Dayan and board this ship were genuine."
"What? You think someone sent false orders?" Dupaynil nodded. "My orders carried an initiation code that really upset Commander Sa.s.sinak. She claimed she"d seen it before, years ago, right before someone tried to kill her, on her first cruise. I always thought that initiation code simply meant the Inspector General"s office. One particular comp station, say, or a particular officer. But even she thought it was strange that she had to put in at a supply station. That I was being yanked off her ship when she had previous orders that all of us were to appear as witnesses in the Ireta trial." He had explained the bare outline of that toPanis. "I could hardly believe it, but they"d come by IFTL link. No chance of interference. But you heard what they said on tape and what Sins said. If there are high-placed traitors in Fleet, especially in Personnel a.s.signment, and there"d almost have to be for this crew to have stayed together so long, it would be no trick at all to have me transferred."
"Hard to prove," Panis said, sipping a mug of hot soup.
"Worse than that." Dupaynil spread his hands. "Say that"s what happened and they expected me to be killed, with a good excuse, like that malfunctioning escape pod. They still might take the precaution of wiping all records of those orders out of the computers. Suppose they try to claim Commander Sa.s.sinak or 1 faked those orders. Then, if I turn up alive, they can get me on that. If I don"t, they can go after her. She"s caused them a lot of trouble over the years, and I"d bet Randy Paraden still holds a big, p.r.i.c.kly grudge where she"s concerned. Faking orders or interfering with an IFTL link is big enough to get even a well-known cruiser captain in serious trouble."
"I see. It does make sense they"d want you away from her, with the evidence you"d gathered. And if they could discredit her later ..."
"I wonder how many other people they"ve managed
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to finagle away from her crew," Dupaynil went on, embroidering for the mere fun of it. "If we find out that one officer"s been called away for a family crisis, and another"s been given an urgent a.s.signment? Well, I think that would prove it."
Panis, he was glad to see, accepted all this without difficulty. It did, after all, make sense. Whereas what Sa.s.sinak had done, and Dupaynil was still convinced she had done it, made sense only in personal terms: he had trespa.s.sed on her hospitality. At least his new explanation might clear her and laid guilt only on those already coated with it.
"So what do you think we should do, aside from avoiding all the unknown friends of the late Major Ollery?"
Dupaynil smiled at him. He liked the way the young man referred to Ollery, and he liked the dry humor.
"I think we should find out who they are, preferably by raiding Ollery"s files. And then it would be most helpful if we"d turn up at the Ireta trial. Tanegli"s trial, I should say. Then we ought to do something about your prisoners before their pod air supplies run out."
"I forgot about that." Panis"s eyes flicked to the computer. "Oh, they"re still on ship"s air. Unless you did something to that, too."
"Didn"t have time. But they don"t have recycling capacity for more than a hundred hours or so, do they? I don"t think either of us wants to let them out, even one by one."
"No. But I can"t..."
"You can offer them coldsleep, you know. The drugs are there, and the cabinets. They"d be perfectly safe for as long as it takes us to get them to a Fleet facility."
Panis nodded slowly. "That"s a better alternative than what I thought of. But what if they won"t do it?"
"Warn them. Wait twelve hours. Warn them again and cut them off ship"s air. That"ll give them hours to decide and prepare themselves. Are these the standard pods, with just over 100 hours of air?"
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tion rather than fece a court martial, that"s their choice. We can"t stop it without opening the pods and I can"t advise that. Only Siris has any injuries, and his aren"t bad enough to prevent his taking the induction medications."
When push came to shove, though most of them bl.u.s.tered, only three waited until the ship ventilators cut out. The senior mate, Dupaynil noticed, was one of diem. All the crew put themselves into coldsleep well before the pod air was gone. When the last one"s bioscans went down, Dupaynil and Panis celebrated with the best the galley offered.
Dupaynil had found that the crew kept special treats in their quarters. Nothing as good as fresh food, but a tin of sticky fruitcake and a squat jar of expensive liquor made a party.
"I suppose I should have insisted on sealing the crew quarters," Panis said around a chunk of cake.
"But you needed to search them for evidence."