"I knew," Mira began, "that it couldn"t have been your fault. You aren"t ever careless like that; you wouldn"t have hit the wrong b.u.t.ton or anything. And of course you, of all people, wouldn"t cooperate with slavers or pirates."
"But how did you find me without the beacon?"
Mira nodded at Jrain. "Your Weft friends did it. I don"t know if Jrain can explain it - he couldn"t to me - but they tracked you, somehow - "
"It was really the Ssli interface," Jrain said. "You know how they can sense other vessels in FTL s.p.a.ce - "
"Yes, but I wasn"t in FTL s.p.a.ce after the pod went off, was I?"
"No, but it turns out they can reach beyond it, somehow. Doesn"t make any sense to me, and what Hssro calls the relevant equations I call gibberish. The pod is really too small to sense - like something small too far away to see - but we knew exactly when you"d been dumped, and the Ssli was able to - to do whatever it does in whatever direction that was. Then we Wefts sort of rode that probe, feeling our way toward you."
"But you said - "
"Because you"re alive, and we know you. We had to go in our own shapes, of course - " He frowned, and Sa.s.sinak tried to imagine the effect on Fargeon of all the crew"s Wefts in their own shape, clinging, no doubt, to the bulkheads of the Ssli contact chamber. Or on the bridge? She asked.
"He wasn"t pleased with us," said Jrain, a reminiscent smile on his face. "We don"t usually clump on him, you know: he doesn"t like aliens much, though he tries to be fair. But when it came down to risking the loss of your pod, or giving in to Achael"s insinuations - "
"Kirtin changed right there in front of the captain," put in Mira. "I thought he was going to choke. Then Basil and Jrain - "
"Ptak first: I was the last one," Jrain put in.
"Whatever." Mira shrugged away the correction and went on. "Can you imagine - this was in the big wardroom, and there they were all over the walls! I"d never seen more than one Weft changed at a time - " She quirked an eyebrow at Sa.s.s.
"I have. It"s impressive, isn"t it?"
"Impressive! It"s crowded, is what it is, with these big spiky things all over the walls and ceiling." Mira wrinkled her nose at Jrain, who grinned at her. "Not to mention all those eyes glittering out at you. And you never told me," she said to Jrain, "that you"re telepaths in that shape. I thought you"d use a biolink to the computer or something."
"There wasn"t time," said Jrain.
"But what about the rendezvous with the EEC ship? Did we miss that?"
"No. What we decided - I mean - " Mira looked sideways. "What the Wefts decided, was to let that go on, and then pick you up afterwards. It seemed risky to me - the further we went, the further away you were, the harder to find. It was a real gamble - "
"No," said Jrain firmly and loudly. Mira stared at him, and Sa.s.sinak blinked. He took a long breath, and said more quietly, "We don"t gamble. We don"t ever gamble."
"I didn"t mean like a poker game," said Mira sharply. "But it was risky - "
"No." As they looked at him, his form wavered, then steadied again. "I can"t explain. But you must not think - " an earnest look at Sa.s.sinak " - you must not think we gamble with your life, Sa.s.sinak. Never."
"I - oh, all right, Jrain. You don"t gamble. But if one of you doesn"t get all this in order and tell me what happened, and where we are, and where Achael is, I"m going to crawl out of this bed and stuff you in a pod."
Jrain, calmer now, sat on the end of her bed. "Achael is dead. That evidence you spoke to the captain about - remember?" Sa.s.sinak nodded. "Well, the captain had it put under guard. The pod, and the items removed, like the blood samples. Achael tried to get at it. He did get into the med lab, and destroyed one test printout before he was discovered. Then he broke for the docking bays - I think to steal a pod himself. When the guards spotted him, and he knew he was trapped, he killed himself. Had a poison capsule, apparently. The captain won"t tell us, not all the details, but we"ve had our ears open." He patted Sa.s.s"s foot under the blanket. "At first the captain wanted to think that you and Achael were co-conspirators, but he couldn"t ignore the evidence . . . you know, Sa.s.s, you really did cram that pod with evidence. You did such a good job it was almost suspicious that way."
"Fleet Intelligence is going to get the whole load dumped on them when we get back to Sector HQ," Mira put in. "I heard Fargeon won"t even trust the IFTL link."
"We"d better go," said Jrain, suddenly looking nervous. "I think - I think the captain would rather you heard some of this from him ..." He grabbed Mira"s arm and steered her away. Sa.s.sinak caught his unspoken thought . . . And he"s had quite enough to put up with from Wefts already this week.
"Ensign Sa.s.sinak." Captain Fargeon"s severe face was set in slightly friendlier lines, Sa.s.sinak thought. She was, however, immediately conscious of every wrinkle of the bedclothes. Then he smiled. "You had a very narrow escape. Ensign, in more than one way. I understand you"ve been told about the drug that showed up in the blood samples?" Sa.s.sinak nodded, and he went on. "It was very good thinking to take those serial samples. Although normally - mmm - there"s nothing to commend in a young officer who manages to get sand- bagged and shanghaied, in this case you seem to have acted with unusual intelligence once you woke up. You have nothing to reproach yourself for. I know Lieutenant Cavery looks forward to your return to duty in Communications Section. Good day."
Following that somewhat confusing speech, Sa.s.sinak lay quietly, wondering what Fargeon did think of her. She had been expecting praise, but realized that to the ship"s captain her entire escapade was one big head- ache. He"d had to leave his intended course to go looking for her, even if the guidance of Wefts and Ssli made that easier than usual. He"d had to worry about her motives, and the presence of unknown saboteurs in his ship; he"d had to a.s.sign someone else to cover her work; when they got back to Sector HQ, he was going to have to fill out a lot of forms, and spend a lot of time talking to Fleet Intelligence ... all in all, she"d caused a lot of trouble by not being quicker in the evacuation drill. If she"d managed to turn and drop Achael with a bit of fancy hard-to-hand, she"d have saved everyone a lot of trouble. She shook her head at her own juvenile imagination. No more Carin Coldae: no more playing games. She"d done a good job with a bad situation, but she hadn"t managed to avoid the bad situation. She"d have to do better.
So it was that Fargeon"s annual Fitness Report, which he showed her before filing it, startled her.
"Clear-headed, resourceful, good initiative, outstanding self-discipline: this young officer requires only seasoning to develop into an excellent addition to any Fleet operation. Unlike many who rest on past achievements, this officer does not let success go to her head, and can be counted on for continued effort. Recommended for earliest promotion eligibility." Sa.s.sinak looked up from this to find Fargeon"s face relaxed in a broad smile for the first time in her memory.
"Just as I said the first day. Ensign Sa.s.sinak: if you realize that you can"t ever start at the top, and if you continue to show your willingness to work, you"ll do very well indeed. I"d be glad to have you in my command again, any time."
"Thank you, sir." Sa.s.sinak wondered whether to strain this approval by telling him what she suspected about Achael and Abe"s death. "Sir, about Lieutenant Achael - "
"All information will go to Fleet Security - do you have something which you did not put in your tape?"
She had included her suspicion that Achael had murdered Abe, but would anyone take it seriously? "It"s in there, sir, but - about my guardian, who was killed - "
"Abe, you mean." The captain permitted himself a tight smile. "A good man. Fleet to the bone. Well, this is not for discussion. Ensign, but I would agree with your surmise. Achael was a prisoner on the same slaver base where you and Abe were; the most logical supposition is that Abe knew something about his conduct or treatment there which would have been dangerous to Achael. Perhaps he was deep-conditioned, or something. He killed Abe to keep his secret, and suspected that Abe might have told you something."
"But what might be behind Achael?" asked Sa.s.s. But with this question, she had gone too far. The captain"s face closed again, although he did not seem angry.
"That"s for Security to determine, when they have all the evidence. Myself, I suspect that he was merely protecting himself. Suppose Abe knew he had stolen from other prisoners - that would ruin his Fleet career. I would be willing to wager that the final report will conclude that Achael was acting in his own behalf when he killed Abe and attempted to incriminate you."
Sa.s.sinak was not convinced, but knew better than to argue. As Fargeon predicted. Fleet Security agreed with his surmise, and closed the file on the murder. Achael"s attacks on Sa.s.sinak, and his suicide, made a clear pattern with his years as a prisoner: too clear, Sa.s.sinak thought, too simple. When she was older, when she had rank, she promised herself, she"d find out who was really responsible for Abe"s death, who had set Achael on his trail. For now, she"d honor his memory with her own success.
BOOK THREE.
Chapter Eight.
The striking, elegant woman in the mirror, Sa.s.sinak thought, had come a long way from the young ensign she had been. She had been lucky; she had been born with the good bones, the talent, the innate toughness to survive. She had had more luck along the way. But . . . she winked at herself, then grinned at that egotism. But she had cooperated with her luck, given it all the help she could. Tonight - tonight it was time for celebration. She had made it to Commander, past the dangerous doldrum ranks where the unwanted lodged sullenly until retirement age. She was about to have her own ship again, and this one a cruiser.
She eyed the new gown critically. Once she"d learned that good clothes fully repaid the investment, she"d spent some concentrated time learning what colors and styles suited her best. And then, one by one, she"d acc.u.mulated a small but elegant wardrobe. This, now . . . her favorite rich colors glowed, jewel-like reds and deep blues and purples, a quilted bodice shaped above a flowing, full skirt of deepest midnight, all in soft silui that caressed her skin with every movement. She slipped her feet into soft black boots, glad that the ridiculous fashion for high heels had once again died out. She was tall enough as it was. Her comm signal went off as she was putting on the last touches, the silver earrings and simple necklace with its cut crystal star.
"Just because you got the promotion and the cruiser doesn"t mean you can make us late," said the voice in her ear, the Lieutenant Commander who"d arranged the party. He"d been her a.s.sistant when she was working for Admiral Pael. "Tobaldi"s doesn"t hold reservations past the hour - "
"I know; I"m coming." With a last look at the mirror, she picked up her wrap and went out. As she"d half-expected, two more of her friends waited in the corridor outside, with flowers and a small wrapped box.
"You put this on now," said Mira. Her gold curly hair had faded a little, but not the bright eyes or quick mind. Sa.s.sinak took the gift, and untied the silver ribbon carefully.
"I suppose you figured out what I"d be wearing," she said, laughing. Then she had the box open, and caught her breath. When she looked at Mira, the other woman was smug.
"I bought it years ago, that time we were shopping, remember? I saw the way you looked at it, and knew the time would come. Of course, I could have waited until you made admiral - " She ducked Sa.s.s"s playful blow. "You will, Sa.s.s. It"s a given. I"ll retire in a couple of years, and go back to Dad"s shipping company - at least he"s agreed to let me take over instead of that bratty cousin .... Anyway, let me fasten it."
Sa.s.sinak picked up the intricate silver necklace, a design that combined boldness and grace (and, she recalled, an outrageous price - at least for a junior lieutenant, which she had been then) and let Mira close the fastening. Her star went into the box - for tonight, at least - and the box went back in her room. Whatever she might have said to Mira was forestalled by the arrival of the others, and the six of them were deep into reminiscences by the time they got to Tobaldi"s.
Mira - the only one who had been there - had to tell the others all about Sa.s.s"s first cruise. "They"ve heard that already," Sa.s.sinak kept protesting. Mira shushed her firmly.
"You wouldn"t have told them the good parts," she said, and proceeded to give her version of the good parts. Sa.s.sinak retaliated with the story of Mira"s adventures on - or mostly off - horseback, one leave they"d taken together on Mira"s homeworld. "I"m a s.p.a.cer"s brat, not a horsebreeder"s daughter," complained Mira.
"You"re the one who said we ought to take that horse-packing trip," said Sa.s.s. The others laughed, and brought up their own tales.
Sa.s.sinak looked around the group - which now numbered fourteen, since others had arrived to join them. Was there really someone from every ship she"d been on? Four were from the Padalyan Padalyan Reef Reef, the cruiser on which she"d been the exec until a month ago. That was touching: they had given her a farewell party then, and she had not expected to see them tonight. But the two young lieutenants, stiffly correct among the higher ranks, would not have missed it - she could see that in their eyes. The other two, off on long home leave between a.s.signments, had probably dropped in just because they enjoyed a party.
Her glance moved on, checking an invisible list. All but the prize she"d been given command of, she thought - and wished for a moment that Ford, wherever he was, could be there, too. Forrest had known her, true, but he"d missed that terrifying interlude, staying on the patrol ship with its original crew. Carew, whom she"d known as a waspish major when she was a lieutenant, on sh.o.r.e duty with Commodore . . . what had her name been? Narros, that was it ... Carew was now a balding, cheery senior Commander, whose memory had lost its sting. Sa.s.sinak almost wondered if he"d ever been difficult, then saw a very junior officer across the room flinch away from his gaze. She shrugged mentally - at least he wasn"t causing her trouble any more. Her exec from her first command was there, now a Lieutenant Commander and just as steady as ever, though with gray streaking his thick dark hair. Sa.s.sinak blessed the genes that had saved her from premature silver . . . she wanted to wear her silver by choice, not necessity. She didn"t need gray hair to lend her authority, she thought to herself. Even back on the Sunrose Sunrose. . . . But he was making a small speech, reminding her - and the others - of the unorthodox solution she had found for a light patrol craft in a particular tactical situation. Her friends enjoyed the story, but she remembered very well that some of the senior officers had not liked her solution at all. Her brows lowered, and Mira poked her in the ribs.
"Wake up, Sa.s.s, the battle"s over. You don"t need to glare at us like that."
"Sorry ... I was remembering Admiral Kurin"s comments."
"Well ... we all know what happened to him." And that was true enough. A stickler for the rulebook, he had fallen prey to a foe who was not. But Sa.s.sinak knew that his opinion of her had gone on file before that, to influence other seniors. She had seen the doubtful looks, and been subject to careful warnings.
Now, however, two men approached the tables with the absolute a.s.surance that comes only from a lifetime of command, and high rank at the end of it. Bilisics, the specialist in military law from Command and Staff, and Admiral Vannoy, Sector Commandant.
"Commander Sa.s.sinak - congratulations." Bilisics had been one of her favorite instructors, anywhere. She had even gone to him for advice on a most private and delicate matter - and so far as she could tell, he had maintained absolute secrecy. His grin to her acknowledged all that. "I must always congratulate an officer who steers a safe course through the dangerous waters of a tour at Fleet Headquarters, who avoids the reefs of political or social ambition, the treacherous tides of intimacy in high places ..." He practically winked: they both knew what that was about. The others clearly thought it was one of Bilisics"s usual mannered pleasantries. As far as she knew, no one had ever suspected her near-engagement to the amba.s.sador from Arion.
"Yes: congratulations. Commander, and welcome to the Sector. You"ll like the Zaid-Dayan, and I"m sure you"ll do well with it." She had worked with Admiral Vannoy before, but not for several years. His newer responsibilities had not aged him; he gave, as always, the impression of energy under firm control.
"Would you join us?" Sa.s.sinak asked. But, as she expected, they had other plans, and after a few more minutes drifted off to join a table of very senior officers at the far end of the room.
It hardly needed Tobaldi"s excellent dinner, the rare live orchestra playing hauntingly lovely old waltzes, or the wines they ordered lavishly, to make that evening special. She could have had any of several partners to end it with, but chose instead a scandalously early return to her quarters - not long after midnight.
"And I"ll wager if we had a spycam in there, we"d find her looking over the specs on her cruiser," said Mira, walking back to a popular dance pavilion with the others. "Fleet to the bone, that"s what she is, more than most of us. It"s her only family, has been since before the Academy."
Sa.s.s, unaware of Mira"s shrewd guess, would not have been upset by it - since she was, at that moment, calling up the crew list on her terminal. She would have agreed with all that statement, although she felt an occasional twinge of guilt for her failure to contact any of her remaining biological kin. Yet . . . what did an orphan, an ex-slave, have in common with ordinary, respectable citizens? Too many people still considered slavery a disgrace to the victim; she didn"t want to see that rejection on the faces of her own relatives. Easier to stay away, to stay with the family that had rescued her and still supported her. And that night, warmed by the fellowship and celebration, intent on her new command, she felt nothing but eagerness for the future.
Sa.s.sinak always felt that Fleet had lost something in the transition from the days when a captain approached a ship lying at dockside, visible to the naked eye, with a veritable gangplank and the welcoming crew topside, and flags flying in the open air. Now, the new captain of, say, a cruiser, simply walked down one corridor after another of a typical s.p.a.ce station, and entered the ship"s s.p.a.ce by crossing a line on the deck planking. The ceremony of taking command had not changed that much, but the circ.u.mstances made such ceremony far less impressive. Yet she could not entirely conceal her delight, that after some twenty years as a Fleet officer, she was now to command her own cruiser.
"Commander Kerif will be sorry to have missed you, Commander Sa.s.sinak," said Lieutenant Commander Huron, her Executive Officer, leading the way to her new quarters. "But under the circ.u.mstances - "
"Of course," said Sa.s.sinak. If your son, graduating from the Academy, is going to marry the heiress of one of the wealthiest mercantile families, you may ask for, and be granted, extra leave: even if it means that the change of command of your cruiser is not quite by the book. She had done her homework, skimming the files on her way over from Sector HQ. Huron, for instance, had not impressed his captain overmuch, by his latest Fitness Report. But considering the secret orders she carried, Sa.s.sinak had doubts about all the Fitness Reports on that ship. The man seemed intelligent and capable - not to mention fit and reasonably good-looking. He"d have a fair chance with her.
"He asked me to extend you his warmest congratulations, and his best wishes for your success with the ship. I can a.s.sure you that your officers are eager to make this mission a success."
"Mission? What do you know about it?" Supposedly her orders were secret: but then, one of the points made was that Security breaches were getting worse, much worse.
Huron"s forehead wrinkled. "Well . . . we"ve been out on patrol, just kind of scouting around the sector. Figured we"d do more of the same."
"Pretty much. I"ll brief the senior officers once we"re in route; we have two more days of refitting, right?"
"Yes, Commander." He gave her a quizzical look. "With all due respect, ma"am, I guess what they say about you is true."
Sa.s.sinak smiled; she knew what they said, and she knew why. "Lieutenant Commander Huron, I"m sure you wouldn"t listen to idle gossip . . . any more than I would listen to gossip about you and your pa.s.sion for ground-car racing."
It was good to be back on a ship again; good to have the command she"d always wanted. Sa.s.sinak glanced down at the four gold rings on her immaculate white sleeve, and on to the gold ring on her finger that gave her Academy cla.s.s and carried the tiny diamond of the top-ranking graduate. Not bad for an orphan, an ex-slave . . . not bad at all. Some of her cla.s.smates thought she was lucky; some of them, no doubt, thought her ambitions stopped here, with the command of a cruiser in an active sector.
But her dreams went beyond even this. She wanted a star on her shoulder, maybe even two: sector command, command of a battle group. This ship was her beginning.
Already she knew more about the 218 Zaid-Dayan Zaid-Dayan than her officers realized. Not merely the plans of the cla.s.s of vessel, which any officer of her rank would be expected to have seen, but the detailed plans of that particular cruiser, and the records of all its refittings. You cannot know too much, Abe had said. Whatever you know is your wealth. than her officers realized. Not merely the plans of the cla.s.s of vessel, which any officer of her rank would be expected to have seen, but the detailed plans of that particular cruiser, and the records of all its refittings. You cannot know too much, Abe had said. Whatever you know is your wealth.
Hers lay here. Better than gold or jewels, she told herself, was the knowledge that won respect of her officers and crew . . . something that could not be bought with unlimited credits. Although credits had their uses. She ran her hand lightly along the edge of the desk she"d installed in her office. Real wood, rare, beautifully carved. She"d discovered in herself a taste for quality, beauty, and indulged it as her pay allowed. A custom desk, a few good pieces of crystal and sculpture, clothes that showed off the beauty she"d grown into. She still thought of all that as luxury, as frills, but no longer felt guilty for enjoying them in moderation.
While the cruiser lay at the refitting dock, Sa.s.sinak explored her command, meeting and talking with every member of the crew. About half of them had leave; she met them as they returned. But the onboard crew, a dozen officers and fifty or so enlisted, she made a point of chatting up.
The Zaid-Dayan Zaid-Dayan wore the outward shape of most heavy cruisers, a slightly flattened ovoid hull with cl.u.s.ters of drive pods both port and starboard, aft of the largest diameter. Sa.s.sinak never saw it from outside, of course; only the refitting crews did that. What she saw were the human-accessible s.p.a.ces, - the "living decks" as they were called, and the crawl-ways that let a lean service tech into the bowels of the ship"s plumbing and electrical circuitry. For the most part, it was much the same as the wore the outward shape of most heavy cruisers, a slightly flattened ovoid hull with cl.u.s.ters of drive pods both port and starboard, aft of the largest diameter. Sa.s.sinak never saw it from outside, of course; only the refitting crews did that. What she saw were the human-accessible s.p.a.ces, - the "living decks" as they were called, and the crawl-ways that let a lean service tech into the bowels of the ship"s plumbing and electrical circuitry. For the most part, it was much the same as the Padalyan Reef Padalyan Reef, the cruiser she"d just left, with Environmental at the bottom, then Troop Deck, then Data, then Main, then the two Flight Decks atop. But not quite.
In this ship, the standard layouts in Environmental had been modified by the addition of the stealth equipment; Sa.s.sinak walked every inch of the system to be sure she understood what pipes now ran where. The crowding below had required rearranging some of the storage areas, so that only Data Deck was exactly the same as standard. Sa.s.sinak paid particular attention to the two levels of storage for the many pieces of heavy equipment the Zaid-Dayan Zaid-Dayan carried: the shuttles, the pinnace, the light fighter craft, the marines" tracked a.s.sault vehicles. Again, she made certain that she knew exactly which craft was stowed in each location, knew without having to check the computers. carried: the shuttles, the pinnace, the light fighter craft, the marines" tracked a.s.sault vehicles. Again, she made certain that she knew exactly which craft was stowed in each location, knew without having to check the computers.
Her own quarters were just aft of the bridge, opening onto the port pa.s.sage, a stateroom large enough for modest entertaining - a low table and several chairs, as well as workstation, sleeping area, and private facilities. Slightly aft and across the pa.s.sage was the officers" wardroom. Her position as cruiser captain required the capacity to entertain formal visitors, so she also had a large office, forward of the bridge and across the same pa.s.sage. This she could decorate as she pleased - at least, within the limits of Fleet regulations and her own resources. She chose midnight-blue carpeting to show off the striking grain of her desk; the table was Fleet issue, but refinished to gleaming black. Guest seating, low couches along the walls, was in white synthi-leather. Against the pale-gray bulkheads, this produced a room of simple elegance that suited her perfectly.
Huron, she realized quickly, was an a.s.set in more ways than one. Colony-bred himself, he had more than the usual interest in their safety. Too many Fleet officers considered the newer colonies more trouble than they were worth. As the days pa.s.sed, she found that Huron"s a.s.sessment of the junior officers was both fair and leavened by humor. She began to wonder why his previous commander had had so little confidence in him.
That story came out over a game of sho, one evening some days into their patrol. Sa.s.sinak had begun delicately probing, to see if he had a grievance of any sort. After the second or third ambiguous question, Huron looked up from the playing board with a smile that sent a sudden jolt through her heart.
"You"re wondering if I know why Commander Kerif gave me such a lukewarm report last period?"
Sa.s.s, caught off guard as she rarely was, smiled back. "You"re quite right - and you don"t need to answer. But you"ve been too knowledgable and competent since I came to have given habitually poor performance."
Huron"s smile widened. "Commander Sa.s.sinak, your predecessor was a fine officer and I admire him. However, he had very strong ideas about the dignity of some ... ah ... prominent, old-line, merchant families. He never felt that I had sufficient respect for them, and he attributed a bit of doggerel he heard to me."
"Doggerel?"
Huron actually reddened. "A ... uh ... song. Sort of a song. About his son and that girl he"s marrying. I didn"t write it. Commander, although I did think it was funny when I heard it. But, you see, I"d quoted some verse in his presence before, and he was sure ..."
Sa.s.sinak thought about it. "And do you have proper respect for wealthy merchants?"
Huron pursed his lips. "Proper? I think so. But I am a colony brat."
Sa.s.sinak shook her head, smiling. "So am I, as you must already know. Poor Kerif ... I suppose it was a very bad song." She caught the look in Huron"s eye, and chuckled. "If that"s the worst you ever did, we"ll have no problems at all."
"I don"t want any," said Huron, in a tone that conveyed more than one meaning.
Years before, as a cadet, Sa.s.sinak had wondered how anyone could combine relationships both private and professional without being unfair to one or the other. Over the years, she had established her own ground rules, and had become a good judge of those likely to share her values and att.i.tudes. Except for that one almost - disastrous (and, in retrospect, funny) engagement to a brilliant and handsome older diplomat, she had never risked anything she could not afford to lose. Now, secure in her own ident.i.ty, she expected to go on enjoying life with those of her officers who were willing and stable enough not to be threatened - and honest enough not to take advantages she had no intention of releasing.
Huron, she thought to herself, was a distinct possibility. From the glint in his eyes, he thought the same way about her: the first prerequisite.
But her duty came first, and the present circ.u.mstances often drove any thought of pleasure from her mind. In the twenty years since her first voyage. Fleet had not been able to a.s.sure the safety of the younger and more remote colonies; as well, planets cleared for colonization by one group were too often found to have someone else - legally now the owners - in place when the colonists arrived. Although human slavery was technically illegal, colonies were being raided for slaves - and that meant a market somewhere. "Normal" humans blamed heavyworlders; heavyworlders blamed the "light- weights" as they called them, and the wealthy mercantile families of the inner worlds complained bitterly about the cost of supporting an ever-growing Fleet which didn"t seem to save either lives or property.
Their orders, which Sa.s.sinak discussed only in part with her officers, required them to make use of a new, supposedly secret, technology for identifying and trailing newer deep-s.p.a.ce civilian vessels. It augmented, rather than replaced, the standard IFF devices which had been in use since before Sa.s.sinak joined the Fleet. A sealed beacon, installed in the ship"s architecture as it was built, could be triggered by Fleet surveillance scans. While pa.s.sive to detectors in its normal mode, it nonetheless stored information on the ship"s movements. The original idea had been to strip these beacons whenever a ship came to port, and thus keep records on its actual travel - as opposed to the log records presented to the portmaster. But still newer technology allowed specially equipped Fleet cruisers to enable such beacons while still in deeps.p.a.ce, even FTL flight - and then to follow with much less chance of detection. Now the plan was for cruisers such as the Zaid-Dayan Zaid-Dayan to patrol slowly, in areas away from the normal corridors, and select suspicious "merchants" to follow. to patrol slowly, in areas away from the normal corridors, and select suspicious "merchants" to follow.
So far as the junior officers were concerned, the cruiser patrolled in the old way; because of warnings from Fleet about security leaks, Sa.s.sinak told only four of her senior crew, who had to know to operate the scan. Other modifications to the Zaid-Dayan Zaid-Dayan, intended to give it limited stealth capability, were explained as being useful in normal operations.
As the days pa.s.sed, Sa.s.sinak considered the Fleet warnings. "a.s.sume subversives on each ship." Fine, but with no more guidance than that, how was she supposed to find one? Subversives didn"t advertise themselves with loud talk of overturning FSP conventions. Besides, it was all guessing. She might have one subversive on her ship, or a dozen, or none at all. She had to admit that if she were planting agents, she"d certainly put them on cruisers, as the most effective and most widespread of the active vessels. But nothing showed in the personnel records she"d run a preliminary screen on - and supposedly Security had checked them all out before.
She knew that many commanders would think first of the heavyworlders on board, but while some of them were certainly involved in subversive organizations, the majority were not. However difficult heavyworlders might be - and some of them, she"d found, had earned their reputation for p.r.i.c.kly sullenness - Sa.s.sinak had never forgotten the insights gained from her friends at the Academy. She tried to see behind the heavy-boned stolid faces, the overmuscular bodies, to the human person within - and most of the time felt she had succeeded. A few real friendships had come out of this, and many more amiable working relationships . . . and she found that her reputation as an officer fair to heavyworlders had spread among the officer corps.