"If they say a Seti invasion, I"ll buy it. What"s Fleet have insystem?"
Sricka did not know that. Ford thought about the information lock put on the invasion news, and wished he could talk to his old buddy Killin. But at least Arly could call for help via the IFTL link. Ford decided not to worry about what he couldn"t change. That brought his thoughts back to their uniforms, even more conspicuous as they came into better-lighted streets.
"And your orders?"
"Captain . . . Commander Arly told me to take a shuttle down in case the captain, Commander Sa.s.sinak, that is, needed it. To do whatever it took to help her."
"Well, then. First we"ll have to find her, then we"ll know what help she needs. And to do that, we"ll have to look less like what we are. Here, hold up this lamppost for a minute." He had spotted a larger, much busier subway access, the kind that would have shops and other facilities on the platform below. "Sergeant, if anyone asks, tell "em your officer went down to make a call to the office to get a vehicle."
Back down underground again. He found He was enjoying this much more than he should have. Even the contrast to Auntie Q"s luxurious entourage cheered him. He found an automated clothing outlet where commuters who had just spilled something on their suit on the way to a conference could get a replacement. He dared not buy clothes for all of them, but two or three coveralls wouldn"t be excessive.
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blue, gray, and brown. He inserted his card, punched the b.u.t.tons, and caught the sealed packets as they came out of the slot. No one seemed to be watching. Back up the escalator, packages in hand, to find the group had put on a small show for a group of late diners who"d stopped to ask questions about Ireta"s mysterious plague. He took control, briskly and firmly, and marched his troops off as if to a definite destination. Half a block later, he slowed them down again. The Wefts wouldn"t find much privacy in the subway tunnels of the inner city this early in the night. He glanced back at the marines, and met the wary glance of their sergeant. Who"d picked them? Arly? Currald? Whoever it was had had sense enough to send more than one NCO. Which should he peel off for Sa.s.sinak? The old rule held: don"t tell "em how to do it, just tell the sergeant what you need done.
"Sergeant, the Wefts"11 need a couple of marines just in case someone comes after "em while they"re hunting the captain." Not that the Wefts couldn"t outfight any three humans while in their own shapes, but he suspected that the mental concentration needed for hunting her could take the edge off their other abilities. "Take these clothes and the next dark patch we come to, put "em on over your uniforms. That"ll take care of three of you. One Fleet uniform shouldn"t be too dangerous. Then take off. Tenant Sricka, you find the captain, and tell her where the shuttle is. Find out what she needs. If she can"t contact me, you do or send one of the marines. Can you find me, the way you sense her?"
Sricka frowned, then smiled. "I was about to say we couldn"t, sir, but you"ve changed.*1 "That"s what I was told," said Ford, remembering the demise of Madame Flaubert.
"But it would be easier if one of us stayed with you."
Ford shook his head. "I know, but we don"t know how bad her situation is. She may need both of you, or it may be harder than you expect to find her in a maze of tunnels. It"s not like free s.p.a.ce. If she knows she has .
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you and a shuttle when she needs it. Which reminds me. Ensign."
"Sir?"
"You"ve got the toughest a.s.signment. You"re going to have to get back out to the shuttle-alone-and be ready for a call. Can"t even guess when we"re going to need you, or for what, but I know absolutely without a doubt we will, and we won"t have time for you to take the subway back out there. D"you have rations on board for several days?"
"Yes, sir, but ..."
"Ensign, if I could send someone back with you I would. I need all the rest of these in the city, nearby, in case she wants them. This is not an easy a.s.signment for someone your age." That stiffened Tim"s backbone, as he"d hoped. "But Commander Sa.s.sinak"s told me you have potential, and if you do, young man, this is the time to show it."
"Yes, sir. Anything else?"
"Yes. Take this." The last package of civilian clothes. "Put it on first, then go straight to the subway, and back out to the shuttle. Try to look like a young man who"s just been told he has to go back to work and fix a problem. Shouldn"t be too hard. Get some sleep. Whatever breaks won"t break right away. Just be sure you"re ready to get that thing up the instant we call for you. Ill try to patch a call to you from the Fleet offices when we get back, in an hour or so, but don"t count on it."
"Yes, sir."
In the next darker patch, Ford got them into a huddle. When it opened again, one "civilian" headed back to the subway access, while three others and a marine continued to the next. Ford led the other nine on toward the center of the city. It was a lovely evening for a walk.
Chapter Twenty.
Trial day. The early news reports had more speculation about the mysterious shuttle that had disappeared "somewhere near die city" and the strange plague which supposedly afflicted anyone who"d been to Ireta. Riots in the maintenance tunnels, controlled by police with only minor loss of life.
Sa.s.sinak winced. She and Aygar and her crewmembers had just escaped the pitched battle that erupted when the Pollys tried gas on tunnel rats who had gas masks and weapons. She hoped the newssheet was right in reporting so few deaths. Only the knowledge that she had to fight the main battle elsewhere let her live with the decision to run for it. The lower third of the page mentioned the trial and Council hearing on Ireta"s status.
Sa.s.sinak watched Aygar reading, his lips pursed angrily. She already knew what it said. No precedent for overturning a Thek claim. But at least he was alive, and if she could get him into the Council chamber that way, he should have a chance to testify.
Erdra had come back before dawn with a half dozen of the pearly cards that guaranteed admission, each one embossed with the name of its carrier. Sa.s.sinak had become "Commander Argray, Fleet Liaison" for the 310.
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duration, and Aygar was "Blayanth, Federation Citizen." She hoped these faked IDs and the database entries backing them up would let them get into Council without being quarantined as dangerous lunatics. According to news reports, the lines for public seating had extended across the plaza by midnight. If the "invitations" didn"t work, they wouldn"t have a chance at open seats. A number of the student activists had been in the lines early, but no one knew which, if any, of those waiting would be admitted.
At least, Sa.s.sinak thought, she looked like herself again. Bless Arly for thinking of the clean uniform; familiar in every seam, comforted her almost as much as the bridge of her ship. So did the change in Erdra"s eyes when Sa.s.sinak appeared in regal white and gold, now suiting the image Erdra had imagined.
"Should be starting now." Sa.s.sinak nodded to their guide without speaking. Aygar shoved the newssheet he"d been reading in a disposal slot, and came along.
"Do you think well get in?" he asked for the fourth or fifth time. After that he"d ask what they"d do if this didn"t work. She was trying to be patient, but it got harder.
"No good reason it shouldn"t work. It ..." internal and external communications layered in confusion for a moment. Then she realized that a Weft onplanet had managed to link her with a Weft on the Zaid-Dayan, and with its Ssli, and thence to Dupaynil on a Seti ship somewhere at the edge of the system.
"A Seti ship!" she muttered aloud, and caught a worried glance from Aygar. "Sorry," she said, and clamped her lips shut. What are you doing on a Seti ship? she asked Dupaynil.
Wishing I hadn"t ever made you mad. Whether it was his mind, or the Weft linkage, that sounded both contrite and humble, qualities she"d never a.s.sociated with Dupaynil.
Are you alone?
No. A Weft, a larval Ssli, two Lethi, a Ryxi, and a Bronthin are my companions in durance vile. The Seti want witnesses to their power. Then they"ll eat us.
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No way. We"ll get you out. How she was going to do that, while stranded onplanet with Aygar, in the middle of a Grand Council trial and hearing that was expected to turn into a revolution, she did not know. But she couldn"t let him think she wouldn"t try.
Don"t fret . . . we"re sending data to Arly. And I got what you wanted on the Seti, and more. That Claw escort was suborned. All but one of the crew were in with the pirates and in the pay of the Paradens.
Sa.s.sinak hoped he could interpret the cold wash of amazement that took all the words from her mind. She had been furious with him, but she hadn"t intended that.
Now his contact carried a thread of amus.e.m.e.nt. That"s all right. I didn"t think you knew. But if I live through this, you may have to fix some charges for me and a young Jig named Panis.
What charges?
Mutiny, for one. Misappropriation of government property, grievous bodily harm ...
We"U get you out alive. I have got to hear this.
But right now she was too close to the Council buildings and she had to concentrate on her surroundings. Aygar strode along beside her, looking as belligerent as any Diplonian. Her Wefts from the shuttle, and two marines, had faked IDs as well. Would it work?
They came to a checkpoint in the angle between a colonnade and the ma.s.sive Council building. One heavy-worlder in Federation Insystem Security uniform stood behind a short counter. Behind it, lined against the wall, were five others. Sa.s.sinak handed over the embossed strip, saw it fed into a machine, and checked against a list. The heavyworlder"s gaze came up and lingered on her in a way she did not like.
"Ah! Commander Argray. Your invitation"s in order, ma"am. You may enter through that door." He pointed. As they had planned, Sa.s.sinak moved on, as if she had no connection with Aygar.
She heard the guard"s voice behind her, speaking to Aygar and then Aygar"s steps following hers.
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The doorway fit the ma.s.sive building; heavy bronze, I* centered with the Federation seal. Before Sa.s.sinak could reach, it opened flat against the wall for her. She entered the Grand Council chamber through a little alcove off the main room and just below the dais where the eight justices and the Speaker had their seats. Across from her, one wall appeared to be a single ma.s.sive stone, a warm brown with gold flecks. Delegate seating curved around an open area below the dais, separated from the public seating behind by a tall barrier of translucent plastic. Each seat was actually the size of a sentry hut, or more, and in front of each delegate"s seat, a colorful seal inlaid in the chamber floor gave the member"s race and planet of reference. Sa.s.sinak could not see the public seating clearly, but it seemed to rake steeply toward a narrow balcony festooned with the tights and cables of recording and projection equipment. Seating for invited guests was enclosed in a railing somewhat like an old-fashioned jury box, although much larger. Already this was filling up, with rather more heavyworlders than Sa.s.sinak would have expected. That fit the rumors of an impending coup. She found three seats together, and settled in, with Aygar between her and one of the Wefts. Aygar said nothing to her, and she watched her other crew come in. The other Weft and the two marines found scattered seats where they could catch her eye.
She had never really wondered what the Grand Council chamber was like. The few times she"d seen it on broadcasts, the focus had been on the Speaker"s podium backed by the Federation seal. Now she looked up to see a high, ribbed ceiling, with dangling light pods. Behind the Speaker"s podium and the justice"s high-backed chairs, the great seal stood at least three meters high, its colors muted now in the dimmer light. From her seat, she could see through the plastic behind the delegates" seats more easily and realized that, early as it was, the public seating was nearly full. At the far end of die arc formed by the delegates" places, another enclosed seating area had only a sprinkling of occupants. She wondered if that was for witnesses. She could not 314.
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Soon the delegates began to come in, each preceded by an honor guard of Federation Insystem troops. Each delegate"s seat, Sa.s.sinak realized, was actually an almost self-contained environmental pod with full datalinks. She watched as the delegates tested their seats. Colored lights appeared, to show the vote. A clerk standing by the Speaker"s podium murmured into a microphone, confirming to the occupant the practice vote just cast.
A whiff of sulfur made her wrinkle her nose, as a steth of Lethi came in, looking like so many pale yellow puflb.a.l.l.s stuck together into a vaguely regular geometric shape. They disappeared completely into their seat, closing a shiny panel behind them. Sa.s.sinak a.s.sumed they would open a sealed pack of sulfur inside, where it wouldn"t foul the air for anyone else. A pair of Bronthin arrived, conversing nose-to-nose in the breathy whuffles of their native speech. She had never seen Bronthin in real life. They looked even more like pale blue plush horses than their pictures. Hard to believe they were the best mathematicians among the known sentient races. A Ryxi, loaded with ceremonial chains and stepping with exaggerated care, clacked its beak impatiently. A second Ryxi scuttled into the room behind it, carrying a mesh bag in the claw of its right wing and hissing apologies. Or so Sa.s.sinak a.s.sumed. The Weft delegate arrived in Weft form, to Sa.s.sinak"s surprise. Then she was surprised at herself for being surprised. After all, as his race"s representative, why should he try to look human?
She was surprised again when the Sett came in. She had not expected to see them except in battle armor. But here they were, tail-ornaments jingling and necklaces swaying, their heavy tails sweeping from side to side as they strolled to their seats. She could read nothing of their expressions. Their scaled, snouted faces might have been intended to convey rea.s.surance. Sa.s.sinak wondered suddenly if the Seti had politics as humans understood them. Did all Seti support the Sek, were they all involved in this invasion? Could the amba.s.sadors be ignorant of the Sek"s plans?
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She gave herself a mental shake. Interpreting Seti politics was someone else"s responsibility. She had enough to do already. Rightly or wrongly, she had to a.s.sume they were part of it. She glanced around. Dark figures on the balcony slipped from one cl.u.s.ter of equipment to another. Lights appeared, narrowed or broadened in focus, changed color, disappeared again. Hie speaker"s podium suddenly glowed in a sunburst of spotlights, then retreated into the relative dimness of the overhead panels.
The crowd"s murmur grew, punctuated by a raised voice, a sneeze, a chain of coughs that began on one side and worked its way to the other. She could feel her skin tighten as the circulation fans went up a notch to maintain an even temperature. Now the legal staffs Involved came in, bustling in their dark robes, each with the little grey curl of a wig that looked equally ridiculous on humans and aliens. She wondered who had ever thought up that symbol of legal expertise and why everyone else had adopted it.
Federation Court guards, also heavyworlders, brought in Tanegli who looked as if he could barely walk. Beside her, she felt Aygar stiffen and wished she could take his hand. Anger radiated from him, then slowly faded. Had he realized how useless his hatred of Tanegli was? As useless as her hatred of the Paradens.
She shouldn"t think about that, not now, but the thought p.r.i.c.kled the inside of her mind anyway. It was one thing to hunt them down for the wrong they had done, and another to let herself be shaped wholly by their malice. She couldn"t ignore that. Abe had said it, had told the woman he loved, had urged her to find Sa.s.sinak someday and tell her. And Lunzie, who had admired her descendant the cruiser captain, would not be so happy with an avenging harpy.
Hie lights flared, then dimmed, and a gong rang out. Spotlights stabbed through the gloom to illuminate the door they"d come in, where two huge heavyworlders now stood with ceremonial staves, which they pounded on the floor.
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system, "for the Right Honorable, the Speaker of die Grand Council of the Federation of Sentient Planets, the Most n.o.ble Eriach d"Ertang. And for the Most Honorable Lords Justice ..." The floor shook to another ceremonial pounding. The heavyworlder guards led in the procession.
The Speaker, a wiry little Bretagnan who looked dwarfed by the heavyworlders in front of him and the eight Justices behind him were each followed by a clerk of the same race carrying something on a silver tray. Sa.s.sinak had no idea what that was but overheard another guest explain to someone who asked that these were die Justices" credentials, proof that they were each eligible to sit on that bench.
"Of course it"s all done by the computers, now," the knowledgeable one murmured on. "But they still carry in the haracopy as if they needed it." "And who are those men with the big carved things?" "Bailiffs," came the explanation. "If I talk much more, they"ll be after me. They keep order."
Sa.s.sinak found it very different from a military court. She a.s.sumed that part of the elaborate ceremony came from its combination with a Grand Council meeting. But there were long, flowery, introductory speeches welcoming the right n.o.ble delegate from this, and the most honorable delegate from that, while the lawyers and clerks muttered at one another behind a screen of hands, and the audience yawned and shuffled their feet. Each Justice had an introduction, equally flowery, during which he, she, or it tried not to squirm in the spotlight. Then the Speaker took over. He began with a review of the rules governing spectators, then guests, then witnesses, any infractions of which, he said slowly, would be met with immediate eviction by the bailiffs, "-to the prejudice of that issue to which the unruly individual or individuals appeared to be speaking, if that can be determined."
Very different from court martials, Sa.s.sinak thought. She had never seen unruliness in a military court. Then came a roll call, another check of each delegate"s datalink to the Speaker"s podium, and the voting displays of all .
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delegates and Justices. By now, thought Sa.s.sinak, we could have been through with an entire trial.
At last the Speaker read out the agenda on which Tanegli"s trial appeared as "In the matter of the Federation of Sentient Planets vs. one Tanegli, and the related matter of the status of native-born children of Federation citizens on the planet Ireta!"
Sa.s.sinak felt Aygar"s shiver of excitement. The moment the Speaker had finished, one of the bewigged and gowned lawyers stood up. This, it seemed, was the renowned defense counsel Pinky Vigal. He seemed tame enough to Sa.s.sinak, a mild-mannered older man who hardly deserved the nickname Pinky. But she heard from the industrious explainer behind her that it had nothing to do with his appearance, coming rather from the closing argument in a case he had won many years back. This explanation, long and detailed, finally caught the attention of a bailiff who shook his staff at the guest seating box, instantly hushing the gossiper.
A formal dance of legality ensued, with Defense Counsel and the Chief Prosecutor deferring to one another"s expertise with patent insincerity, and the Justices inserting nuggets of opinion when asked. Pinky Vigal wanted to sever his client"s trial for mutiny, a.s.sault, murder, conspiracy, and so on from any consideration of the claims of those born on Ireta, inasmuch as recent evidence indicated that a noxious influence of the planet or its biosphere might be responsible for his behavior. And that evidence was so recent that his client"s trial should be put off until the defense had time to consider its import.
The Prosecutor insisted that the fate of Iretan native-borns, and of the planet itself, could not be severed from consideration of the crimes of Tanegli and the other conspirators. Defense insisted that taped depositions from witnesses were not adequate, and must not , be admitted into evidence, and the Prosecution insisted that they were admissable.
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likely to take awhile. Sa.s.sinak had time to wonder again where the others were. Dupaynil she knew about, at least in outline, but what about Ford? She was sure that if Ford had been on a Seti ship, he"d have somehow taken control and arrived in time for the trial. But where was he? He was supposed to have acquired more backup troops. So far she"d seen nothing but heavy-worlders wearing Federation Insystem uniforms.
And Lunzie? Had she not made it back from Diplo? Had something happened to her there? Or here? Aygar could testify about what he"d been told by the heavy-worlders who reared him, d.a.m.ning enough to ensure conviction on some of the charges. But they needed Lunzie or Varian or Kai for the original mutiny.
Despite the briefings she"d had in both the local Fleet headquarters and the Chief Prosecutor"s office, Sa.s.sinak really did not understand exactly how this case would be tried or whose decision mattered most. A case like this didn"t fit neatly into any category although she"d realized that lawyers" perspective would be far diflerent from hers. To them it was not a matter of right and wrong, of guilt or innocence, but of a tangle of competing jurisdictions, competing and conflicting statutes, possible alternative routes of prosecution and defense: a vast game-board in which it was "fan" to stretch all rules to their elastic limit.
She doubted that they ever thought of the realities: those people and places whose realities had no elasticity, whose lives were shattered with the broken laws, the torn social contract. Now the Justices finished handing down decisions on the initial requests and the Prosecutor opened with a history of the Iretan expedition.
Sa.s.sinak kept her mind on it with an effort- All the details of the EEC"s contracts, decisions, agreements, and subcontracts wafted in one ear and out the other. Lunzie"s version had been for more vivid. Display screens lit with the first of the taped testimony on data cube videos taken by the original expedition team, before the mutiny. There were the jungles, the golden flyers, the fringes, the dinosaurs ... a confusion of lifeforms. The expedition members, going about their tasks. The chil- .
dren trying hard to look appropriately busy for their pictures.
A light came on above one of the delegate"s seats and the translators broadcast the question in Standard.
"Are these the native born Iretan children making claim for the planet?"
"No, Delegate. These children"s parents lived aboard the EEC vessel, and given this furlough onplanet as an educational experience."
The light stayed on, blinking, and another question came over the speaker system.
"Did the native born Iretan children send a representative?"
Sa.s.sinak wondered where that delegate had been for the past several days since Aygar"s involvement in her escapades had been all over the news media. The Chief Prosecutor looked as if he"d bitten into something sour and it occurred to Sa.s.sinak that the delegate might be already in the defense faction.