Meanwhile, the outside pickups revealed that the Thek which had been positioned near cruiser and transport were now grouped at the far end of the landing grid. Sa.s.sinak studied the screen for a few moments, and turned away, baffled. What were they doing?

She ate breakfast and changed into a dress uniform without expressing any such confusion to the crew, though their bafflement was apparent to her. Halfway through a gla.s.s of porssfruit juice, something tickled her memory about Thek.

She"d seen something like this ... it came back in a rush. The dead world, the time she had gone down with a landing party, and the Thek had come. First a few had cl.u.s.tered like that, and then others had come and clumped into some kind of structure. She"d forgotten about it for years, because of that mess with Achael, but . . . "cathedral" was what someone had termed it, the special conference mode of the Thek. To which she was bidden.

Despite herself, Sa.s.sinak shivered, remembering that folk involved in a Thek conference often found themselves extremely obedient servants of its determinations. She promptly initiated a Discipline procedure so that she would remember all that transpired during that unique experience. Then grinned to herself. This could make a riveting recital the next time she needed something to enliven a dull evening at the Sector HQ Officers" Club.

While she and most of the other "invited" guests went willingly through the one opening left by Theks fitting themselves into the immense structure. Captain Cruss did not. His boots dug grooves in the ground to show his unwillingness but inexorably he was brought into the cathedral and the last Thek clunked into place. Oddly enough, a curious ambient light provided illumination. Sa.s.sinak caught Aygar"s contemptuous look and turned away, only then noticing the collection of porous shards, a dull dark charcoal grey rather than the usual Thek obsidian, but patently a nearly disa.s.sembled Thek.



"Your core evidently bore strange fruit," she said to Kai, keeping her voice low. "And if that is indeed a very ancient Thek, we ephemerals will have to revise some favorite theories . . . and some good jokes."

"Commander," Cruss cried, his heavy voice reverberating so loudly the others winced, "I demand an explanation of the outrageous treatment to which I have been subjected."

"Don"t be stupid, Cruss," Sa.s.sinak said, pivoting to him. "You know perfectly well the Thek are a law unto themselves. And you are now subject to that law, and about to sample its justice."

"We have verified." The words, intoned in a non-directional voice, opened the conference. "Ireta is for Thek as it has been for hundreds of millions of years. It will remain Thek. For these reasons ..."

With no apparent pa.s.sage of time, Sa.s.sinak found herself leaning against Aygar. She needed to: she felt every second of her age in the steamy Iretan midday with its blazing sun beating down on them. Aygar clung to her for a moment more, obviously experiencing a similar disorientation. In the touch of his strong hands, she sensed that his earlier contempt for her had lessened. When he came out of his current shock, she expected he"d be a much more pleasant fellow.

Someone groaned. Sa.s.sinak blinked her eyes clear and saw Varian holding Kai upright. Cruss crouched on the ground in such an att.i.tude of dejection that she could almost pity him. Almost, not quite.

In the meantime, she had had her orders. She had to get her marines, Weft and human, off that transport before Cruss woke up and lifted it off-world. Innocent or not, anyone on board at lift-off would have only one destination. That, the Thek had made quite clear. Trying to shake off the after-effects of that extraordinary experience and access the Discipline-retained memories, she let Ford and Lunzie shepherd them into the pinnace for the short hop back to the cruiser. But she couldn"t organize her thoughts beyond responding to the implanted instructions.

Once in her quarters she gave the necessary orders and then paused to catch her breath. The Thek had somehow compressed the very air inside their cathedral, enervating to the humans, and what she"d really have liked was a long quiet stretch of solitary meditation, to regain her own sense of s.p.a.ce.

Half-bemused, and half-annoyed, she noticed that Lunzie was not so patient. Her Great-great-great prodded Ford into finding her liquor cabinet, poured drinks for everyone, and offered a toast "To the survivors!"

Sa.s.sinak drank, thinking to herself that Lunzie must have enjoyed that Sverulan brandy as much as it deserved, to be so eager to find more. Prior to the conference, Lunzie had buffered Kai and Varian and now she snapped them out of it. They burst into speech, and stopped as their voices clashed.

Sa.s.sinak chuckled. "Cruss took quite a beating." Gingerly she touched her temples where a ma.s.sive head-ache was gathering. "We all did."

"Despite our clear consciences and pure hearts," Varian added with a sly grin at Lunzie. Sa.s.sinak depressed the comunit b.u.t.ton. "Pendelman, request Lieutenant Commander Dupaynil to join us. And didn"t we just get exactly the information we needed. Cruss spilled his guts. Not that I blame him."

"Then you know who"s behind the piracy?" Lunzie asked, excited.

"Oh, yes. I"ll wait until Dupaynil gets here. Kai and Varian have been covered with glory, too. Which is only fair."

Kai took up the narrative then, explaining that they had rescued a Thek who had been trapped for eons and buried so deeply it had been unable to summon help. Originally Ireta had been earmarked as a feeding ground with its rich transuranics so satisfying to Thek appet.i.tes, hence the cores. The Thek Ger had been guardian, to make certain young Thek did not strip the planet of its riches and leave it a barren husk.

"The Thek are the Others," Lunzie gasped.

"That is the inescapable conclusion," Sa.s.sinak agreed. "Thek are nothing if not logical. We were also exposed to quite a hunk of Thek history. I"ll joggle the rest out of my head later. The relevant fact is that it became apparent to the Thek after a millennium of gorging that, if they couldn"t curtail their appet.i.tes, they ran the risk of eating themselves out of the galaxy."

"No wonder they had an affinity for dinosaurs," Fordeliton exclaimed with a whoop of laughter.

"We get to preserve them now," Varian said, rather proudly.

Kai grinned shyly. "Ireta is restricted, of course, as far as transuranics go but I, and my "ilk," as they put it, have the right to mine anything up to the transuranics for ... is it as long as "we" live? I"m not sure if the limit is just for my lifetime."

"No," said Lunzie. "By ilk, the Thek probably mean the ARCT-10, for as long as it survives. You deserve it, Kai. You really do."

"Curiously enough," Sa.s.sinak said into the respectful pause that followed, "the Thek did appreciate the fact that you all have lost irreplaceable time. Thek justice is unusual."

Thek had lumped all humans - the timelagged, the survivors, and the descendants - in one group as survivors. They could remain or leave as they chose.

"I wonder if some of the Iretans might consider enlisting in the Fleet," Sa.s.sinak mused, thinking of Aygar. "Wefts are excellent guards but Ireta produced some superb physical types. Ford, do see if we can recruit a few."

"And the surviving member of the original heavyworlder contingent?" Lunzie asked.

"Mutiny cannot be excused, nor the mutineer exonerated," Sa.s.sinak answered, her expression stem. "He is to be taken back to Sector Headquarters to stand trial. The Thek were as adamant on that score as I am."

"And Cruss is being sent back?" Ford asked.

Sa.s.sinak steepled her fingers, permitting herself a satisfied smile. "Not only sent back but earthed for good. Neither he, his crew, nor any of the pa.s.sengers will ever leave their planet. Nor will that transport lift again."

"The Thek do nothing by halves, do they?"

"They have been exercised, if you can imagine a Thek agitated," Sa.s.sinak went on, getting to the real meat of the cathedral"s findings, "about the planetary piracies and patiently waiting for us to do something constructive about the problem. The intended rape of Ireta has forced them, with deep regret, to interfere." Just then, Dupaynil entered. "On cue, for I have good news for you. Commander. Names, only one of which was familiar to me." She beckoned the Intelligence officer to take a seat as she leaned forward to type information on the terminal. "Parehandri is so conveniently placed for this sort of operation ..."

"Inspector General Parehandri?" Fordeliton exclaimed shocked.

"The same." Lunzie chuckled cynically. "It makes sense to have a conspirator placed high in Exploratory, Evaluation, and Colonization. He"d know exactly which planetary plums were ready to be plucked."

Kai and Varian regarded her with stunned expressions.

"Who else, Sa.s.sinak?" Lunzie asked.

She looked up from the visual display with a smug smile. "The Sek of Formalhaut, Aidkisaga IX, is a Federation Councillor of Internal Affairs." She noticed Lunzie"s startled reaction but went on when she saw Lunzie close her lips tightly. "One now understands just how his private fortune was accrued. Lutpostig appears to be the Governor of Diplo, a heavyworlder planet. How convenient! Paraden, it will not surprise you to discover, owns the company which supplied the grounded transport ship."

"We could never have counted on uncovering duplicity at that level. Commander," .was Dupaynil"s quiet a.s.sessment. He frowned slightly. "It strikes me as highly unusual for a man at Cruss" level to know such names."

"He didn"t," Sa.s.sinak replied equably. "He was only vaguely aware that Commissioner Paraden was involved. The Thek extrapolated from what he could tell them of recruitment procedures, suppliers, and what they evidently extracted from the transport"s data banks."

"But how can we use the information they obtained?" Dupaynil asked.

"With great caution, equal duplicity and superior cunning. Commander, and undoubtedly some long and ardent discussions with the Sector Intelligence Bureau. Fortunately, for my hypersuspicious nature, I"ve known Admiral Coromell for years and trust him implicitly ..."

"You know Admiral Coromell?" Lunzie asked, amazed.

"We are in the same fleet, dear ancestress. And knowing where to look for one"s culprits is more than half the battle, even those so highly placed." Sa.s.sinak saw her thoughtful look and went on briskly. "I have been given sailing orders, too. So, Fordeliton, brush up on your eloquence and see whom you can recruit from among the Iretans. Kai, Varian, Lunzie, I"ll have Borander return you to your camp with any supplies you might need to tide you over until the ARCT-10 arrives. Just one more thing ..." and she swiveled her chair about, turning to the rank of cabinets behind her and opening one with a thumblock. She heard Lunzie"s sigh of satisfaction as the squatty little brandy bottles came into view.

"Clean gla.s.ses. Ford - I"ve a toast to propose." And when all stood with their gla.s.ses ready, she expanded Lunzie"s brief presentation: "To the brave, ingenious, and honored survivors of this planet . . . including the dinosaurs."

That got a smile from all of them, and a chuckle as the smooth brandy slid down. Revived by the brandy"s kick, Kai and Varian rose, eager to get back to their camp. The Thek decision had given them both a lot to look forward to, and plenty of work.

"Kai, Varian, you go on without me," Lunzie said, surprising the co-leaders but not Sa.s.sinak. "I"d like a little while longer with this relative of mine." She turned to Sa.s.sinak, a bit shy and stiff suddenly.

In the flurry of parting, Sa.s.sinak rather hoped she knew what might be coming. After all, Varian would have her animals to study; Kai would have his minerals to mine . . . what would Lunzie have? Nothing. She"d be picked up by the ARCT-10; she"d try to find a recertification course to bring her up to date in medicine, and then she"d hire out for something else. Not the sort of life Sa.s.sinak would want. Even if she"d been a doctor.

"Let"s eat here," she said, as Kai and Varian, escorted by Ford, went off down the corridor. "It"s an awkward time for them in the messhall, right between shifts."

"Oh. Fine." Lunzie wandered around the office as Sa.s.sinak ordered the meal, looking at the pictures and the crystal fish. "That"s my favorite," said Sa.s.sinak of the fish. "After the desk. This thing is my great hunk of self-indulgence."

"Doesn"t seem to have hurt you much," said Lunzie, with a bite to it.

Sa.s.sinak laughed. "I saw it fifteen years ago, saved for seven years. The place makes them one at a time and won"t start one on credit. They spent two years building it, and then for five years it sat in storage until I had a place to put it."

"Umm." Lunzie"s eyes slid across hers, then came back.

"As near as I can make it, that Thek conference lasted four and a half hours," Sa.s.sinak said, running her finger around her damp collar. She"d loosen it once lunch had been served. Right now she had to loosen up Lunzie. She held up the bottle. "Wouldn"t you recommend another shot. Doctor Mespil. Purely medicinal, of course."

"If this old fool can prescribe a similar dose for herself?" Lunzie"s smile was little more natural as Sa.s.sinak filled both their gla.s.ses with a generous tot.

"Thanks."

Before they"d finished savoring the brandy, two stewards brought trays heaped with food: thinly sliced sandwiches, two bowls of soup, bowls of fried delicacies, fresh fruit obviously bartered from the Iretans.

Lunzie shook her head. "You Fleet people! And I always thought a military life in s.p.a.ce was austere!"

"It can be." Sa.s.sinak tasted her soup and nodded. Another one of her favorite cook"s creative successes. The stewards smiled and withdrew. Now Sa.s.sinak loosened her tunic. "There are certain . . . mmm . . . perks that come with rank and age."

"Mostly rank, I"d guess. I"m happy for you, Sa.s.s, you seem to have earned a lot of respect, and you"re clearly suited to your life."

For some reason this made Sa.s.sinak vaguely uneasy. "Well ... I like it. Always have. It"s not all this pleasant, of course."

"No? Have you seen combat often?"

"Often enough. Cruise before this one, we were boarded. Someone even took a potshot at me."

That caught Lunzie with her spoon stopped halfway to her mouth, and she put it down safely in the soup before asking more.

"Boarded? I didn"t know that happened in ... I mean, a Fleet cruiser?"

"That"s exactly the reaction of the Board of Inquiry. It seemed like a good idea at the time, though, Lunzie." Far from being upset by her great-great-great as a listener, Sa.s.sinak discovered a certain catharsis easing tension, almost as beneficial as medication. And just the thread of a new thought, bearing on the information the Thek had extracted. "My Exec had a shipload of slaves to get out of that system ASAP." She told Lunzie the whole story, backing and filling as necessary.

"And you"d been a slave . . . you knew ..." Lunzie murmured softly.

There was more understanding in that tone than Sa.s.sinak could well stand; she changed the subject again, surprised to find herself mentioning another problem.

"Yes, and as for crew loyalty, by and large you"re right. But not entirely. For instance," and Sa.s.sinak leaned back in her chair, regarding her guest with a measuring glance, "right now, I"m fairly sure that we have an informer aboard: someone in the pay of any one of those prestigious names we"ve been made privy to. Dupaynil and I have scanned and dissected the records of everyone on board and it hasn"t done us a bit of good. We can"t find tampering or inconsistencies or service lapses. But we have got a saboteur. My crew "re all starting to suspect each other. You can imagine what that does to morale!" Lunzie nodded, eyes sharpening. "The timid ones came to me, wanting me, of all things, to arrest our heavyworlders. As if heavyworlders were the Jonahs." She noticed Lunzie"s startled expression. "And the next thing will be some political movement or other. There has to be a way to find the rotter, but I confess I"m stymied. And I particularly want the b.u.g.g.e.r found before any hint of what we"ve discovered here on Ireta can possibly leak."

Lunzie began peeling a fruit, letting the rind curl below her fingers. "Would you like me to look through the files - the uncla.s.sified stuff, I mean? Maybe an outside eye? Sort of singing for my lunch, as it were?"

"Singing for your lunch?"

"Never mind. If you don"t trust an outsider ..."

"Oh, I trust you - G.o.ds below, my own great-great-great-grandmother." Sa.s.sinak caught herself on the rim of a hiccup, and decided that she was the least bit cozy from the brandy. "You could look through my bottom drawers if you wanted. But what can you find that Dupaynil and I haven"t found?"

"I dunno. But being older ought to do some good, if being younger can"t."

At this, they locked glances and giggled. Fresh eyes, Lunzie"s eyes, made no sense, and very good sense, and they were both more relaxed than necessary. Two hours later, poring over the personnel files, they had sobered but were no nearer solving Sa.s.sinak"s problem.

"I didn"t think you needed this many people to run a cruiser," said Lunzie severely. "It would be easier to check a smaller crew."

"Part of that great life I have as a cruiser captain."

"Right. One more engineering technician, grade E-4, and I"m going to ..." Suddenly she paused, and frowned. "Hold it! Who"s this?"

Sa.s.sinak called up the same record on her own screen. "Prosser, V. Tagin. He"s all right; I"ve checked him out, and so has Dupaynil." She glanced again at the now-familiar file. Planet of origin: Colony Makstein-VII, so - matotype: height range 1.7 - 2 meters, weight range 60 - 100 kg, eye color: blue/gray, skin: red/yellow/black ratio 1:1:1, type fair, hair type: straight, fine, light-brown to yellow to gray. Longheaded, narrow pelvis, 80% chance missing upper outer incisors. She screened Prosser"s holo, and saw a 1.9 meter, 75-kilogram male with gray eyes in a longish pale face under straight fine, fair hair. By his dental chart, he was missing the upper outer incisors, and his blood type matched. "There"s nothing off in his file, and he"s well-within the genetic index description. His eyes are too close together, but that"s not a breach of Security. What"s wrong with him?"

"He"s impossible, that"s what."

"Why?"

Lunzie looked across at her, a completely serious look. "Did you ever hear of clone colonies?"

"Clone colonies?" Sa.s.sinak stared at her blankly. She had neither heard of such a thing nor seen a reference to it. "What"s a clone colony?"

"What databases do you have onboard? Medical, I mean? I want to check something." Lunzie had gone tense suddenly, alert, almost vibrating with what she wouldn"t explain - yet.

"Medical? Ask Mayerd. If that"s not enough, I can even get you access to Fleet HQ by FTL link."

"I"ll ask Mayerd. They were talking about covering it up, and if they did - " Lunzie didn"t go on; Sa.s.sinak didn"t push her. Time enough.

Lunzie was on the internal corn, talking to Mayerd about medical databases, literature searches, and specific medical journals, in a slang Sa.s.sinak could hardly follow. "What do you mean. Essentials of Cell Reference isn"t publishing? Oh - well, that"s a stupid reason to change t.i.tles . . . Well, try Bioethics Quarterly, out of Amperan University Press, probably volume 73 to 77 . . . nothing? Ceiver and Petruss were the authors . . . Old Mackelsey was the editor then, a real demon on stuff like this. Of course I"m sure of my reference: as far as I"m concerned it was maybe two years ago." Finally she clicked off and looked at Sa.s.s, a combination of smugness and concern. "You"ve got a big problem, great-great-great-granddaughter, bigger than you thought."

"Oh? I need any more?"

"Worse than one saboteur. Someone"s been wiping files. Not just your files. All files."

"What exactly do you mean?" It was the first time she"d used her command voice in Lunzie"s presence and she was glad to see that it was effective. It didn"t, she noticed, scare Lunzie, but it did get a straight answer out of her.

"You never heard of clone colonies, nor has Mayerd who ought to have. I was a student on an Ethics Board concerning such a colony." Lunzie paused just a moment before continuing. "Some bright researchers had decided that it would be a possibility to have an entire colony sharing one genome: one colony made up exclusively of clones."

"But that can"t work," Sa.s.sinak said, recalling what she knew of human genetics. "They"d inbreed, and besides you need different abilities, mixtures ..."

Lunzie nodded. "Humans are generalists. Early human societies had no specialization except s.e.xual. You can"t build a large, complicated society that way, but a specialized colony, maybe. They thought they could. Anyway, in terms of the genetic engineering needed for certain environments, it would be a lot cheaper to engineer one, and then clone, even given the expense of cloning. And once they"d cleared the generation-limit problem, and figured out how to insert the other s.e.x without changing anything else, it would be stable. If you know there are no dangerous recessives, then inbreeding won"t cause trouble. Inbreeding merely raises the probability that, if such harmful genes exist, they will combine. If they don"t exist, they can"t combine."

"I see. But I"m not sure I believe."

"Wise. The Ethics team didn"t either. Because I"d been around, so to speak, when that first colony was set up and because I"d worked in occupational fields, I had the chance to give an opinion on the ethical and practical implications. One of a panel of two hundred or so. We saw the clones, well, holos of them, and the research reports. I thought the project was dangerous, to both the clones and to everyone else. For one thing, in the kind of environment the clones were designed for, I thought random mutations would be far more frequent than the project suggested. Others thought the clones should be protected: the project had a fierce security rating anyway, but apparently it went a step further and all references were wiped."

"What does that have to do with Prosser, V. Tagin?"

Lunzie looked almost disgusted, then relented. "Sa.s.sinak, that colony was on Makstein VII. Everyone in it - everyone had the same genome and the same appearance. Exactly the same appearance. I saw holos of members of that colony. Your Mr. Prosser is not one of the clones, though he"s been given the somatypes."

"Given?"

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