Planet Pirates Omnibus

Chapter Eighteen.

"But, sir, you always go rhuch hunting." " "True, but you remember I thought of not going, ; with Sa.s.sinak coming in and the trial approaching. Then "they had that "cancellation" in Bakli Lodge. Well, no matter now. We can dig into that later, a.s.suming we ; ensure a later."

"Sir, if I may suggest?" Dallish looked both embar- and determined. "Go ahead."

"Lunzie"s now the single witness in the Iretan case. She"s an obvious target even if she hadn"t brought back all that from Diplo."

"She ought to be safe enough here ..." Coromell ! began, and then he shook his head. "Except that we"ve ; already pa.s.sed word to the Prosecutor"s office that she"s j;pnplanet"

"And we have to a.s.sume a leak in that office. Yes, ,8far."



"Mmm. We"ll just have to make sure we have none are." His comunit buzzed and Coromell picked it up. "Ah . . . Mr. Justice Vrix. Yes, as a matter of feet, but you have her taped deposition on file. No, No, that"s ipossible. Because . . . yes. Precisely. And until that time, I"m not risking the government"s remaining wit-i." He flipped a toggle and smiled at Lunzie. "You .

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see? We must not let you out of our sight between now and the trial."

Fleet shuttle Seeker This time, Ensign Timran told himself, he would do everything right the first time. Not by accident, but by the exercise of cool judgment and keen intelligence. He knew that he"d been chosen for this mission because he had a habit of being lucky. But this time he had a team of marines, a pair of Weft officers (that they outranked him hardly mattered: while he piloted the shuttle, he ranked everyone) and authorization to rescue his revered captain. He was going to do everything right. He would make no mistakes.

Tongue caught between his teeth, he eased the shuttle off its platform, remembered to key in the appropriate signal to the Zaid-Dayan to confirm liftoff, remembered to check the low-link and high-link connections with the cruiser"s com shack. From this vantage, the Station looked as if a mischievous child had taken three or four sets of TekiLink toys and mismatched half the connections. As a habitat for gerbils, it might have a certain charm but it lacked die clean functional lines Timran approved of in Fleet installations. The cruiser had been docked at the outer end of one long arm; he had another such to dodge, with a row of boxy insystem transports.

Then he was clear, with an easy drop trajectory down to the shuttleport. Except that he was not going to the shuttleport. He hadn"t told Arly: she was busy enough. And his orders said nothing specific about the shutdeport, just that he was to go render a.s.sistance to Sa.s.sinak. He was sure she wasn"t at the shuttleport. If she had been, she"d have contacted the cruiser before now. So going to the shuttleport would only involve a lot of hashing around with civilians who didn"t want a Fleet shuttle in their airs.p.a.ce anyway.

Beside him, one of the Wefts had tuned in the civilian newscast. Tim almost glanced at it when he heard the commentator"s question to the evicted Security team and the answers, but he remembered what had happened last time he got distracted. More to the point were the angry questions from Airs.p.a.ce Control. They seemed to think he would interfere with scheduled traffic. He smiled to himsetf. Military shuttles would not have survived in service if they"d been blind to other craft. He knew where everything around him was at least as well as Airs.p.a.ce Control. And all of them knew, from hearing the smug Security teams brag about it, that FedCentral had no inner air defenses The Bronthin had refused to allow them. From Tim"s point of view, the only weapons down there were little stuff.

"We"re not goin" to the "port?" asked the Weft, Kiksi, her name was. If she was a she . . . Tim had never bothered to find out much about Wefts. He didn"t I- dislike them, he just found his own amus.e.m.e.nts far more interesting than theoretical knowledge about aliens.

"No," Tim said. "They"ll just try to impound us. And Commander Sa.s.sinak can"t be there, or she"d have contacted us."

"Good thought," said the Weft. "Do you know where she is?"

"n.o.body does," said Tim. He had punched up the mapping function and was now trying to decide just where he did want to land. FedCentral offered little open land close to where he thought Sa.s.sinak might be.

"Not strictly true," said the other Weft, Tenant Sricka. , "Sa.s.sinak is not where the shuttle can reach her."

This time he did look away, though he kept his hands steady. "You know where she is? Why didn"t you tell Arly?"

"She kept moving. She was under surface. We had no return contact."

"Under surface . . . like in a submarine?" FedCentral ihad only one ocean and Tim had not suspected it of submarine transport.

A chuckle from Kiksi, that made his ears burn. "No . . under the city. Subways? Maintenance tunnels?

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touch her mind more directly. But you, where are you planning to land the shuttle? And how to prevent detection?" "I"m not sure."

He knew his ears were bright red and the back of his neck, under his uniform. It had seemed like a good idea, and even before Arly called on him, he"d daydreamed about rescuing Sa.s.sinak, poring over the maps of the vast complex. The shuttle could land on unprepared ground, could even make a direct vertical drop of fifty to a hundred feet, although he"d never done it. But he couldn"t land on the roofs of ordinary buildings or on slideways or monorail tracks.

Sricka reached over and tapped the map-control console; the area he"d been watching slid aside, and another came up. Open, not too rough, and fairly near the city. He didn"t recognize the code.

"Land fill," the Weft said. "That end"s already covered, and the replanting cycle"s only up to gra.s.s. And that yellow line there, that"s a subway tunnel for returning workers to their housing. It"s your decision, but if I were flying this thing, that"s where I"d go."

He had no better ideas, and he was not about to ask for a vote. He could almost feel the marines" amus.e.m.e.nt tickling his backbone.

"Looks good," he said, trying to sound casual. "And thanks."

"Will it alarm you if I shift?"

"No. Of course not."

Nonetheless, he had to gulp hard when the ordinary human figure beside him turned into a ma.s.s of extra joints, spiky protruberanees, and all too many legs. And a row of bright blue eyes. Instead of staring, he entered his desired destination in the shuttle"s navigational computer and saw to it that the course changes all went as planned. By the time he neared the landfill, flying the shuttle as if it were any aircraft, he knew that the Zaid-Dayan was long gone. He had to do it right this time. If he messed up, there would be no rescue.

Chapter Eighteen.

For a moment, following Aygar up into the more public tunnels, Sa.s.sinak thought how she could explain all this to a Board of Inquiry, if she survived long enough. There were no Rules of Engagement covering this sort of thing. She remembered something about "accepting civilian volunteers into a military mission" -not recommended, but it did happen-and more than one pa.s.sage strongly cautioning Fleet officers from involving themselves in local politics. And this was hardly local politics. She had taken on some part of the Federation itself and even though she considered the people involved to be traitors, they could say the same of her.

She dared not think too far ahead or the weight of it would crush her. A single Fleet captain against the most powerful families in the Federation, against the ma.s.sed pirates, plus the Seti? And with nothing but a ragged bunch of crazies and losers? How could she even be thinking of this? Yet the thought daunted her for only a moment. She had survived the raid on her home, against odds as high. She had survived battle after battle in s.p.a.ce where any mistake could have killed her, and some nearly had. She had survived the 283.

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jealousy of other officers, a hundred mischances, to be where she was now. If not you, who? Abe had said more than once.

No time for letting her mind drift, not even to the things Fleur had told her. She would have time later for more such talks, for long reminiscences, for shared tears and laughter, or they would both be dead. For now, she had Aygar to get safely to the rendezvous with his student friend, and whatever came after. She patted her midsection where the extra bulk Fleur had insisted she stuff into the pale blue worksuit felt itchy and unfamiliar. Even worse was the slight dowager"s hump that p.r.i.c.kled when she twitched her shoulders, trying to remember to slump. Although she"d seen in the mirror that the gray streaks Fleur had added to her hair as well as decidedly wrong makeup made her look years older, she kept thinking a more complete disguise would have been better. Aygar, whose height and shoulders made him unmistakable, had been turned into a male fashion plate. A voluminous magenta shirt unlaced halfway down his chest and tucked into tight gray shorts made him look like anything but fugitive. His mapper b.u.t.ton now looked like one of the jewels studding a huge medallion hung on stout chain around his neck.

The first "uptowners" they saw hardly glanced at them. The upsloping tunnel, linking one subway level with another, had streams of pedestrians scurrying in both directions. Most wore one-piece worksuits in grays, browns, and blues; the others were dressed as flamboyantly as Aygar. Homebound workers, Fleur had said, mingling with the pleasure-hunters who also tended to "change shifts" at rush hours. Sa.s.sinak trailed him, trying to look as if she merely happened to be going in the same direction. In that brief time below, she"d forgotten how noisy large groups could be. Announcements no one could have understood boomed from the levels below and above; the scurrying feet were overlaid by a constant roar of conversation. A flare of Ryxi screeched, threatening, and the humans parted around them. A gray uniform approached at a jog. At the next level, the upbound stream bifurcated, a .

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third veering left and two-thirds right. Even more noise broke over them. The synthesized voice of the transportation computers announcing train arrivals and departures, warning pa.s.sengers away from the rails, repeating the same list of safety rules over and over. Friends met on the platforms with squeals of delight as if they had not seen each other at rush hour the day before. Less demonstrative workers glared at them or muttered brief curses. Aygar and Sa.s.sinak both turned right. Here, service booths backed the subway platforms: fountains, restrooms, public callbooths, even a few food booths. As he"d been directed, Aygar turned into the third of these. Sa.s.sinak paused as if to look over the menu displayed, then ducked in after him.

He was already shaking the hand of a much smaller young man with a milder version of the same outfit; small-flowered purple print shirt, and looser green shorts but higher-heeled boots. Backing him were two other young men, similarly dressed, and a girl who seemed to have stepped out of a Carin Coldae re-run. Her silvery snugsuit clung to the right curves, all the way down to sleek black boots, and her emerald green scarf was knotted casually on the left shoulder. Across the back of the bodysuit ran a stenciled black chain design and short lengths of minute black chain hung from her ear lobes.

Sa.s.sinak managed not to snicker. Innocent bravado deserved a pa.s.sing nod of respect, although she could have told the young woman that carrying a real weapon where she"d stashed her emerald-green plastic imitation needier would make it hard to draw in time for practical use. Her own hand checked the weapon Aygar had taken from the dead man behind the bar. She moved past them, up to the counter, and ordered a bowl of fried twists that were supposed to be real vegetables, not processor output. Whatever it was, it would taste better than her last meal. She paid for it from the money Fleur had given her and sat down at a largish table near the clump of young people. They were talking busily, waving their arms and looking like any other group of young people in a public place. Now they 286.

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were moving up, ordering their own food, and then Aygar led them to the table she"d chosen.

"Can we sit here?" asked the darkest of the young men. He was sitting already. "We need a big table."

Sa.s.sinak nodded, hoping she looked like a slightly intimidated middle-aged office worker. She ate a couple of fries and decided that it didn"t matter if they were real veggies or processed: they were delicious.

"I"m Jonk"k," he said, smiling brightly at her. "This is Gerstan, and this is Bilis, and our Coldae clone is Erdra." The girl gave Sa.s.sinak a long stare intended to impress.

"I thought you were supposed to be a cruiser captain."

"I am," Sa.s.sinak said very quietly. "Did you never hear of disguises?"

They all looked unimpressed and she sighed inwardly. Had she ever been this young?

"I wore this for you," the girl said. "I thought . . ."

Sa.s.sinak laid a hand over the girl"s wrist with strength enough to get a startled look. "I had a Coldae poster, in silver, when I was a girl. But that was a picture. Reality"s different."

"Well, of course, but ..."

Sa.s.sinak released the girl"s wrist and leaned back, giving her stare for stare. The girl reddened suddenly.

"Erdra, you wouldn"t have lasted a week in the slave pens. Most of my friends didn"t."

Now their stares had a different expression. Jonlik"s bottle of drelz sauce was dripping on his lap.

"Best wipe that up," she said, in the tone she used aboard ship.

He gaped, looked down, and mopped at his shorts with one flowing sleeve.

"I told you," Aygar growled. She wondered what else he"d told them. At least he was keeping his voice low.

Sa.s.sinak turned to Gerstan. "Is it true, what Aygar said, that you can patch into the secure links without being caught?"

Gerstan nodded, and gulped down his mouthful of fries.

"So fer. We"ve gotten all the way up to H-Level, and there"s really tricky stuff from F-level on up. I"ve never been as far as H by myself. Erdra"s done it, though."

"What"s on H-level?"

Erdra tossed her head in a gesture not quite like Coldae"s but close enough.

"Well, it lets you play model games with the lower levels. Like, what if all the water in the auxiliary reservoir is gone suddenly and the pumps on that line are about to seize. That"s one thing, but it"s not just games, because it"s realtime, using their data, bollixing their sensors, overriding the safety interlocks. I"ve never done anything really dangerous ..." The tone was that of someone who had indeed done something criminal, if not dangerous, but who wasn"t about to admit it.

Bilis snorted. "What about the time you convinced Uie Transport Authority a train had derailed out on the Yellow Meadow line?"

"That wasn"t dangerous. They had time to stop the following trains. I set it up that way."

"Cost the taxpayers 80,000 credits, they said," Bilis said to Sa.s.sinak. "Lost time, damage from the emergency halts, hours of hunting the "bases, looking for tampering. Never did find her."

"Never did find the tap at all," said Erdra who sounded much smugger than someone faking a train derailment should. "And if something blows when a train has to make an emergency stop, it needs finding. If there had been a wreck, that number 43 would"ve plowed right into it. They should thank me for finding their problems."

Sa.s.sinak eyed the girl, wishing she had her on the Zaid-Dayan for a few weeks. With all that talent, she needed someone to straighten her out.

"By the way," Erdra said sweetly, popping a couple of fries into her mouth and crunching them. "How come your ship left without you?"

"I beg your pardon?" It was the only alternative to the scream that wanted to erupt from her gut.

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spore or something you caught on Ireta. Whatever made you kill that admiral."

For a moment the whirl of Sa.s.sinak"s thoughts found no verbal form. Rage: how dare they leave her! Fear: she had been so sure that if she could get a signal out, Arly would be there for her. Exultation: she had been right There was more going on than anyone had thought and those blasted smug Internal Security fops were going to find something worse than a Fleet cruiser"s guns to worry about.

She controlled all that, and her breathing, with an effort, and said, "I didn"t kill any admiral." But I could cheerfully kill you, she thought at Erdra who clearly had no telepathic ability at all because she kept right on smiling.

"You nearly finished?" That came from an irritated clump of men in business jumpers, their fry packets leaking grease onto their fingers.

"Oh, sure." Gerstan stood up as quickly as the others did. "Let"s go on to somewhere else and talk, huh?"

Sa.s.sinak felt very much the drab peahen among the flock but dealt with that by taking the lead. She trusted Aygar to keep them following.

Back down the sloping connecting tunnel to the narrow service tube and the un.o.btrusive door. Their last protest had been some distance back. Sa.s.sinak paid no mind to it. She had enough to think of. Arly would not have taken the Zaid-Dayan out without good reason. That she knew. But on top of her own concern, her own burning desire to be there when anything happened to her ship, the words "Court Martial" burned in her mind. There was no excuse short of death for a captain who was downside when her ship went into action.

She gave the signal knock to the door, and it opened at once. She led the others in, and when the door shut behind them, they faced the same weapons she had.

"What is this?" Gerstan demanded.

"Caution," Sa.s.sinak said. And to Coris, "No one noticed us and we had no problems. Some of these were fairly loose-tongued in a fry bar but the place was jammed with commuters. Shouldn"t be a problem." She .

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turned back to the students. "You wanted a conspiracy? You"ve just found one. These," and she waved an arm at her motley troop, "are fellow-conspirators. Refugees. Ex-slaves. The poor and homeless of this city which, according to Aygar, you hope to help by plotting a coup."

From their expressions, none of the students had actually met any of the undergrounders before. To their credit, none of them tried to bolt.

"You"re sure about these four?" Coris asked.

"Not entirely, yet, but let"s go down a bit and see if Erdra"s as good as Gerstan says." Coris nodded, and waved Sa.s.sinak through the group. She spoke over her shoulder to Erdra. "Did they give any specifics about the ship leaving? Say what it was after?"

"Uh . . . not really." Erdra sounded much less smug. Perhaps the girl had recognized that those weapons were real. "Just that they-the people aboard-threw off the Security teams that make sure no weapons are usable. A shuttle was sent off and then the ship left the Station. They"d said something about an invasion, but there"s been no word. But that got squashed. It"s been confirmed that nothing"s out there that shouldn"t be."

"And you believe that?" Sa.s.sinak didn"t wait for an answer, but let her annoyance work itself out. "You, who created a fake train wreck? Who could"ve hidden a real one as easily?"

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