"These sc.u.mbags - I"m not going to use sc.u.mvermm, even in reverse - they"re planning to loot me bare and then blow me up."
Simeon was understandably upset if he was referring to the SSS-900-C as "me."
"That is bad news for you," Amos said, steeling himself for how that would also be bad news for Bethel.
"But if they do that, th^Central Worlds Navy will firid out - would find out, even if the Kolnari had pulled this hijack off the way we fooled them into thinking they had. Central Worlds"d send flotillas all through this sector and look behind every s.p.a.ce rock. For sure, they"d inspect any inhabited system. While the Saffron system may be ferdlin" remote, it"s still on the maps. And the Kolnari know that, hey* So they"re sacrificing their chance of stripping Bethel in exchange for the station. Means they gotta leave both, fast. So what odds they plan on doing Bethel the same way they do me, when they go? Blow it, too, and cover any traces they hadn"t time to sweep under the carpet. These guys are pigs, but they"re not stupid.*1 "Yes, I see," Amos said, barely moving his lips. "Sound strategic a.n.a.lysis. Thank you, Simeon."
Thanks for nothing, the brain thought dismally. Amos had had the comfort of knowing die Navy would at least rescue the survivors on his homeworld, win or lose here on SSS-900-C.
"Anything we can do about that?* Channa asked as they entered the lounge.
"Not much more than what we"re doing now," Simeon said. "But it"s going to be a very dose run at the end. We"ve got to be ready, at all costs. Minutes may make the difference."
Keri Holen tried to read, but she"d been on the same page for some time now and still had no idea of its content. Trivia, she thought. Before her life was put in danger, all her friends and family"s lives, she hadn"t known what triviality was. It was anything that didn"t have to do with keepinj you alive; anything that didn"t have to do with winning.
"On the other hand, fretting doesn"t do me any good, either," she said. Why did I volunteer* she asked herself. Well, the risk mas there anyway, and we need to get the second vims working, she thought. Not everyone was a gymnast and martial artist, either.
Frustrated, she threw the reader onto the cushion beside her and rose to pace the room. There was a soft chime and Simeon"s public face bloomed on the wall screen.
"The Kolnari are in your area," he said, warning all those in the threatened sector. "Get your virus capsules in position. Don"t panic. Don"t argue or they will harm you. Remember, place the capsule in your mouth, bite down, try not to swallow. Good luck," he added fervently.
Keri rushed to the cabinet where she had stored her supply among other pharmaceuticals. Her hands were shaking so much the capsules flew out of the bottle like confetti when she at last got it open. Moaning, she rushed to gather them up and put them away before the Kolnari arrived. She put one in her mouth, holding it between cheek and gum.
She returned to the living area and stood watching the door, fingers twining with the tabs of her robe. She could feel her pulse beat in her lips and fingertips, she felt as though she"d been running.
The door opened.
G.o.d, she thought as she bit down on the capsule. There are four of them! The capsule dissolved with a rush of coolness. Keri smiled broadly and let the robe drop.
"Welcome to my parlor." Said the spider to the fly.
Mazkira entered the elevator and selected her destination. The mining components fabricator was a treasure of immense value to the Clan. With it, they could scavenge several crucial materials from uninhabited asteroids at need. Besides that, the sc.u.mvermin operator was a pleasure to torment, in several different ways. She grinned. Then the expression faded. She could smell him, the scent was heavy in the cage - far more than it should have been when he merely pa.s.sed through several times daily.
She looked up... into the barrel of a rock-cutter and above it the grinning face of Kevin Duane.
"Eat this, b.i.t.c.h!" he snarled and powered up the cutter. He cut the Kolnari woman in half lengthwise and smiled as he watched the two sizzling halves crumple to the floor.
The elevator arrived at his level and he replaced the hatch cover. There was the access tunnel, just where Joat had told him it would be.
He handed Joat the rock-cutter and she raised an inquiring brow. He gave her a grin and a thumbs-up sign. Suddenly the elevator dropped out from underneath him and he was holding on by his elbows, feet scrabbling against the slick shaft walls. He inched his way in, his broad shoulders making it difficult to maneuver. Far below he could hear the elevator coming up again.
"Hurry up!" Joat said, sliding the rock-cutter down the access tunnel and turning back to pull him in by his shirt.
All she succeeded in doing was pulling it up over his head; his arms were almost immobilized by the tough febric.
"Stop," he said. "Stop it."
"Hurry up!" she cried and slid backwards to give him room. "Or thaj: elevator will smear your carca.s.s all the way to the top of the station."
He was most of the way in now, but couldn"t seem to get his feet in. He began to panic, barking his knees on the side walls of the tunnel, the s.p.a.ce too narrow to allow him to turn or pull up his legs. In a panic, he caught at Joat"s legs and yanked. Her palms squealed on die slick metal as she struggled futilely to keep her place.
The drag was just enough to get him all the way in, the side of the elevator lifted the soles of his feet gently as it pa.s.sed.
Kevin dropped his head into his arms and giggled with mild hysteria.
Joat glared at him for a moment, then grinned and whispered, "Hooray! Another one for our side."
"Yes?" Belazir said, looking up from his notescreen.
It was the medico again. The Kolnari repressed an impulse to kick it. If you hit messengers, messages ceased coming. On the other hand, his rime was valuable. Especially now, with the transports here and loading round the cycle.
The thought restored his good humor. Sixty ships, a fifth part of the Clan"s fleet, under his command. Not only transports, but a fighting platform and a couple of the factory ships. It was as good as having Chalku proclaim him successor. Better, since his chances of living long enough to claim it were much higher. A formal announcement might drive some brick-skull like Aragiz t1 Varak to desperation.
"Great Lord, there is... a problem."
"Mine or yours, creature?" he said, slightly impatient The loading was going so slowly.
"Great Lord, we have disabling sickness."
"What?" Suddenly he was looming over the eunuch.
"No, pleasel Don"t hurt me. lUfc only old Veskis, the bonesetter. Please, my Great Lord?"
Belazir"s aquiline nostrils flarett "Speak."
"Over sixty ill warriors have sought medical aid, Great Lord. We have never seen the like." It swallowed. "Great Lord, we do not know how to cure the illness!"
Belazir had just finished a large meal. Now it lay Hke curdled hot lead in his gut. Impossible. He tapped at the notescreen, accessing recent files. Yes, over thirty warriors put down or suicided for infection. Not completely unprecedented, but among the heaviest numerically of instances on record. If another threescore had reported sick, there must be many who had not "How does the illness run?" Belazir asked.
"Swiftly in some, Great Lord. Fever, loss of nervous control, debility, nausea. Others more mildly. Still others recover quickly and are whole. From the blood of those I may produce a vaccine, in tune."
"Do so," Belazir ordered, "Swiftly." In time to avoid spoiling my triumph here, he thought "Wait"
He tapped his notescreen again. Most sickness occurred among those on no fixed duty. Of those, t"Varak"s ship suffered the most casualties. Belazir racked his brain for what he knew of diseases. Not much, since Kolnari were rarely bothered by disease: accident, yes. He reflected on this problem, queried the info-banks, thought again.
"Orders," he said. "Isolate those infected." Those whom they could, that is. A n.o.ble could be killed but not placed under restraint "This may.. ." He hesitated. "May be related to the disease troubling the sc.u.mvermin." Hideous, that a disease would strike the Divine Seed more strongly than mere sc.u.mvermin. "The infected sc.u.mvermin are to be avoided. Go, post the orders,** That such a scourge should arise nowy he thought, looking back at the notescreen. Loading was moving far too slowly. Chalku ad given him a deadline; past that, they were to abandon anything remaining, kill and leave. If there was much less than he had promised, he would go from hero to goat Even if the total he did manage was more than any other Kolnari had ama.s.sed, performance and prestige would be measured against expectation.
"Time," he muttered. Time was wasting, and the margin for error with it He stood. "Computer. Kolnar, noon at Maridapore."
White-blue light flashed across the parkland, hurtful even to him in the instant before his pupils shrank to pinhead size.
Jekit nor Varak prowled the corridors. He was not in powered armor. There were not enough suits to go around and their maintenance requirements were fierce. The patrol was to enforce curfew and prevent sabotage, which was becoming a problem. He was in a flexible suit, with a comlink and a plasma rifle. The corridors in this section were darkened, which gave his IR-sensitive eyes the advantage over any sc.u.mvermin.
As if I needed it, he thought. His main enemy was tedium. The corridors were changeless and identical. Ten paces left, take a turn at random. Trot down a long length, checking that the seals on the doors were unbroken. Flatten to a wall and wait He did isometrics then, muscle pulling on muscle against the strong flexible bones of his body. Nothing much else to do; except that he tired too soon, probably because of the d.a.m.nable light gravity he had been living in on this station. It would be a relief to get back to Kolnar-standard on the ship.
Although there were compensations. Keriholen, for example. Jekit"s teeth clicked together as he remembered how they had taken her, he and his brothers. Many times since the first occasion.
Worth the trouble, he thought timber as an eel and tireless as a real woman. Women were scarce for commoners. The n.o.bles took so many. He and his four brothers - they were born at one birthing-had only two wives between them, held in common, and a mere eight children.
Jekit was sweating. He wiped his face on a sleeve and resumed the pacing, trying to push such thoughts out of his mind. Not until after his watch. It was hot, whatever the gauge said. His stomach felt odd. Maybe the plundered food was bad, although the Divine Seed could eat pretty well anything organic.
Simeon watched the pirate. This Jekit was a perfect choice. Definitely had the Mark-II virus, too pigignorant to know it and he was almost asleep from boredom anyway. A little surprise would be good for his circulation.
He checked the progress of the relief party, ten soldiers and a squad leader. Plenty of witnesses, also perfect Timing was the key. They had only two guards to relieve before they reached Jekit.
Hurt my people, will you, Jekit? he thought. Okay, now let"s see how you tike being on the other end of the stick.
He began whispering. The words were loud enough to be audible, but not loud enough to be understood. Just nonsense syllables p.r.o.nounced in inflections similar to the Kolnari language, minute after minute, not steadily but rising and falling and stopping altogether for random intervals. Then an increase in the volume until the nonsense was a tease, tantalizingly on the edge of audibility. Add subsonics guaranteed to have the hair standing up along the spine, although Kolnari didn"t have body hair.
Gooseb.u.mps, then, he decided. Jekit paced, stopped, shook his head and brought the plasma rifle to port, thumbing off the safety.
Doesn"t this snardfy have any nerves ? Simeon asked himself in frustration. Then he added the refinement; things flickering atfhe edge of vision. The pirate was probably seeing things without Simeon"s visual aids since the sensors said his temperature was five percent over normal and rising. Sweat poured down his fece. That was rare since the Kolnari metabolism didn"t waste moisture.
Simeon constructed a less transparent image. Ah, that made him jump, Simeon thought. "Rankest!" he whispered, just loud enough to be understood.
Die, in Kolnari.
"Who"s there?" Jekit called out, swinging his weapon around. "Who goes? Answer me.r Simeon had a conversation going now, male and female voices whispering vehemently. He moved the whisperers down the corridors, through chambers and halls and galleries. Now they were around the corner, now they were overhead, now right behind him.
Jekit spun, his weapon leveled. "Sc.u.mvermin!" he shouted. The warning indicator flicked as his forefinger took up the slack on the trigger key.
The squad had exited the elevator on Jekit"s level and were marching towards his station. Trotting like a wolf-pack, rather; the leader was in armor, moving at the same pace. Slam-slam-slam, half a tonne pounding down at every step.
The Kolnari had his back pressed to the wall Simeon overlaid the powersuit"s footfalls, turning them into drumbeats in time with the fevered warrior"s own heart His head was snapping back and forth wildly, rims of white showing around the amber of his eyes.
Off to the right, around the corner from which his replacement would come, a voice called.
IJekit!" His officer called. "Turn to, idler, fool! Report"
Jekit almost moaned with relief, opening his mouth to call back. When he did he found the words matched, overlaid, neutralized by something. Shout, scream, nothing but the same blurred yammer.
"Painrod for you, seedless stothman," came the warning from his officer.
Jekit crouched and began making his way along the wall towards the voice. Halfway down the long wall, he jerked and vomited convulsively, bewildered. It had never happened to him before, that he lost his food.
Footsteps sounded from around the corner as the replacement squad advanced smartly towards him. He heard a soft hiss behind him and turned. He screamed as he looked into a shape out of homework! legend, a twenty-eyed worm with gnashing concentric mouths, thicker through the body than a man was high.
"Ancha" he screamed and fired. Grinder. There was nothing wrong with his reflexes yet, and the spear of nuclear fire lanced through the monster.
Gotcha, Simeon thought again. He"d been pretty sure that worm program was modeled on something native to Kolnar. So its name was "grinder"! Appropriate enough.
"Grinder** vanished. Behind it was a figure in power armor, slowly topping over backwards with the whole upper pan of the torso gone. The squad behind had already gone to earth and returned fire. A line of light touched Jekit"s right shoulder, and the plasma gun fell away. The blurring, blanking wall of un-sound fell away from his ears so suddenly that he could hear the slight whine as the weapon automatically cycled another deuterium pellet into the chamber. A plasma beam licked out at Jekit and his legs vanished from the knees down.
And he was still hot. His wounds did not hurt yet, insulated by shock, although he could smell the heavy fried meat odor. But his head hurt, it hurt... Tlie others were rushing forward to secure him for interrogation. It would go very badly for them if he died first Aurnght! Simeon thought Still, it should be fun listening to Jekit, the mighty warrior, explaining why he freaked like that Now, rvho"s next?
Belazir and Aragiz knelt together before Pol t"Veng. She was wearing the black robe and hood of an adjudicator and, in the dim light, that left only the yellow glow of her eyes visible. Belazir knelt with grace. The t"Veng was inferior by rank and birth, but she was efficient Also a woman, of course, but that meant less these days than it had on Kolnar. Everything in s.p.a.ce was a protected environment, like the fortress-holds. You either lived or died, generally. Aragiz knelt in quivering tension and the smell of his rage was musky, irritating to Belazir.
"I find," she said at last, "that Jerik nor Varak, free common-fighter of subclan t"Varak, opened fire on clan-kin while in hostile ground, without prior attack." That was the only excuse, and motivations or reasons mattered nothing, by Kolnari law.
"He killed: one pet.i.t-n.o.ble officer of subclan t"Marid. He destroyed: one suit of powered armor. Here is the judgment of the High Clan.
"At the next rendezvous of all units, t"Varak gens shall render to Belazir t"Marid forty hundred units of Clan credit or goods to the same value, neutrally appraised. They shall also render five breeding-age but unbred females of pet.i.t-n.o.ble or higher rank, fully educated. In addition, Belazir t"Marid may go among the concubines and wives of Aragiz t"Varak for one cycle and sow there as he wills. Aragiz t"Varak shall do likewise among Belazir t"Marid"s. Judgement is rendered."
As one, they bowed low enough to touch their foreheads to the deck. A good judgement, Belazir thought. Fair, wise, and most of all, expedient. Part of the longstanding trouble was that the t"Varak gens were not as closely linked by seed as ike rest of the High Clan families. They had been landless mercenaries on homeworld, and had had the bad hick to sign on with the High Clan just before a war that ripped up half a continent and ended in headlong flight for the survivors. Technically mercenaries were not subject to the extermination-proscriptioivo"f the vanquished n.o.bility. Like peasants and commoners, they could switch allegiance to the winning side. Technicalities did tend to get lost in the fine glow of victory, though....
Of course, Aragiz t"Varak would be unlikely to look at it in quite that way. Still, in the long term, knowing the closer relationship would reduce hostility. Hopefully.
Without word or gesture, Aragiz rose and stalked out. No style at all, Belazir thought The fine was a trifle compared to what the station was bringing in, and they both had sixty or seventy children already. He merely hoped the t"Varak intellect was training and not a taint. The lights came up, and Pol removed the hood. That changed her from adjudicator to ordinary n.o.ble once more. "Fool," she said, with no need to say exactly who. "Dolt," he agreed, and snapped his fingers. Serig entered. They setded in comfortably. "Loading is going too slowly," Belazir said. "Truth, lord," Serig answered.
"Okay," Simeon whispered in Channa"s ear. "He"s in position."
The loading bay at the south-polar docking tube was more crowded than it had ever before been in the station"s seventy-odd years, mostly cluttered with disa.s.sembled equipment from the electronics fabricators two levels below, broken down just enough to let them be moved through the freight elevators. It would be more efficient to strip them down further and box the components, but that made them too easy to sabotage. There had been executions of stationers after Kolnari inspections showed hoy easy. Delicate electronics...
Weird, Channa thought, ostentatiously looking down at her notescreen. There had been no reprisals at all for the deaths and there had been a fair number. The Kolnari had just increased their patrols, as if taunting the stationers.
Channa turned to the pirate technician. Even weirder. You didn"t think of pirates as having technicians. They looked much the same as the sleekly dangerous warriors and flamboyant n.o.bles, but brisker.
Then again, they"ve kept thousands of people and hundreds of skips going for three generations-seven of theirs.
"Lord," she said in the appropriate meek tone, "here"s the next load. Do you accept?"
The Kolnari looked at the fabricator. It was a spindleshaped synth-and-metal machine about three meters long and one through at the widest point; half tubing and molecular shape chambers, half modules. Both points of the spindle ended in tapped burls that fitted into a bearing race. Underneath it was a floater cradle with-apparently -six arms and a twenty-centimeter base.
The Kolnari said something in her own language to her team - women were more common among their technical cla.s.s, evidently - and they went to work, plugging in their own info-systems and a portable power-feed to bring the fabricator up to standby.
"All order is,** the pirate said to her, waving her back. "Sc.u.mvermin, next bring.** The loading bay was one hundred meters by two hundred by three. Two Clan transports were docked at the outer hatches. Two-thirds of the way down the deck, the enemy had drawn a red line. On either side was a squad in power armor. Floating over them were pods of small servo-guns, antipersonnel weapons, heavy needlers that could be fired without endangering the fabric of the station. The weapons were highly dangerous to anyone not in combat armor, of course. Stationside of the line were civilians, working mostly in their own teams with a few Kolnari for supervision. Dockside of the line were only the Clan, crews. There were three checks from the initial position to the line: once while the equipment was being stripped down, a second when the stationer stevedores took charge, and a third when it was ready to go pver the line itself.
If any of the checks showed damage, the stationers in charge were flogged to death with a powered whip. Falling below quota earned ten strokes, which reduced the team"s efficiency drastically but was a very potent motivator.
It was ingenious, and working far too well.
Simeon murmured again. "Yeah, they"re locked in."
Channa forced herself not to look at the eyes of the Kolnari. However Simeon was doing it, it was not simple holographic projection. Maybe tightbeam on the retina....
Amos was whistling cheerfully as he swung the lifter around. G.o.d, he"s even gutsier than he is pretty, Channa thought They"d volunteered for this. Too many nerves had been shattered by the holocast record of die floggings. Someone had to restore confidence. To the Kolnari, it looked like the leaders were giving an example of enthusiastic obedience. Joseph bowed low as he handed over the controller pad for the cradle. Across the back of his overall was printed Sc.u.muermin Rule OK. One of Simeon"s suggestions to build morale.
The cradle followed obediently over the red line, behind the Kolnari technicians and toward the waiting cargo bay of the transport The line divided the gravity fields; one Standard gravity at the line itself, running quickly up to 1.6 at the lowered ramp-entrance. The work party moved through the crowds and the waiting chains of lifters. There was a howl as the four light arms _ suddenly there were only four - of the cradle gave way. The Kolnari team leapt in fearlessly, but the lifter failed in a burst of sparks and boomed hollowly to the deck plates. The fabricate^ slewed out of the broken cradle and onto the bent legs of the crew chief as she heaved back at the weight ten times her own.
The pirate alarms rang like angry windchimes. Channa and the others froze. So did the damaged tech. The other Kolnari lifted the damaged fabricator and set it down on a pad of packing-fiber nearby; lifting with unison grunt of effort and walking six steps with a lowvoiced chant. They set the machine down with a mother"s tender care. The tech lay with the broken bones projecting through the dark skin of her kneecaps, blood welling around them and the whites showing aU around her honey-colored eyes. The flying guns swooped in. Channa found herself looking down the business end of one, and so did each of the group that had brought the ruined machine to the edge of the Kolnari line.
Warriors followed; not the armored specialists, but crew on rotation duty. One was pulling a powered whip from his belt as he came. Channa dosed her eyes, but the first stroke never landed. She heard his voice murmur the Kolnari equivalent of, "Yes, sir."
She opened her eyes again. Amos and Joseph were rocking back on their heels as if they"d been ready to spring.
"Hequewdthebigboss," Simeon ghost-spoke through her implant. "Bela^stel^hmtockeckthern^ctionrecords.""