The Ship Avenged

Chapter 7

"Of course I can," Amos said through gritted teeth. "Master and G.o.d."

"You are thinking that we have beaten him into this condition, or that we have poisoned him."

Amos nodded.

Belazir"s face suddenly seemed weary. He shrugged and half-turned away.

"In fact he has been overcome by a contagious, progressive disease that attacks the memory center of the brain. You are a carrier of this disease, Simeon Amos, but we have made sure that you are completely immune to it. You have seen how rapidly it works, how devastating it is."



Belazirs golden eyes narrowed. "We Kolnari have gained great respect for such weapons. You and the rest of the sc.u.mvermin on that accursed station taught us a singular lesson about biological weaponry. Now we of Kolnar shall return the favor.

"You will be given a drug that will prevent you from moving or speaking and then you will be returned to your people."

Amos rose from the bunk, to confront Belazir on his feet.

"We are not stupid, Belazir. My people will know that something is wrong. Why else would you return me?"

"Oh, but they will have to fight to recover you. It will all be very convincing, I a.s.sure you. A raging chase through the skies of Bethel. But they will win, for yours is a valiant people. And their reward shall be to become like the Captain. We will leave him here with you so that you can fully appreciate what your return to the bosom of your people will mean to them."

As Amos rushed forward the grinning image of Belazir blinked out and he crashed into the wall instead. He slid down until he was sitting on the floor, and then he looked up to meet Captain Sung"s gaze.

"Who are you?" the man asked. "Who . . ."

CHAPTER FOUR.

Joat stared moodily at the screen. It listed the latest Standard Commercial Report listing of cargoes in demand at Rohan Station, together with charter listings and container requests from New Destinies. Item: thruster units. Item: thruster units. Officially, Rohan didn"t have shipyards. Officially, Rohan didn"t have shipyards. Item: power plant spares. Item: power plant spares. From the specs, there were some From the specs, there were some awfully awfully fast merchantmen operating out of Rohan-merchantmen who were profligate enough to burn out their overpowered drive units with some regularity. The sort of maneuver you needed to transit an atmosphere at high speed, or wrench another ship out of FTL transit. fast merchantmen operating out of Rohan-merchantmen who were profligate enough to burn out their overpowered drive units with some regularity. The sort of maneuver you needed to transit an atmosphere at high speed, or wrench another ship out of FTL transit.

"There are some things I just won"t do," she muttered.

Running that sort of cargo into a pesthole like Rohan was one of those things. Fuel, maybe. Foodstuffs, medical supplies, sure-if they went into a pirates sickbay or galley, that wasn"t her affair. But no fardling way way was she going to run drive coils or fire-control electronics. Not to Rohan. was she going to run drive coils or fire-control electronics. Not to Rohan.

"Joat, will you be advised by me?"

Lessee. I could offer to take those fifteen containers of pharmaceuticals at, say, three percent, then- Joat glanced up from the cargo manifest she was studying to look at Joseph. His face was solemn and his manner formal. She raised her brows.

"I"m always willing to listen to advice from people I respect, Joe. What"s on your mind?"

"I keep thinking of something you said to Bros Sperin. That going to Rohan was to a trader the equivalent of a virgin entering a wh.o.r.ehouse. It is a good a.n.a.logy, Joat, and it troubles me."

Joat leaned back in her chair, eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

"Go on," she said.

"It is not simply your reputation with Central Worlds that concerns me. You are known as a captain who keeps her hands clean. Will they not wonder why you have come to them? As well, your a.s.sociation with the SSS-900-C is widely known. As the adopted daughter of a sh.e.l.l-person you became quite famous for a while. To those guilty of aiding the Kolnari your name will surely set off a train of a.s.sociations which could result in considerable danger for you."

She folded her hands on her stomach and nodded slowly.

"You"re right. I will need a reason for going there that"s completely dissociated from Amos or the Kolnari. You know, I have this sneaking suspicion that Mr. Sperin wanted wanted me to be under suspicion. So that it would be easier for someone else-say, Bros Sperin-to slip in himself while everyone worried about me. Hmmm." me to be under suspicion. So that it would be easier for someone else-say, Bros Sperin-to slip in himself while everyone worried about me. Hmmm."

"Perhaps if you were to take on smuggled goods," Joseph suggested tentatively. "New Destinies has a reputation for looking the other way in such matters, so having this as your last port of call would lend credibility."

"I"d need to justify that," Joat said thoughtfully. "I"m the first to admit that I bend the rules till they scream for mercy, but seriously criminal behavior is something I"ve managed to avoid so far."

She tapped her fingertips together and stared into s.p.a.ce for a moment. Then she smiled.

"Rand," she asked, "do we have a recording of that little walk I took earlier?"

"Yes Joat I saw no reason not to make one."

"Can you adjust it to make it look as though it had been recorded by someone else?"

"I can."

"Do it. Then transmit it anonymously to Station Security." She winked at Joseph. "I took an unauthorized s.p.a.ce walk and entered the station illegally. They"ll hit us with a wonking great fine and I can use that as an excuse for needing fast and dirty credits." She grimaced. "It may take us there round about, but I think the added safety margin should be worth a small delay."

"But Joat, the fine will be real," Joseph objected. Frowning he asked, "What if you cannot pay it?"

"No problem." Joat grinned at him. "CenSec will pay-at least, I think I can thumbscrew any reasonable amount out of them. We"ll just put it under expenses. Might come to four, five thousand credits; even ten thousand. Enough to make the treasurer wince. Can"t be much more than that."

Joseph laughed. Bethelites tended to be straightlaced, but Joseph ben Said had the wholehearted love of a well-thought-out swindle natural to a Keriss wharf rat. This would not only make CenSec cough up the money, but a certain Bros Sperin would have to justify the expense.

"You are wicked! You have always been wicked. Why did I think you had outgrown it?"

"Wishful thinking?" Joat asked, blinking innocent blue eyes.

A good notion, Sperin thought as he watched the clip of Joat breaking into the station. Sperin thought as he watched the clip of Joat breaking into the station. Getting herself into trouble with station security should give her greater credibility. Getting herself into trouble with station security should give her greater credibility.

He"d wondered how she managed to avoid the man they"d had waiting for her. He"s not the best that ever was, but he"s not blind either. He"s not the best that ever was, but he"s not blind either. Bros shook his head and smiled slightly. Bros shook his head and smiled slightly.

Now how can I I benefit from this situation? benefit from this situation? Sperin rubbed his upper lip thoughtfully. The little captain had been talking about ditching her career as a courier, not something CenSec would like to happen. Sperin rubbed his upper lip thoughtfully. The little captain had been talking about ditching her career as a courier, not something CenSec would like to happen. She"s smart and she"s reliable. She"s smart and she"s reliable. It was amazing how rare those qualities were. It was amazing how rare those qualities were.

Joat hadn"t been invited to join CenSec because she was too independent, too unpredictable. But it had turned out that in every way that it counted she was a gem. Be nice to have her beholden to us, Be nice to have her beholden to us, Sperin mused. Sperin mused. She"s the type that pays her debts. She"s the type that pays her debts.

He"d been given a name in the Bureau of Fines and Levies to contact if need arose. Bros rubbed his palms together. I believe I feel a need. I believe I feel a need.

"Roses sweet and tender she has twined in her hair, and the scent of spring and roses is with her everywhere."

Joat yawned and half-groaned as the baritone voice boomed through the sound system.

"I take it Alvec is back," she said.

"Yes, Joat," Rand said.

She dumped a packet of sweetener into the coffee- she could afford real sugar now, but preferred the more familiar taste-and said: "On display."

The viewscreen over the galley"s preserver unit came live, showing a holo of the deck outside the Wyal" Wyal"s berth. Alvec Dia was there, engaged in an enthusiastic good-bye kiss with a woman of about his own age and poundage; she had a spectacular head of red hair, and was clutching a dozen long-stemmed roses in her free hand. Or grinding them into Alvec"s back, at times. berth. Alvec Dia was there, engaged in an enthusiastic good-bye kiss with a woman of about his own age and poundage; she had a spectacular head of red hair, and was clutching a dozen long-stemmed roses in her free hand. Or grinding them into Alvec"s back, at times.

"Alvec?" Joseph asked from the other side of the galley.

He slid several eggs off the frictionless surface of the heater and onto a plate.

"Ahhh, Brunoki sausage. Almost as good at the morning meal as toasted sand rats. Alvec is the crewman of whom you spoke?"

Joat broke a yoke with a strip of toast. "Tup. And this happens at every dock. Well, nearly every dock. You don"t really really like sand rats, do you?" like sand rats, do you?"

"They are a traditional delicacy."

"Screen off. This is depressing."

"Only because you are lonely," Joseph said slyly. "As my second wife, you-"

"Do you really want to die, Joe?"

Alvec checked for a moment as he came through the galley door.

"You remember Joe?"

"Sure," he said easily, nodding at the Bethelite. They had met once before, briefly.

His expression showed that he also remembered Josephs allergy to questions. The craggy-faced s.p.a.cer"s expression went carefully bland as he pulled a container of coffee out of the cupboard, broke the seal and settled across the tiny table from Joat.

"Ah, she"s beautiful, boss," he told them. "Sweetest gal you"d ever want to meet."

Joat and Joseph exchanged a look.

"He"s always hike this after he"s been on leave," Joat explained.

Joseph nodded, "Of course, quite understandable."

Joat c.o.c.ked her head at her crew, her brows raised.

"Um, Al. Would you like to pursue your acquaintance with this lady while Joe and I take a brief jaunt elsewhere?"

Alvec looked from Joat to Joseph suspiciously.

"Not especially. I mean, yeah, I want to pursue her acquaintance, she"s beautiful, but not at the expense of my job."

"Your job is safe, Al. Joe"s just visiting, he"s got a wife and kids dirtside on Bethel. We"ve just got this thing we"ve got to do. And you deserve a vacation, you haven"t had one in ages."

Alvec studied his employer, her little half smile, the raised brows, the wide innocent eyes.

"Now you"ve got me worried, Captain," he complained. "When you look this reasonable, you"re usually up to something. I"ll think about it." Alvec allowed his manner to convey his deep suspicion.

The com chimed. "Merchant Ship Wyal, Wyal, Captain Joat Simeon speaking," Joat answered. Captain Joat Simeon speaking," Joat answered.

"Good morning, Captain Simeon. My name is Graf Dyson." The man smiled grimly. "Although I understand you know my name."

Oh-oh. Graf Dyson. I claimed to be a very good friend of Graf Dyson. Influential people tended to disapprove when you took their names in vain. She"d intended to be far away by the time Mr. Dyson got wind of how she"d used his influence without his permission. Influential people tended to disapprove when you took their names in vain. She"d intended to be far away by the time Mr. Dyson got wind of how she"d used his influence without his permission. Oh, well, I never expected to Oh, well, I never expected to want want to get fined. to get fined.

The man on the screen was dark haired, middle-aged and heavy featured. Looks honest, Looks honest, Joat thought. That was a bad sign. Conmen and sharps usually did. Joat thought. That was a bad sign. Conmen and sharps usually did.

"I am employed by the Bureau of Fines and Levies, as I believe you already know." He paused to let that sink in before continuing: "And I"m contacting you in regard to a matter that has been brought to the attention of Station Security and through them to my bureau."

"Mmmm?" Joat murmured cautiously, setting her coffee aside.

"A recording was anonymously sent to Security of an unauthorized s.p.a.ce walk and illegal entry into the station through an emergency repair hatch by someone from the Wyal. Wyal. We have reason to believe that the person shown on the recording might be you." We have reason to believe that the person shown on the recording might be you."

There was something about the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes that unnerved her. Me and my bright ideas. Me and my bright ideas. Using Dyson"s name had been a good idea. Making the illegal entry had been a good idea. Tricking the New Destinies into giving her a cover story by fining her had been a good idea. Using Dyson"s name had been a good idea. Making the illegal entry had been a good idea. Tricking the New Destinies into giving her a cover story by fining her had been a good idea.

But when you added them all up, they didn"t come to a good idea. This is what Channa used to mean by keeping the big picture in mind, This is what Channa used to mean by keeping the big picture in mind, Joat thought. For a moment she wished poignantly that Channa was there with her, someone older and wiser to lean on. . . . Joat thought. For a moment she wished poignantly that Channa was there with her, someone older and wiser to lean on. . . .

Fardling void with that, she thought stubbornly. she thought stubbornly. I"m twenty-three. And even when I was twelve, I could look after myself. I"m twenty-three. And even when I was twelve, I could look after myself.

"That"s completely ridiculous!" she said briskly. "What possible reason could I have for doing such a thing?"

Joat stared back at Dyson with an expression of injured disbelief that had baffled even experienced child-welfare workers in its time.

"Your ship was under observation yesterday by Station Security. It"s a.s.sumed that you became aware of being under surveillance and chose to avoid it by taking this round-about method of entering the station."

"Wait a minute," she said, hunching forward in her seat. "I was under surveillance? What for?" was under surveillance? What for?"

"Why you were being watched is irrelevant, Ms. Simeon. What you chose to do about it is."

Oh it"s Ms. Ms. now is it, you clabber-faced oaf! What happened to now is it, you clabber-faced oaf! What happened to Captain Captain Simeon? Simeon?

"I think it"s very relevant," she said aloud. "I demand to know why you were spying on me!"

"I"ll have Station Security send you a report," Dyson said through bared teeth. "However, in regard to the matter in hand . . ."

"I did not take any unauthorized s.p.a.ce walk!"

"Then how do you explain that you were not seen leaving your ship, but were observed returning?"

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