Part 33 (1/2)

Chandris had to search her memory of the Gazelle's spec manual. ”It's got one, but you have to get the cover off to get to it. I don't think we've got enough time.” Out of the corner of her eye she saw Kosta suddenly hunch over Hanan's board. ”Wait a minute,” he called. ”I've got an idea. Check your VK-5 display.”

She keyed for it. It was the same pattern of colored snow that was on all the others. ”So?”

”Keep watching. The static should increase and decrease, with about a half-minute period.”

She glared at the display, wondering what game Kosta was playing. But he was right. It was tricky to see, but the cycle was definitely there. ”Okay, it's there. So?”

”That's the feed from my experiment package,” he told her. ”It's tied into one of the command lines, so we can still get data from it.”

And the highest intensity snow would be when the package was pointing at Angelma.s.s... ”Doesn't help,” she shook her head. ”Not enough. We could wind up running lateral to Angelma.s.s instead of away from it.”

”Hang on, I'm not done,” Kosta said, clearly working this out as he talked. ”Okay. We're already rotating around our centerline; so what we do now is put a slow dual-yaw rotation on the s.h.i.+p and watch the display. The sensor cl.u.s.ter I'm tied into is in the bow, and it's also recessed a little. That means the only time the snow pattern will be steady will be when we're pointing away from Angelma.s.s. Right?”

Chandris thought about it. ”It sounds like it could take awhile. I don't know if we've got that much time to spare.”

”It's that or risk running us in closer,” Kosta countered. ”You have a better idea?”

”If I come up with one, I'll let you know,” Chandris gritted, keying in a dual-yaw command. ”All right, here we go. Keep watching.”

She could sense the slight change in inner ear pressures as the Gazelle began its sluggish midpoint rotation. On her display the snow continued its barely detectable rise and fall. Distantly, she wondered if they really had a chance, or whether the radiation from Angelma.s.s would burn out their control lines-and them-before they could figure out which direction was the safe one.

Wondered if Angelma.s.s had already killed Hanan.

”I think it's starting to even out,” Kosta called.

Chandris peered closely at the display, the stuttering lights hurting her eyes. Maybe; but with all that background gamma-ray sparking it was hard to tell. If there were just some way to block off some of the radiation coming through the hull...

Maybe there was. Reaching for her board, she keyed in a command. ”Keep watching,” she ordered Kosta.

For a single heartbeat nothing happened. Then, just for a few seconds, the snow on the displays faded a little. The pattern she'd been trying so hard to see was suddenly right there- ”That's it!” Kosta shouted. ”We're there. Go!”

Chandris jabbed at her board; and the scream of the gamma-ray crackling was joined by the deeper roar of the drive. ”You sure?” she shouted to Kosta.

”Positive,” he called back. ”I was able to get a halfway clear look at the numbers during that dip in the static. What did you do, anyway?”

”Dumped all our drinking water and half our fuel,” she told him. ”I thought it might block some of the gammas.”

”Shouldn't have worked,” Kosta said. ”Not enough ma.s.s there to make a visible difference. Can't argue with success, though.”

And on his last word, as abruptly as it had begun, the surge was over.

For a minute Chandris just looked at Kosta, her ears ringing with the sudden silence. A stray gamma-ray spark crackled, sounding almost friendly in comparison to what they'd just been through. ”I didn't think we were going to make it,” Kosta said at last.

”Me, neither,” Chandris said, wondering vaguely at her willingness to admit such a thing in front of Kosta.

Kosta held her eyes a moment longer. Then, looking almost embarra.s.sed, he turned back to his displays. ”Did we take any damage?”

Chandris was turned halfway back to her own displays when it hit them simultaneously. ”Hanan!” Chandris got the word out first.

Kosta was already poking uselessly at the intercom. ”Not working,” he said tightly. ”Go-I'll watch things here.”

”Right.” Chandris popped her restraints and slid out of her chair- And came to a sudden stop. Forsythe was at the door, a grim expression on his face. ”You need to get on the radio right away,” he told her, handing her a data cyl. ”Call Central and tell them we've got an EmDef blue-three emergency-here are the authorization codes. They're to give you a priority catapult back to Seraph.”

Chandris's heart skipped a beat. ”Hanan?”

Forsythe nodded. ”He's still alive, but not by much. Something to do with his exobraces-I'm not sure what. Ornina says it's critical that he get back to ground medical facilities as soon as possible.”

Chandris spun around and climbed back to Kosta's seat. Not Hanan, she pleaded silently. Please. ”The radio?” she breathed.

”Starting to come back,” Kosta said, his voice as grim as Forsythe's as he took the cyl. ”Go on. I'll make the call as soon as I can get through.”

”All right.” Taking a deep breath, unlocking suddenly stiff knees, she headed for the door.

”Blue-three,” Forsythe reminded Kosta as Chandris came up to him. He looked down into her eyes, just for a second-”And if they give you any trouble, you put my name on it. Understand?”

He looked at Chandris again. ”Come on. I'll take you to him.”

The proximity alarm on the Komitadji trilled its warning. ”Catapult remote: launch when ready,” Commodore Lles.h.i.+ ordered. The paraconducting underskin gave its usual stutter of protest; and abruptly, the stars vanished from the viewscreens.

After all these months in the middle of nowhere, the Komitadji was going home.

Lles.h.i.+ gave his displays a quick check, but it was more from habit than anything else. The Komitadji had been ready for this flight for a long time.

”Breakout in five seconds,” the helmsman announced. ”Three, two, one-”

The stars came back. ”Position check,” Lles.h.i.+ ordered.

”Position computed, Commodore,” the navigator said a minute later. ”We're just under three million kilometers from Scintara.”

Lles.h.i.+ nodded. Considering that they'd started nearly seven hundred light-years away with an essentially untested catapult, they were lucky to have gotten even this close. ”Compute course for Scintara,” he said. ”Engage when ready. And get a comm laser on the planet; let them know we're here.”

”They already know, Commodore,” the comm officer spoke up. ”Message coming in.”

Lles.h.i.+ keyed his board, and a moment later a familiar face appeared on his screen. ”This is Captain Horvak aboard the Pax Wars.h.i.+p Balaniki,” he said. ”Repeat: Captain Horvak calling Commodore Lles.h.i.+.”

”We've acknowledged, Commodore,” the comm officer said.

Lles.h.i.+ nodded, mentally counting off the twenty seconds it would take for the signal to make the round trip. He'd reached twenty-one when Horvak's face changed. ”Welcome back, Commodore,” he said briskly. ”You're the last to arrive-the rest of the task force has been a.s.sembled for nearly a week now. Everything seems to be go; we got a kick pod from the Skean two days ago with the coc.o.o.n's confirmation that it's built itself a hypers.p.a.ce net. At least it thinks it has,” he amended. ”I suppose we won't find out for sure until we try to use it. Final green light came from the Supreme Council yesterday, along with the usual spate of last-minute amendments to the plan. Nothing major-I'll dump you a copy.”