Part 5 (1/2)
Carey let his eyes sweep the others' faces as he thought. They were all on Nordli's side, he saw: Du Bellay, like himself, only because there was no other choice. How many lives were they planning to snuff out?*innocent lives, perhaps, who may not realize what they were doing? ”The trouble, Mr.
Executor, is that the Peacekeeper forces really aren't set up for this kind of threat.”
”You've got nuclear missiles, don't you? And s.h.i.+ps to deliver them?”
”There are two problems. First, hitting the Intruder would be extremely difficult. A shot from the side would probably miss, alerting them as to our intentions. A head-on shot would hit, all right, but the extremely high magnetic fields it would have to penetrate would almost certainly incapacitate any missile we've got. And second, there's no guarantee even a direct hit would do any good. Just because they don't have FTL drives doesn't mean they're primitives*only that their technology developed along different lines. And don't forget, that s.h.i.+p is designed to bore through the edge of a star at nearly lightspeed.”
”There's one further problem,” Dr. Roth spoke up. ”Disabling or even disintegrating it at this point wouldn't help us any. The fragments would still hit the sun, with the same consequences.”There was a moment of silence. ”Then we have to stop or deflect it.” Evelyn suggested. ”We have to put something ma.s.sive in its path.”
Nordli looked at Carey. ”General?”
Carey was doing a quick calculation in his head. ”Yes, either would work. Slowing it even slightly would sent it through a less dense region of the photosphere. a.s.suming, of course, that he stays with his present course.”
”What can we put in his path?” Nordli asked. ”Could we tow an asteroid out there?”
Carey shook his head. ”Impossible. As I pointed out, he's far off the ecliptic plane. Moving an asteroid there would take months.” Even as he spoke he was mentally checking off possibilities. Tachs.h.i.+ps were far too small to be useful, and the only heavy Peacekeeper s.h.i.+ps in the System were too far away from the Intruder's path. ”The only chance I can see,” he said slowly, ”is if there's a big private or commercial s.h.i.+p close enough to intercept him a good distance from the sun. But we don't have authority to requisition nonmilitary s.p.a.cecraft.”
”You do now,” Nordli said grimly. ”The government also guarantees compensation.”
”Thank you, sir.” Carey touched an intercom b.u.t.ton and gave Captain Mahendra the search order.
There was a lot of traffic in mankind's home system, but the Peacekeepers' duties included monitoring such activity, and it was only a few minutes before Mahendra was back on the intercom. ”There's only one really good choice,” he reported. ”A big pa.s.senger liner, the Origami, almost a hundred thousand tons. She's between t.i.tan and Ceres at present and has a eighty-four percent probability of making an intercept point on time; seventy-nine if she drops her pa.s.sengers first. One other liner and three freighters of comparable size have probabilities of fifteen percent or lower.”
”I see,” Carey said through suddenly dry lips. ”Thank you, Captain. Stand by.”
He looked back up at Nordli. The Executor nodded. ”No choice. Have that liner drop its pa.s.sengers and get moving.”
”Yes, sir.” Turning to the intercom, Carey began to give the orders. He was vaguely surprised at the self-control in his voice.
”Well, s.h.i.+pmaster?” La.s.sarr asked.
Orofan kept his expression neutral. ”I have no suggestion other than the one I offered an aarn ago, Voyagemaster: that we change course and continue at reduced speed.”
”For six lifetimes?” La.s.sarr snorted. ”That's unacceptable.”
”It won't be that bad.” Orofan consulted his calculations. ”We could penetrate the outer atmosphere of the star without causing significant damage to the system. We'd collect enough fuel that way to shorten the trip to barely two lifetimes.”
”That's still not good enough. I have no wish to join the ancestors before our people are safely to their new home.”
”That can be arranged,” Orofan said stiffly. ”You and any of the Dawnsent's crew who wished could beput in the spare sleep tanks. If necessary, I could run the s.h.i.+p alone.”
For a moment Orofan thought La.s.sarr was going to take offense at his suggestion. But the Voyagemaster's expression changed and he merely shrugged. ”Your offer is honorable, but impractical.
The critical factor is still the durability of the sleep tanks, and that hasn't changed. However, I've come up with an alternative of my own.” He paused. ”We could make our new colony in this system.”
”Impossible,” Orofan said. ”We don't have the fuel to stop.”
”Certainly we do. A large proportion of this s.p.a.cecraft's equipment could be done without for a short time. Converting all of that to fusion material and reaction ma.s.s would give us all that we need, even considering that we would overshoot and have to come back.”
”No!” The exclamation burst involuntarily from Orofan. His beloved Dawnsent broken up haphazardly and fed to a fusion drive?
”Why not?”
His emotional response, Orofan knew, wouldn't impress the other, and he fumbled for logical reasons.
”We don't know if there's a planet here we could live on, for one thing. Even if there is, the natives may already be living there. We are hardly in a position to bargain for territory.”
”We are not entirely helpless, however,” La.s.sarr said. ”Our stars.h.i.+eld's a formidable defense, and our meteor-destroyer could be adapted to offense. Our magnetic scoop itself is deadly to most known forms of life.” His tentacles took on a sardonic expression. ”And if they're too advanced to be subjugated, we'll simply ask for their help in rebuilding and refueling our s.h.i.+p and continue on our way.”
Orofan could hardly believe what he was hearing.
”Are you serious? You'd start a war for the sake of only a million Sk'cee*a million, out of our eight hundred billions?”
Suddenly, La.s.sarr looked very tired. ”I'll say this one more time, s.h.i.+pmaster. The voyage, and those million Sk'cee, are my prime responsibility. I don't have the luxury of taking a broader view. By both nature and training I am highly protective toward my charges*if I were otherwise I wouldn't have been made Voyagemaster. Racial selfishness is sometimes necessary for survival, a fact those who sent us knew well. This is one of those times. I will do what I must, and will face the ancestors without shame.”
There was nothing Orofan could say*the struggle to follow the honorable path was vital to him as well. But what did honor demand here?
La.s.sarr gazed at the blackness outside the viewport. ”You have one-half aarn to choose between our current course and ending the voyage here,” he said. ”If you won't choose, I'll do so for you.”
Heart pounding painfully, Orofan signed a.s.sent. ”Very well.”
One of the nicest traditions still remaining from the days of the old seagoing luxury s.h.i.+ps, Chandra Carey thought, was that of the officers eating dinner with their pa.s.sengers. She delighted in choosing who would join her at the captain's table, always making certain someone interesting sat at her side. She was therefore annoyed when First Officer Goode interrupted a lively discussion on genetics with a call suggesting she join him on the bridge.”Mechanical trouble?” she asked softly into the intercom. No sense alarming the pa.s.sengers.
”No, Captain. But you'll want to get up here right away.” Goode's voice was casual*far too casual.
Chandra's annoyance evaporated. ”On my way.”
She made her apologies and reached the bridge in ninety seconds. Goode was waiting, a message flimsy in his hand. ”Get a grip on your guyline,” he advised, handing her the paper.
A frown creased Chandra's forehead; it deepened as she read. ”This is ridiculous. Drop my pa.s.sengers and fireball it way the h.e.l.l off the ecliptic? What for?”
”The explanation's still coming in*tight beam, with the line's own security code,” Goode told her.
”And it's under your father's name, no less.” He took the flimsy back and headed toward the navigator.
”Dad?” Chandra stepped to the communications console and peered at the paper sliding slowly from the slot. Sure enough: PEACEKEEPER HEADQUARTERS, EARTH*TO P.L. ORIGAMI: FROM GEN. SANFORD CAREY. Beneath the heading the message was nearly complete, and Chandra read it with a mixture of fascination and horror.
”Well?” Goode asked.
She tore off the paper and thrust it into his hands even as she groped for the main intercom board. For a moment she paused, organizing the thoughts that whirled like Martian winds through her mind. Then she stabbed the ”general” b.u.t.ton.
”Attention, attention,” she said in her most authorative voice. ”This is Captain Carey. All pa.s.sengers and non-essential crewmembers are to report to the lifeboats immediately. There is no immediate danger to the Origami, but this is not a drill. Repeating: all pa.s.sengers and nonessential crew report immediately to lifeboats. This is not a drill.”
The ”abandon s.h.i.+p” alarm sounded even as she keyed a different circuit. ”Bridge to Power. I want the drive up to full ergs in twenty minutes. Start tying in for full remote to the bridge, too.” She waited for an acknowledgment and switched off. ”Navigator!” she called across the bridge. ”Get me a course to the vector on that paper*” she stabbed a finger at the flimsy Goode had shown her. ”I want a minimum-time path to the earliest possible intercept point that leaves us stationary. Any acceleration she can handle, and you can run the tanks. Everyone else: if you're not on flight prep, help get the pa.s.sengers off. We fireball in twenty minutes. Move!” The bridge erupted with activity. Chandra sank into her chair, rereading the message carefully. It was hard to believe that the long search was ending like this, with a kill-or-die confrontation that made less sense even than shooting a deadly snake. And yet, despite the danger and irony, she felt a small surge of excitement. The safety of the entire solar system had unexpectedly fallen into her hands*and her father himself was counting on her. She wouldn't let him down.
Glancing up at the chrono, she keyed the intercom. ”Captain to lifeboat bays*status report?”
La.s.sarr returned to the bridge at precisely the appointed time. ”The half-aarn is past, s.h.i.+pmaster,” he announced.
Orofan looked up from the sensor monitor he and Pliij were seated at. ”One moment, Voyagemaster,” hesaid distractedly. ”A new factor has entered the situation.”