Part 21 (2/2)
”Yes. I believe it a valid a.s.sumption, or he would not be conning a Ranger's chosen s.h.i.+p.”
”Logical reasoning, and very true. All three of our navigators are every bit that exact. It sounds good; now we just hope it works. One of our ancient poets wrote, 'The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft a-gley,' and he was right.”
”That was Robert Burns,” Corina said. ”One of your early scientists put the same idea another way: 'Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.'” She felt Medart's surprise at the identification and quote.
”I was not probing; Terran poetry interests me, particularly Burns, Service, and Kipling. Except for ancient war chants, Irschcha has little that can be called poetry.”
”Nice to know you have interests that don't show up on your records,”
Medart said.
”What do you mean?”
”As I said earlier, it's not so much what you know as how your mind works that counts, as long as you have the basics. You can always find out any facts you need. But being interested in a variety of things is essential; you never know what's going to come in handy. Poetry doesn't seem particularly promising, but on the other hand, as I said, you never know.”
The mess was starting to fill as the senior officers trickled in for breakfast. By the time the two Rangers finished eating, all but Captain Hobison and Commander Jensen were there.
Until they stood to leave, n.o.body paid any particular attention to Corina; it wasn't surprising that Medart's special a.s.sistant should join him at a meal. When they did stand, however, Commander Pappas gave an exclamation of surprise, and the room grew silent. That didn't last long; the murmur of conversation resumed, but now, from what Corina could hear, with herself as the subject. The tone was more awed than surprised after that first exclamation, and Corina a.s.sumed that word of the previous day's war council was no longer restricted to the Command Crew.
Jim must have picked that up, she thought, or possibly he was just antic.i.p.ating her reaction. ”It's impossible to keep rumors from circulating aboard s.h.i.+p,” he said, ”especially about something as rare as a potential Ranger. The word was probably all over Chang within fifteen minutes after His Majesty dismissed the Command Crew. There's no harm in it.”
They entered a shuttle, and Medart ordered it to the Bridge. ”We'll meet Captain Hobison there, so he'll get the news directly, not second-hand. He normally has breakfast in his cabin, and goes straight to the Bridge.”
Corina nodded. ”And I must tell him my plans, as well. But what about those rumors? What if I had continued to refuse?”
”You're starting to sound like Sunbeam,” Medart laughed. ”The rumors would have tapered off eventually, after giving the crew something a bit different to talk about for awhile.”
The shuttle slowed to a stop, its door sliding open. The Bridge, as the s.h.i.+p's nerve center, was of course always fully crewed; Chief Engineer Jensen, on duty as Senior Officer of the Watch, was seated in the Command chair. He swung the chair around to face them as they entered, saying, ”You're early, Cap-- Huh?” He stood and saluted, his exclamation attracting the attention of the rest of the Bridge crew.
They also started to stand.
”As you were,” Medart said, returning Jensen's salute. The Bridge returned to near-normal, though with more than the usual amount of non-duty conversation.
Corina saw Jensen's hand move toward the chair's comm controls, and spoke. ”No, Commander. There is no need to disturb Captain Hobison; I understand he will be here shortly.”
”Uh, yes, sir.”
They waited in silence, both Rangers moving to stand at the left of the Command chair. The shuttle door finally slid open again and Hobison emerged. He raised one eyebrow in surprise at the sight of Corina's badge, but went through the routine of relieving Jensen before he said anything. Change of watch completed, he seated himself in the Command chair and turned to face the pair. ”He talked you into it, did he, Ranger Losinj?” The words were neutral, but the tone was warm.
”Knowing Rangers, I suppose he's put you in charge of this mission.”
”Yes, Captain, to both. I would like to tell you my plans as soon as you have the time.”
”I've got it now, Ranger. Here or in the briefing room?”
”It might as well be here. The whole crew will need to know.” Corina braced herself mentally. This was real; she was giving orders to the Captain of an Imperial Battle Cruiser, certain they would be obeyed.
”When we arrive in the Terran system, take station in the asteroid belt. Then call Defense Satellite Five and have them inform us of any Irschschan s.h.i.+p landing near the Palace. When you receive that word, start for Terra and call me. As soon as you have Chang in orbit, Ranger Medart and I, along with any crew members who have mind s.h.i.+elds and are willing to volunteer, will take a lander down and attempt to take Thark in the act of invading the Palace.”
”After your demonstration,” Hobison said, ”I can understand why you want people with mind s.h.i.+elds, but everyone aboard this s.h.i.+p is already a volunteer. You don't need to ask them again.”
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