Part 13 (2/2)
”Well, aren't you going to send a return signal?”
”What's our window?”
”Oh. That's right.” Shoulders sagged. ”We just barely picked it up, and now that miserable planet's in the way.”
”And their moon station should have intercepted it, right?”
”Yes, but - ”
”So we lie low a little longer,” said Sa.s.s. ”Give me a plot to the nearest Fleet position, and your best guess at its course.”
That came up in light blue on the system graphics. Sa.s.sinak tried to think what she'd heard about Commodore Verstan. Would he ease cautiously into the system on the slower but very accurate insystem drives, or would he take FTL chunks across, as she had? How many were in his battle group - would he send a scouts.h.i.+p or escort vessel ahead? Surely Huron would have warned him about the falsified IFF signals, and he'd be ready for trouble . . . but some flag officers tended to downplay the warnings of juniors.
She called Hollister up to the bridge, to ask about their capabilities. It would be lovely if they could spring a trap on the pirates - although how to arrange that without revealing their existence was a bit tricky.
Far sooner than she expected, they intercepted another Fleet signal - evidently the Commodore had elected to come in fast, leapfrogging his smaller vessels ahead of the cruisers. The Scratch, an escort-cla.s.s s.h.i.+p, was now sunward of them, scanning the entire ”back” side of the planet system for any activity. Sa.s.sinak put a single coded message burst onto the tightest focus she could manage, and then waited. With any luck, the pirates wouldn't have anything around to notice that transmission.
Within seconds, she had a reply, and then a relayed link to Commodore Verstan. He wanted a rendezvous, and insisted that she move the Zaid-Dayan Zaid-Dayan from its hidden location. Her suggestion that they arrange a trap, in which her concealed s.h.i.+p could suddenly intercept s.h.i.+ps fleeing from his more obvious attack force was denied. from its hidden location. Her suggestion that they arrange a trap, in which her concealed s.h.i.+p could suddenly intercept s.h.i.+ps fleeing from his more obvious attack force was denied.
There was nothing to do but comply. The outside crew retrieved the sensors and nets it had deployed on nearby chunks of rock, and when they were all back inside, Hollister gave the various drive components a last check. Then they waited over two hours, to clear the pirate surveillance.
”I may have to give up a good observation post,” said Sa.s.s, ”but I'm not about to jump out in front of them and say 'Boo.' We might be able to sneak away without their knowing we existed.”
Carefully, delicately, the pilots extricated the Zaid-Dayan Zaid-Dayan from the rocky cleft in which it had been hidden, and boosted away from the moonlet. Once free of it, Sa.s.sinak took a deep breath. Although it had given them safety at a critical time, a moon's surface was not her s.h.i.+p's natural home, and she felt irrationally safer in free flight. Besides, they could now ”see” all around them, no longer confined to the narrowed angle of vision imposed by the moon and its rugged surface. from the rocky cleft in which it had been hidden, and boosted away from the moonlet. Once free of it, Sa.s.sinak took a deep breath. Although it had given them safety at a critical time, a moon's surface was not her s.h.i.+p's natural home, and she felt irrationally safer in free flight. Besides, they could now ”see” all around them, no longer confined to the narrowed angle of vision imposed by the moon and its rugged surface.
As the s.h.i.+p came up to speed, all systems functioned perfectly - no red lights flared on the bridge to warn of imminent disaster. If she had not known about the damaged pods, and the patched hole in the port side docking bay, Sa.s.sinak would have thought the s.h.i.+p in perfect condition.
Navigating through the planet's cluttered s.p.a.ce required all her concentration for the next few hours. By the time they were outside all the satellites and rings, the Fleet attack force was only a couple of light minutes away. She elected not to hop it, but continued on the insystem main drives, spending the hours of approach to ensure that her s.h.i.+p and its crew were ready for inspection. A couple of minutes with the personnel files had reminded her that Commodore Verstan had a reputation for being finicky. She had a feeling he would have plenty to say about the appearance of her s.h.i.+p.
Meanwhile, she noted that his approach to the pirate base followed precisely the recommendations of the Rules of Engagement. Two escort-cla.s.s vessels. Scratch Scratch and and Darkwatch Darkwatch, were positioned sunward of the planet, no doubt ”to catch strays.” The command cruiser, Seb Harr Seb Harr, and the two light cruisers formed a wedge; three patrol craft were positioned one on either flank and one trailing. They held these positions as the Zaid-Dayan Zaid-Dayan approached, rather than closing with the planet system. approached, rather than closing with the planet system.
Sa.s.sinak brought the Zaid-Dayan Zaid-Dayan neatly into place behind the Seb Harr, and opened the tightly s.h.i.+elded link to Commodore Verstan. He looked just like his holo in the Flag Officer Directory, a lean, pink-faced man with thick gray hair and bright blue eyes. Behind him, she could see Huron watching the screen anxiously. neatly into place behind the Seb Harr, and opened the tightly s.h.i.+elded link to Commodore Verstan. He looked just like his holo in the Flag Officer Directory, a lean, pink-faced man with thick gray hair and bright blue eyes. Behind him, she could see Huron watching the screen anxiously.
”Commander Sa.s.sinak,” said Verstan, formally. ”We received signals from a Fleet distress beacon.”
Sa.s.sinak's heart sank. If he was going to take that that approach . . . approach . . .
”But I see that was some kind of... misunderstanding.” She started to speak but he was going on without waiting. ”Lieutenant Commander Huron had suggested the possibility that the apparent explosion of your s.h.i.+p was staged somehow, though I believe ... uh . . . tradition favors disabling the beacon if this is done ...”
”Sir, in this instance the beacon's signal was necessary to fool the pirates - ”
”Ah, yes. The pirates. And how many armed s.h.i.+ps were you facing, Commander?”
Sa.s.sinak gritted her teeth. There would be a court of inquiry; there was always a court of inquiry in circ.u.mstances like these, and that that was the place for these questions. ”The first armed s.h.i.+p,” she said, ”was escorting the slaver transport. We did not know at that time if the slaver were armed - ” was the place for these questions. ”The first armed s.h.i.+p,” she said, ”was escorting the slaver transport. We did not know at that time if the slaver were armed - ”
”But it wasn't. You had the IFF signal - ”
”We knew the IFF of the escort had been falsified, and weren't sure of the transport. Some of them are: you will recall the Cles Prel Cles Prel loss, when a supposedly unarmed transport blew a light cruiser away - ” That was a low blow, she knew: the captain of the loss, when a supposedly unarmed transport blew a light cruiser away - ” That was a low blow, she knew: the captain of the Cles Cles Prel Prel had been Verstan's cla.s.smate at the Academy. His face stiffened, then she saw dawning respect in his eyes: he was a stickler for protocol, but he liked people with gumption. had been Verstan's cla.s.smate at the Academy. His face stiffened, then she saw dawning respect in his eyes: he was a stickler for protocol, but he liked people with gumption.
”You said 'the first armed s.h.i.+p,' ” he went on. ”Was there another?”
Sa.s.sinak explained about the well-defended base, and the s.h.i.+ps that had boosted off to join the battle. She knew Huron would have told him about the weaponry on the first s.h.i.+p - if he'd listened. Then, before he could ask details of the battle, she told him about the traffic in the system since.
”They've had three Gourney-cla.s.s transports land in the past few days, and there's a Hall-Kir in low orbit. One of the Gourney-cla.s.s is definitely from a heavyworlder system, and it's made uncla.s.sified trips before. I think they're planning to evacuate the base; we monitored considerable shuttle activity up to the orbital s.h.i.+p.”
”Any idea how big the base is?”
”Not really. We were on the back side of that moonlet, with only a small sensor net deployed for line of sight to the planet. The thermal profile is consistent with anything from one thousand to fifteen thousand, depending on a.s.sociated activities. If we knew for sure what they were doing, we could come closer to a figure. I can dump the data for you - ”
”Please do.”
Sa.s.sinak matched channels, and sent the data. ”If their turnaround is typical. Commodore, they could be loaded and ready to lift in another couple of days.”
”I see. Do you think they'll do it with our force here?”
”Probably - they won't gain anything by waiting for you to put them under siege. Oh - that outer moon - did Huron tell you about their detection profile?”
”Yes. I know they know we've entered the system - we also stripped their outer warning beacon. But that's exactly what I'm hoping for. Three medium transports, one Hall-Kir hull ... we should be able to trail several of them, if we can tag them. If we wait another week, we may have more in the net when we attack. How about you?”
She wanted to join the hunt more than anything in years, but Hollister was shaking his head at her. ”Sir, my environmental system is overloaded, and my portside pods sustained considerable damage . . . the engineers tell me we can't do another long chase.”
”Humph. Can you give us a visual? Maybe we have something you can use for repairs?”
Apparently one of the other cruisers had a visual on them, for before Sa.s.sinak could reply, she saw a picture come up on the screen behind Commodore Verstan. One of his bridge officers pointed it out to him, and he turned - then swung back to face Sa.s.sinak with a startled expression.
”What the devil happened to you? It looks like your portside loading bay - ”
”Was breached. Yes, but it's tight now. Looks pretty bad, I know - ”
”And you're short at least two portside pods . . . you're either lucky or crazy, Commander, and I'm not sure which.”
”Lucky, I hope,” said Sa.s.sinak, not displeased with his reaction. ”By the way, is Lieutenant Commander Huron attached to your command, now, or are you bringing him back to me?”
Verstan smiled, and waved Huron forward. ”We weren't sure you were here, after all - but if you're in need I'm sure he'll be willing to transfer over.” Huron had aged in those few weeks, a stern expression replacing the amiable (but competent) one he had usually worn. Sa.s.sinak wondered if he felt the same about her - would he even want to come back? She shook herself mentally - he was telling her about his trip with the slaver transport, the horrible conditions they'd found, the impossibility of comforting all those helpless children, orphaned and torn from their homes. Her eyes filled with tears, as much anger and frustration at not having been able to stop it as grief from her own past. His s.h.i.+p had been short of rations - since it had been inbound, at the end of a planned voyage - and to the other miseries of the pa.s.sengers hunger and thirst had been added. Now he wanted to be in the a.s.sault team; as he had no regular a.s.signment on the flags.h.i.+p, he had requested permission to land with the marines.
”I'll come back, of course, if you need me,” he said, not quite meeting her eyes. Sa.s.sinak sighed. Clearly his experience haunted him; he would not be content until he'd had slavers in his gunsight ... or gotten himself killed, she thought irritably. He wasn't a marine; he wasn't trained in ground a.s.sault; he ought to have more sense. In the long run he'd be better off if she ordered him back to the Zaid-Dayan Zaid-Dayan, and kept him safe.
”Huron - ” She stopped when he looked straight at her. Captain to captain, that gaze went - he was no longer the compliant lover, the competent executive officer whose loyalty was first to her. She could order him back, and he would come - but without the self-respect, the pride, that she had learned to love. She could order him to her bed, no doubt, and he would come - but it would not be the Huron she wanted. He would have to fight his own battles awhile first, and later - if they had a later - they could discover each other again. She felt an almost physical pain in her chest, a wave of longing and apprehension combined. If something happened to him - if he were killed - she would have to bear the knowledge that she could have kept him out of it. But if she forced him to safety now, she'd have to bear the knowledge that he resented her.
”Be careful,” she said at last. ”And get some of the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds for me.”
His eyes brightened, and he gave her a genuine smile. ”Thank you. Commander Sa.s.sinak. I'm glad you understand.”
Whatever she did, the battle would be over by the time she got back to Fleet Sector Headquarters for refitting. Sa.s.sinak hoped her answering smile was as open and honest as his: she felt none of his elation.
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