Part 17 (1/2)
”I may be. But compared to the last cruise, things are going extremely well, complications and all. Of course we don't know why the Thek are here, or what they're going to do, or if that heavyworlder transport has allies following after - ” Ford shook his head. ”I doubt that. A hull that size could carry colony seedstock, machinery and all - ”
”True. That's what I'm hoping - but you notice I put a relay satellite in orbit, and left a streaker net out. Just in case. Oh yes - you're interested in the sort of wild-life they've got here, aren't you?”
”Sure - it was kind of a hobby of mine, and when I was on the staff at Sector III, they had this big museum just down the hill - ”
”Good. Are you willing to take on a fairly dangerous outside job? And do some acting in the meantime?”
”Of course.” He blanked all the expression off his face and faked a Diplo accent. ”I could pretend to be a heavyworlder if you want, but I'm afraid they'd notice something ...”
Sa.s.s shook her head at him. ”Be serious. I need to know more about this world - direct data, not interpreted by those survivors, no matter how expert they are in their fields. Varian, the co-leader who came today, is entirely too eager to claim sentient status for an avian species. It may be justified, or it may not, but I want independent data. There's something odd about her reactions to the Iretan-born heavyworlders, too. She ought to be furious, still - she's less than a ten-day out of coldsleep; she witnessed a murder; the initial indictment filed with G.o.dheir spoke of intentional injury to both co-leaders. That's all fresh in her mind, or should be. Her reasoning's correct; the grandchildren of mutineers are not responsible. But it's just not normal for her to think that clearly when her friends and colleagues have suffered. I've seen this kind of idealism backfire - this determination to save every living thing can be carried too far. She's very dedicated, and very spirited, but I'm not sure how stable she is. With a tribunal coming up to determine the fate of this planet and those people, I need something solid.”
”I see your point, captain, but what do you want me to do?” ”Well - I'd guess she'd fall for unconditional enthusiasm. Boyish gush, if you can manage it - and I know you can.” She let her eyes caress him, and he laughed aloud. ”Yes - exactly that. Be dinosaur-crazy, act as if you'd do anything for a mere glimpse of them - you're so lucky to have the chance, and so on. You can start by being skeptical - are they really dinosaurs? Are they sure? Let's pick a survey team today, and brief them - you can introduce them as fellow hobbyists tomorrow. They'll probably accept two or three, and if they go for that maybe another two or three later. How's that sound?”
”Right. Makes sense.” Ford, faced with a problem, tackled it wholly, absorbed and alert at once. She watched as he scrolled through the personnel files, with a search on secondary specialties. ”We'll have to pick those who do have a real interest - they'd catch on to something faked, and I can't teach someone all about dinosaurs in one night - ” He stopped, and fed an entry to her screen. ”How about Borander? He's taken twelve hours of palaeontology.”
”No, not Borander. Did you see how he interacted with Varian?”
”No, I was with Currald then.”
”Well, take a look at the tape later. Young trout let her dominate him. Admittedly, she's a Disciple, and she's declared herself planetary governor, but I don't like my officers buckling that easily. He needs a bit of seasoning. Who else?”
”Segendi - no, he's a heavyworlder and I doubt you want to complicate things that way - ”
”Right.”
”What about Maxnil, in supply? His secondary specialty is cartography, and he's listed as having an a.s.sociate degree in xen.o.bio.” Sa.s.s nodded, and Ford went on, quickly turning up a short list of three crew members who could be considered ”dinosaur buffs.” It was even easier to come up with a list of those who knew a reasonable amount of geology, although harder to cut the list to three. All had excellent records, and all had worked with non-Fleet personnel.
Sa.s.s nodded, at last. ”Good selection. You brief them, Ford, and be sure they understand that they did not know dinosaurs were here until tomorrow. We didn't see anything on the way down: we came too fast. I had seen the information stripped from the beacon, but no one else had. Once you see the beasts, I imagine you won't have to fake your reactions. But keep in mind that I need information on more than large, noisy, dangerous reptiloids.”
Ford nodded. ”Do you still want to speak to Major Currald before lunch?”
”If he feels he has things well in hand with the transport. What's that captain's name - Cruss? Foul-mouthed creature, that one. I want Wefts and heavyworlders, round the clock - ”
”Here's the roster.” As usual. Ford had antic.i.p.ated her request. She thought again how lucky she was to have Ford this time, and not Huron. In a situation like this, Huron's initiative and drive could have been disastrous. She could trust Ford to back her tactics, not go off and do something harebrained on his own.
She glanced at the roster of Fleet personnel stationed inside the transport to ensure that personnel in coldsleep were not revived. She didn't want to face a thousand or more heavyworlders: the Zaid-Dayan Zaid-Dayan would have no trouble killing them all, but Fleet commanders were supposed to avoid the necessity of a ma.s.sacre. Each s.h.i.+ft combined Wefts and heavyworlders: she trusted her heavyworlders, but with Wefts to witness, no one could later claim that they'd betrayed her trust. ”Get Currald on the line, would you?” would have no trouble killing them all, but Fleet commanders were supposed to avoid the necessity of a ma.s.sacre. Each s.h.i.+ft combined Wefts and heavyworlders: she trusted her heavyworlders, but with Wefts to witness, no one could later claim that they'd betrayed her trust. ”Get Currald on the line, would you?”
A few moments later, Currald's face filled one of the screens, and he confirmed that the situation remained stable.
”I've told the native-born survivors that I'll supply some of their needs, too,” Sa.s.sinak told him. ”I don't want them to think that all good comes from Diplo. I've got some things on order, that'll be delivered to the perimeter. But if you can turn surveillance and supervision over to someone, I'd appreciate your company at lunch,”
”You're not giving them weapons - ”
”No, certainly not.”
”Give me about half an hour, if you can, captain; I'm still arranging the flank coverage.”
”That's fine. I'll order a meal for half an hour from now - and if you're held up along the way, just give me a call.” She cleared the circuit, and turned to Ford. ”See if Mayerd can meet with us, too - and you, of course, after you've notified your short lists that you'll brief them this afternoon. I'll be on the bridge, but we'll eat in here.”
On the bridge, she told the duty officer to carry on, and came up behind Arly. Although most of the s.h.i.+p had been released from battle stations, the weapons systems were powered up and fully operational. It would be disastrous if someone erred at this range - no doubt the transport would be destroyed (with great loss of life she'd have to account for) but the resultant backlash could endanger the Zaid-Dayan Zaid-Dayan. Arly acknowledged her without taking her gaze from the screens.
”I'm just running a test on quadrant two - ” she said over her shoulder. ”Interlock systems - making sure no one can pull the same trick again - ”
Sa.s.s had more sense than to bother her at that moment, and waited, watching the screens closely, although she could not interpret some of the scanning traces. Finally Arly sighed, and locked her board down.
”Safe. I hope.” She smiled a bit wearily. ”Are you going to explain, or is this a great security mystery?”
”Both,” said Sa.s.s. ”How about lunch in my office?”
Arly's eyes slid back to her screens. ”I should stay - ”
”You've got a perfectly competent second officer, and it's my considered opinion that nothing's going to break loose right now. That Cruss may be up to something, but we've interrupted his plans, and this is our safe period. Relax - or at least get out of that seat and eat something.”
Currald brought the stench of the Iretan atmosphere back into Sa.s.sinak's office, just as the filters had finally cleared it out after the morning's visit. He apologized profusely, but she waved his apology aside.
”We're going to be here awhile, and we might as well adapt. Or learn to wear nose-plugs.”
Arly was trying not to wrinkle her nose, but positioned herself a seat away from Currald. ”It's not you,” she said to him, ”but I simply can't handle the sulfur smell. Not with a meal on the table. It makes everything taste terrible.”
Currald actually chuckled, a sign of unusual trust. ”Maybe that's what drove the mutineers to eating meat - I've heard it ruins the sense of smell.”
”Meat?” Mayerd looked up sharply from a sheaf of lab reports. ”It makes the person who eats it stink of sulfur derivatives, but it doesn't confuse the eater's own nose.”
”I don't know ...” Sa.s.s paused with a lump of standard green vegetable in white sauce halfway to her mouth. ”If things taste different in a sulfurous atmosphere - and they do - ” She eyed the lump of green with distaste. ”Then maybe meat would taste good.”
”I never thought of that.” Mayerd's brow wrinkled. Ford grinned at the table generally.
”Here comes another scientific paper . . . The Effect of Ireta's Atmosphere on the Perception of Protein Flavorings' . . . 'Sulfur and the Taste of Blood.
”Don't say that in front of Co-leader Varian,” Sa.s.s warned. ”She seems to be very sensitive where the prohibition is concerned. She wouldn't think it was funny.”
”It's not funny,” Mayerd said thoughtfully. ”It's an idea ... I never thought of it before, but perhaps an atmospheric stench would affect the kinds of foods people would prefer, and if someone were already tempted to consider the flesh of living beings an acceptable food, the smell might increase the probability - ” The others groaned loudly, in discordant tones, and Mayerd glared at them. Before she could retort, Sa.s.sinak brought them to order, and explained why she'd wanted them to meet.
”Co-leader Varian is perfectly correct that the Iretans are not responsible for the mutiny or its effects. At the same time, it's in the interests of FSP to see that this planet is not opened to exploitation, and that the Iretans a.s.similate into the Federation with as little friction as possible. They've been told a pack of lies, as near as we can tell: they think that the original team was made up of heavyworlders, and abandoned unfairly. They expected help from heavyworlders only, and apparently think heavyworlders and lightweights cannot cooperate.
”We have the chance to show them that heavyworlders are a.s.similated, and welcome, in our society. We all know about the problems - Major Currald has had to put up with harra.s.sment, as have most if not all heavyworlders in Fleet - but he and the others in Fleet believe that the two types of humans are more alike than different. If we can drive a friendly wedge between those young people and that heavyworlder colony s.h.i.+p - if we can make it clear that they have a chance to belong to a larger universe - perhaps they'll agree to compensation for their claims on Ireta, and withdraw. That would be a peaceful solution, quite possible for such a small group, and with compensation they could gain the education they'd need to live well elsewhere. Even if they don't give up all their claims, they might be more willing to live within the limits a tribunal is almost certain to impose . . . especially if Varian is right, and there's a sentient native species.”
Currald said, ”Do you want active recruitment? The ones I've seen would probably pa.s.s the interim tests.”
Sa.s.s nodded. ”If you find some you want for the marine contingent, let me know. I'd approve a few, but we'd have to be sure we could contain them. I don't believe any have been groomed as agents, but that's a danger I can't ignore.”
Mayerd frowned, tapping the lab reports on the table beside her tray. ”These kids were brought up on natural foods, not to mention meat. Do you think they could adjust to s.h.i.+pboard diets right away?”
”I'm not sure, and that's why I want you in on this from the beginning. We're going to need to know everything about their physiology. They're apparently heavyworlder-bred, but growing up on a normal-G planet hasn't brought out the full adaptation. Major Currald may have some insights into the differences, or perhaps they'd be willing to talk to other heavyworlders more freely. But you're the research expert on the medical staff: you figure out what you need to know and how to find out. Keep me informed on what you need.”
”I've always thought,” said Mayerd, with a sidelong glance at Currald, ”that it's possible heavyworlders do require a blend of nutrients delivered most efficiently in meat. Particularly those on cold worlds. But you can't do research on that in the Federation - it's simply unmentionable. Not fair, really. Scientific research shouldn't be hampered by religious notions.”