THE HELMSAN
BY BILL BALDWIN
CHAPTER 1
!!!!Only three travelers shambled from the coach at the badly lighted Eorean station. Two of
them disappeared into the ozone-pungent darkness even before the train's warning lights were
out of sight along the causeway. Alone on the platform, Sub-lieutenant Wilf Brim dialed his
blue Fleet Cloak's heating element control another notch toward "warm," then clambered down
the wet metal steps from the elevated tracks. The whole Universe seemed dismally cold around
him as he reached the landing. He listened to wind moaning through the station shelter while he
oriented himself, then picked his way around ice-crusted puddles barely visible beneath
infrequent Karlsson lamps' and started out toward the dim shape of a distant guard shack. He
was shamefully aware of the single traveling case following him. It fairly shouted his humble
origins, and he was joining an Imperial Fleet once commanded exclusively by wealthprivileged
officers-until First Star Lord Sir Beorn Wyrood's recent Admiralty Reform Act (and
six years of war's insatiable attrition) forced inclusion of talent from whatever source it could
be obtained.
!!!!Shivering despite the warm, high-collared cloak, he peered at the predawn sky. Enough light
now filtered through the clouds to disclose lines of low, gray-painted buildings, a world of
dissected starships, and forests of shipyard cranes stationary against a starless sky. Along the
waterfront, indistinct shapes of more or less intact vessels hovered quietly on softly glowing
gravity pools while the outlines of others projected above covered wharves and warehouses, all
a uniform shade of weather-faded gray relieved occasionally by stains of oxidation or char. In
the distance, mountainous forms of capital ships dominated a lightening horizon from still
another complex. Brim shook his bead bitterly. Fat chance for a Carescrian Helmsman on one
of those!
!!!!He stretched to his nearly three-iral height and yawned in the clammy dampness. The sky
was now spitting snow occasionally, with a promise of more substantial amounts soon to
come. He sniffed the air, sampling the odor of the sea as it mixed with ozone, heated lubricants,
and the stench of over-heated logics. At best, the Eorean Starwharves-one of fifteen starship
construction-and-maintenance complexes on the watery star-base planet of Ginimas Haefdoncould
accurately be described as an untidy sprawl. To the twenty-eight-year-old Brim, it was
far more than that: it was also realization of a dream that only recently seemed impossible. His
fellow cadets (and many sullen instructors) quietly did their utmost to make it thus, and prevent
his recent graduation from the prestigious Helmsman's Academy near the capital planet,
Avalon. He somehow had prevailed, determined he could raise himself from the grinding
poverty of his home in the Empire's Carescrian Mining Sector. A combination of fierce
tenacity, hard work, and native talent finally won him his commissioning ceremonies and this
lonely outpost in the Galactic Fleet. He counted on those same attributes to take him a great deal
farther before he traded in his blue Fleet Cloak-a lot farther indeed.
!!!!Picking his way carefully over a series of glowing metal tracks that paralleled a high fence,
he stopped at the gate house to rap on the window and rouse its single, nodding occupant.
Inside, the ancient watchman wore age-tarnished medals from some long-forgotten space
campaign. He was tall with thin shoulders and enormous hands, a beak of a nose, sparse white
hair, and the sad eyes of a man who had seen too many Wilf Brims cater through his gate and
never return. "A bit early," he observed, opening the window no more than a crack to admit the
other's proffered orders card, while denying passage to as much of the cold wind as he could
manage. "First ship, I'll wager," he said.
!!!!Brim smiled. Metacycles ago at Girnmas Haefdon's Central Terminus, he had indeed
conceded the remainder of his sleep to excitement and anticipation. "Yes," he admitted. "In a
way, at least."
!!!!"Well, you're not the original early riser, young man," the watchman chuckled, "nor I
suppose the last, either. Bring yourself in here while I try to find where you belong. And don't
open the door more'n you must!" While Brim parked the traveling case and made his way into
the pungent warmth of the shack, the old campaigner placed his orders card in the side of a
battered communications cabinet (which also doubled as storage for six cracked and stained
teacups, none particularly clean). Presently, a shimmering display globe materialized over the
crockery. He studied the contents. "Hmm. All the way from Carescria," he observed without
looking around. "Caught in Anak's big sneak attack, I suppose?"
!!!!Brim only nodded to the man's back.
!!!!"Lose anybody?"
!!!!Brim shut his eyes. Did people have to ask? All he personally wanted was a chance to
forget. Even after six years, the war's sudden onset was as real as the night before. Wave after
wave of heavy cruisers from Emperor Nergol Thannic's League of Dark Stars. Concussion.
Agonizing heat-his tiny sister's last, anguished screams. He shook his head. "Everyone," he
whispered almost to himself, "everyone."
!!!!"Sorry," the old man said. "I didn't mean to-"
!!!!"It's all right," Brim interrupted dully. "Forget it."
!!!!Neither occupant found more words until the old man broke his silence with another
pregnant "Hmm." He scratched his head. "T.83, eh?" Apparently, this needed no answer, for
he continued moving age-spotted fingers over his small control panel, concentrating on rapidly
changing patterns in the globe. Finally, he looked up to consult a large three-dimensional map
tacked above a ragged chair. Tracing a long finger along the causeway, he stopped near the
image of a tiny, fenced-in square. "You're here, now, d' you see?" he asked.
!!!!Brim peered at the map. "Yessir," he said. "I see."
!!!!"All right, then," the watchman continued. "Now let me think, G-31 at, ah. . ." He peered
nearsightedly at the globe again without moving the finger. "Oh, yes, G-3l at B-19." Now he
continued across the map until he stopped at a basin carved into a far corner of the island.
"B-19," he announced.!!!!"Your Truculent's moored here, Carescrian. On the gravity pool
numbered R-2134. D' you see?"
!!!!Brim squinted at the map near the man's black fingernail. A tiny "R-2134" was just visible
printed inside one of seven rectangular gravity pools bordering the circular basin. "I see it, all
right," he said.
!!!!"Bit of a distance on foot," the old man observed, stroking his thin, stubbled chin. "First
skimmers from the transport pool I won't run for another metacycle or so, and I can't imagine
the ship'll send one of their own. You're not even signed aboard as a crew member yet."
!!!!Brim snorted. He knew what the watchman really meant-that they wouldn't send a skimmer
for a no-account Carescrian. He'd been here before, often. The old man smiled sympathetically.
"1 can offer you a spot of tea to warm your stomach until then, if you'd care to have a seat."
!!!!"Thanks just the same," Brim said, making his way toward the door. "But I think I'll walk
off some of this excitement before I try to check in." He nodded. "R-2134. I'll find it."
!!!!"Thought you might do something like that," the old man observed. "You'll get there with no
trouble. Just keep the set of blue tracks on your left. Snow won't stay on 'em."
!!!!Brim nodded his thanks and stepped quickly into the cold, summoning the traveling case to
his heel. A thickening carpet of snow lay over the still-sleeping complex, already hiding much
of the unsightly dockyard clutter beneath a mantle of white. Carefully keeping the blue-glowing
tracks on his left, he made his way along a dark concourse, noting that his pace curiously
increased as soon as he cleared the gate. While he hurried along the rough pavement, he asked
himself if it was the cold that made him hurry so-or was it the excitement?
!!!!On either side of the road, powerful forms of warships loomed through the falling snow,
hovering ponderously over shallow gravity pools, dimly lit from beneath by the glow of
shipyard gravity generators. Those near the water were often lighted. On a few, he saw
occasional crew members performing routine poolside duties (cursing both their superiors and
the snow, he guessed with a smile). The signs of life made him feel less alone in the sprawling
confusion of hulls, KA'PPA masts, and ubiquitous cranes which now crowded the lightening
sky.
!!!!Other ships-those grotesquely damaged or undergoing dissection for repair-hovered like
metallic corpses over inland gravity pools half hidden by stacks of hullmetal plates and heavy
shipbuilding equipment. Brim shuddered as he passed one particularly savaged wreck. On the
convoy from Avalon be helplessly, watched one of the escorts, an old destroyer named
Obstinate, take a torpedo hit amidships. She had blown up with all hands. That crew would
have deemed themselves fortunate indeed to bring her back to base at all, even in this condition!
He shook his head-everything in the Universe was relative, as they said.
!!!!Abruptly, he was there. A rusting sign announced "GRAVITY POOL R-2134." Beyond
floated 190 lean irals of T-class destroyer: starship T.83, I.F.S. Truculent.
!!!!He picked his way along stone jetties surrounding the gravity pool, seldom taking his eyes
from the hovering, wedge-shaped form. In the amber glow of gravity generators below,
shadows from ventral turrets moved gently over her underside as she stirred to urgings of the
wind. Above, huddled battle lanterns still cast dim circles of light outside her entry ports, and a
sparse web of emerald mooring beams flashed occasionally as the resting starship gently tested
her anchorage.
!!!!T-class starships weren't big as destroyers went, and at rest they weren't especially pretty,
either. But inside their pointed, angular hulls they crowded four powerful Sheldon Drive
crystals and two brutish antigravity generators with at least triple the thrust claimed by other
ships their size. These latter provided astonishing acceleration below LightSpeed, a regime in
which much of their close-in patrol duty was performed. And every iral spoke power. They
were rugged, sturdy machines with all the mass of space holes. In the hands of a good captain,
any one of them was mole than a match for the Cloud League's best.
!!!!Truculent's sharply angular hull formed a pointed, three-sided trilon resembling the curious
lance tips of Furogg warriors from the K'tipsch quadrant. Her flat main deck widened cleanly
from a needle-sharp bow nearly a quarter of its length to the rounded shape of an A turret with
its long, Slim 144-mmi disruptor. Faired in and raised three levels from this was the starship's
frowning bridge, covered by a presently transparent "greenhouse" of Hyperscreen panels
(required for hyper-LightSpeed vision), which reflected the weak dawn in runnels of melting
snow. Projecting from either side of this structure, bridge wings extended like shoulders nearly
all the way to the deck's crisply defined edge. A sizable globe atop each of the wings housed
fire directors controlling her seven main turrets. From the aft center of the Hyperscreen canopy,
her tall, streamlined mast supported a long-whiskered KA'PPA-COMM system beacon which,
by a curious loophole in Travis physics, enabled nearly instantaneous communication both
below and above the velocity of light and over enormous distances.
!!!!Immediately aft of the bridge, the starship's silhouette fell sheer to the single-level 'midships
deckhouse, which extended into the aft third of the deck. Wide as the bridge itself, this was
flanked by four stubby launches, two in succession to port and two to starboard, protected by
the projecting bridge wings. A swiveling, five-tube torpedo launcher was mounted on the flat
surface of its roof.
!!!!Behind this, a two-level aft deckhouse completed the top-deck centerline superstructure. The
torpedo launcher abutted its second-level torpedo reload and repair shop. Torpedo magazines
and general repair shops occupied most of the first-level space-vital necessities for the long
tours of blockade for which she and her sister ships were commonly employed. Slightly aft and
outboard of this deckhouse, W and X turrets with 144-mmi disruptors occupied the widest-and
most vacant-portions of the upper deck.
!!!!Like all other surfaces of Truculent's hull, her stern was also a triangular slab of hullmetal.
From his studies at the Academy, Brim knew this one measured 97 irals along the edge with its
inverted apex only 21 irals below. Pierced by four circular 3.5-iral openings, the surface was
otherwise featureless. Each of the openings (outlets for the ship's Drive crystals) was presently
sealed from Gimmas Haefdon's elements by a system of circular shutters.
!!!!Both ventral decks were also virtually featureless, except 144-mmi disruptor turrets mounted
fore and aft along each centerline. Those on the port surface were designated "B" (forward) and
"Z" (aft); those starboard, "C" and "Y". On each side of her bridge wings, "T.83" appeared in
square Avalonian glyphs.
!!!!Wistfully, Brim pondered her size. Even with her powerful sort of beauty, she still lacked the
sense of hauteur he associated with big capital ships like the ones based just over the horizon.
"Pick and shovel" were words that came readily to mind. Smiling wryly, he allowed as to how
he was fortunate indeed just to have a berth on her at all. Not many Carescrians ever made it
out of the mines.
!!!!As he stared through the hissing snow, a hatch opened in the deckhouse just opposite an
arched gangway to the waterside jetty. Presently, a huge starman lumbered through, watched
his breath congeal to steam, and pulled a too-short Fleet Cloak closer to his neck. Reaching
inside the hatch, he removed a broom.
!!!!"Shut the xaxtdamned hatch, Barbousse!" a voice echoed through the cold air.
!!!!"Aye, aye, ma'am!" The clang of hullmetal rang out as the hatch slammed closed. Shrugging,
the oversized seaman triggered his broom and began clearing snow-precisely in time for Brim
and his traveling case to meet him at the end of the gangway. The man piled considerable snow
over Brim's booted feet before he recognized something was amiss. He looked up with a
startled expression.
!!!!Brim smiled. On this first contact with his first ship, he was determined nothing would-or
could-go wrong. "Morning, Barbousse," he said with all the equanimity he could muster.
!!!!In sudden confusion, Barbousse dropped the whining broom as his hand jerked to
spasmodically salute. The device promptly spat clouds of snow over Brim's face and cape, then
rolled backward toward the tumbling water of the basin, burbling evil satisfaction. By reflex,
each bent at the same time to check its travel-and nearly knocked the other from his feet. At the
last possible millitick, Brim grabbed the throbbing machine from the edge of sure destruction
and switched it off, letting it spit snow and particles of rock into the water. He handed it
carefully to the seaman while be brushed debris from the front of his cloak and desperately bit
his lip to contain his amusement.
!!!!"Oh. . . ah, sorry, sir," Barbousse stumbled mournfully.
!!!!Brim forced himself under control. 'Think nothing of it, Barbousse," he said with his last
shred of dignity. He spat gritty stone crumbs into the water, then stepped left toward the
gangway. At that very moment, Barbousse attempted to remove himself from the path by
stepping right. In midstep, Brim deftly switched to his right-as Barbousse dived left. Once
more, Brim jogged right, blocked again by the wretched Barbousse, who now wore a frantic
look in his eyes.
!!!!"FREEZE, Mister!" Brim commanded, stopping himself short in the trampled snow. "And
don't drop the broom!" Barbousse froze in apparent rigor mortis, began to topple toward the
water, caught himself again, and came to an uneasy rest. Calmly as possible, Brim walked past
and onto the gangway, only to stop once more in his tracks. Carefully, he turned to check on
Barbousse-he was still standing before the gangway, broom in hand at parade rest. "Carry on,"
he ordered smartly, then hurried up the steep incline toward the ship.
!!!!Stepping over a high sill, he drew the hatch closed and breathed deeply of starship odors: the
too-fresh redolence of ozone and rank stench of electronics mixed with odors of hot metal and
scorched sealants. Food. Bodies. And on every starship in the Fleet, an unmistakable scent of
polish. He chuckled as he made his way along the short companionway-everything military
smelled of polish. Before him, a petty officer glared at her hovering display. Her desk plate
read, "Kristoba Maldive, Quartermaster."
!!!!"All right, Barbousse," Maldive growled without looking up. "What now?"
!!!!"Well," Brim said, "you might start by signing me in...."
!!!!Maldive wrinkled a large, thin nose and continued to stare into the display. "Sign you what?"
she demanded, fingers flying on a nearby control panel. Hues and patterns in the globe shifted
subtly (Brim politely avoided reading any of them). "What in Universe do you mean by th-?"
she continued, then stopped in midword when her narrow-set eyes strayed as far as Brim's
cloak-and the sublieutenant's insignia on the left shoulder. "Oh, Universe,' she grimaced
quietly. "Sorry, sir, I never expected anyone out so early." She stared down at the desk. "We
don't often get a chance to sleep so long. And the skimniers-"
!!!!"It's all right," Brim interrupted. "I walked."
!!!!Maldive looked up again. "Yes, sir," she said with an embarrassed smile. "I see you
certainly did." She inserted Brim's card in a reader, then peered at the display. More soft hues
and patterns filled the globe. "Everything seems in order, sir," she said. From her desk she
hefted an old-fashioned book-elegantly bound in polished red fabric with gold trim. Truculent's
emblem of a charging bull, Hilaago (deadly predator from the planet Ju'ggo-3 in the Blim
Commonwealth), was engraved in its front cover. "Sign here, sir," she grunted, opening the
heavy book on the desk top facing Brim. "We'll have you aboard in no time at all."
!!!!Brim bent to the book and signed full fingerprints of both hands. "Wel1," he asked with a
smile, "how was that?"
!!!!"I'd bet you're in, sir," the Quartermaster said, returning the smile. "Can you find your way
to the wardroom? It's on the same deck level. We'll need a few cycles to make up your cabin."
!!!!"I'll find it," Brim said with more confidence than he actually felt. He'd been at pains to learn
the starship's layout in the Academy library back on Avalon, but now everything looked
unfamiliar and confusing.
!!!!"We'll come for you there when your cabin's ready," Maldive promised. "And you can leave
that traveling case with me, too."
!!!!Brim nodded thanks and shook his head. What a difference the tiny device on his left
shoulder made! Having someone else look after his luggage was a far cry from life on the ore
carriers at home. Of course, there he would have been counted fortunate indeed to have any
baggage at all-aside from what he wore on his back or could carry in a pocket.
!!!!Along the companionway, he paused at a gleaming metal plate set with old-fashioned rivets.
"I.F.S. TRUCULENT," it read, "JOB 21358 ELEANDOR BESTIENNE YARD 228/51988."
The plaque might have been polished every metacycle on the metacycle from its looks-and by
persons who cared considerably for the ship. A fine portent, he decided; and gave it a few good
strokes of his own with a sleeve. He smiled. Something like that might even bring good luck.
!!!!Finding the wardroom proved easier than he expected-he was lost only twice. He opened the
door almost bashfully-officers' country had been strictly off limits as recently as six days ago.
With sincere relief, he discovered it was unoccupied, and stepped over the high sill. A large
picture of Emperor Greyffin IV, "Grand Galactic Emperor, Prince of the Reggio Star Cluster,
and Rightful Protector of the Heavens," adorned the forward bulkhead (identical poses stared
beatifically from every available wall in the Empire). Battered recliners lolled here and there
along a narrow deck dominated by a massive carved table with ten matching chairs. Eight
places were set at the table; two additional chairs faced only polished wood.
!!!!Beyond the table, a window opened through the aft bulkhead into a tiny, dark pantry. From
within this space, two incredibly rheumy eyes peered at him from atop a thin nose which ended
in a bushy white mustache. This time, it was Brim's turn for surprise. He jumped. "Er, good
morning," he said.
!!!!"It certainly does, sir," the face stated with conviction.
!!!!"Pardon?"
!!!!"But then I understand all you young fellers love snow."
!!!!Brim was just opening his mouth again when be was interrupted by the appearance of a
Great Sodeskayan Bear with engineering blazes on the high collar of his Fleet Cloak. The
newcomer-a full lieutenant-peered through the door, appeared to immediately grasp the
situation, and wiggled long, unruly whiskers. "Lieutenant Brim?" he asked.
!!!!"Yes, sir," Brim answered. "Ah. . . ?" He inclined his head toward the pantry door.
!!!!The Bear smiled. "Oh, that's Chief Steward Grimsby," he explained. "He's all right-he just
doesn't listen anymore."
!!!!"Doesn't listen, sir?"
!!!!"Well, not in the half year since I signed on he hasn't."
!!!!Brim nodded, more in capitulation than anything else.
!!!!"Don't let him bother you, friend," the Bear maid. "He seems to anticipate most everything
we require. Anything else, we get for ourselves."
!!!!"I, ah, see, sir."
!!!!The Bear grinned, exposing long, polished fangs, each with the tiny jeweled inlay all
fashionable Bears seemed to consider indispensable. "'Sir' is not really my name," he said,
extending a large furry hand. "On the Mother Planets, I sin called Nikolas Yanuar Ursis-but
you should call me 'Nik,' eh?"
!!!!Brim gripped his hand. "Nik it is," he replied. "And you seem to know mine's Wilf Brim-
Wilf Ansor Brim, that is."
!!!!"Kristoba told me you were here," Ursis said, drawing a battered Sodeskayan Zempa pipe
from a pocket of his expensive-looking tunic. Six strong fingers delicately charged its bowl
from a flat leather case, and he puffed vigorously until the hogge'poa glowed warmly, filling
the wardroom with its sweet, heavy fragrance-object of centuries' aggravated complaint by
suffering human crewmates all over the Universe. "You don't mind, do you?" Ursis asked,
settling into one of the less seedy recliners.
!!!!Brim smiled and shook his head. Hogge'poa never especially bothered him. Nobody
seriously expected the Bears to stop anyway, but the tolerance had less to do with altruism than
with recognition of the extraordinary genius by which engineered Hyperspace Drive systems,
and besides, female Bears simply loved the smell of it.
!!!!"Fresh from the Academy, eh?" Ursis asked, crossing his legs comfortably. His high boots
were perfectly polished, as if he expected an imminent inspection.
!!!!"I only graduated last week," Brim admitted.
!!!!"Then you came in from Avalon on Amphitrite, didn't you?"
!!!!Brim pursed his lips and nodded. Indeed, he had arrived in the big converted liner only the
night before. "Convoy CXY98," he explained.
!!!!"Word has it we lost heavily in that one," the Bear said.
!!!!"More than half the cargo vessels," Brim asserted. "Twelve, I think."
!!!!"And most of the escorts," the Bear stated.
!!!!Brim nodded again. The Eorean Complex boasted an accurate rumor mill. "I watched old
Obstinate blow up no more than a c'lenyt off our port bow," Brim said.
!!!!"No survivors you could see?"
!!!!"I can't imagine anything living through that blast," Brim answered. "All four Drive
chambers seemed to blow at the same time-there wasn't even much wreckage."
!!!!Ursis got out of the recliner thoughtfully. Standing, he was average for a Sodeskayan native:
powerfully barrel chested and slightly taller than the three irals Brim claimed for himself. Like
other Bears, he had short pointed ears and a short muzzle for natural heat retention on the cold
planets of his origin. He looked Brim in the eye. "Two cousins," he pronounced slowly.
"Voof."
!!!!"I'm sorry," Brim said lamely.
!!!!"So am I," Ursis said with a faraway look in his close-set predator's eyes. "But then
Hagsdoffs always gore the hairiest oxen first, don't they?"
!!!!"Pardon?"
!!!!"An old saying from the Mother Planets," Ursis explained. "And it is I who ought to be
sorry for unloading troubles on you." He put a hand on Brim's arm. "Your people suffered
with mine in the first raids."
!!!!Brim bit his lip.
!!!!"Despots like Nergol Triannic strike sears and men alike," Ursis said. "Our work is to finish
him-and his thrice-damned League-eh?" He puffed thoughtfully on his Zempa pipe.
!!!!"Some news of your coming preceded you, Carescrian. Many of us have looked forward to
your arrival with great interest."
!!!!Brim raised an eyebrow.
!!!!"Soon, my new friend, we will talk of many things," the Bear said. "But for now, the Drive
demands my presence. And I am certain you will be delighted to see your cabin, which at last
seems to be ready." He nodded toward the door.
!!!!Brim turned. A starman waited outside in the companionway.
!!!!"This way, please, Lieutenant," the young woman said.
!!!!"Later...." Ursis declared, leading the way through the door.
!!!!Within a few cycles, Brim stood proudly in a tiny stateroom, the first in his memory he
would not share with someone else. Luxury like this was a far cry indeed from Carescria and
her ore trade, and he had paid dearly to win it. For the moment at least, all seemed worth the
price.
!!!!He had only just stowed his traveling case beneath the narrow bunk when he noticed a
message frame that had materialized on the inside of his door.
!!!!"Yes?"
!!!!"Captain's compliments," the frame said. "And interviews will begin in her office at standard
0975."
!!!!Glancing at his timepiece, Brim saw he had more than three metacycles to wait. "Very well,"
he answered,' then settled back on his bunk as the indicator faded. Clearly, he was one of very
few early risers aboard Truculent, at least when she was in port.
!!!!Well before standard 0975, Brim climbed two levels to the aft end of the bridge tower. Near
the ladder, a door was engraved simply "CAPTAIN," below which removable adhesive
stickers spelled out "R.G. Collingswood, Lt. Commander, I.F." While he waited, he was joined
by a second sublieutenant with Helmsman's blazes on his collar. The newcomer was pink and
chubby and had an uneasy look about himself. His belt divided an expensive-looking tunic into
two rolls which flubbered up and down as he hurried. "I thought I'd never find the Captain in
this awful warren," he grumped in a high-pitched voice. "What time is it anyhow?"
!!!!"If you're scheduled at standard 0975, you've made it," Brim assured him, checking his own
timepiece. "We have nearly a cycle to go."
!!!!"No little wonder," the man said, panting, then suddenly looked at Brim with something like
recognition. "You're not that Carescrian sublieutenant, are you?" he asked.
!!!!"I am," Brim asserted, immediately on the defensive.
!!!!The other grunted. "Well, you certainly don't look odd," he observed.
!!!!From bitter experience, Brim knew Imperials often had no idea they were giving offense-and
now was not the time to teach this one. "Ready?" he asked evenly.
!!!!"As I'll ever be, I suppose."
!!!!Brim knocked firmly.
!!!!"It's open," a voice called from inside.
!!!!Brim pushed the latch plate. Inside, with her back to the door, Lieutenant Commander R.G.
Collingswood stared intently at a display. Soft chords of stately, unfamiliar music beguiled
Brim's ears from the background. "Come in," she urged without turning around. "I shall be
finished momentarily."
!!!!!!!!Brim led the way, then stood uncomfortably in the soft, haunting music until she cleared
the display and swiveled her chair, looking first at one and then the other. She had a long,
patrician nose, hazel eyes, and soft chestnut curls. Graceful fingers interlaced on her lap.
!!!!"Well?" she asked.
!!!!"Sublieutenant Wilf Ansor Brim reporting for duty aboard I.F.S. Truculent, ma'am," Brim
said with as steady a voice as he could muster. In the following silence, he realized he was very
nearly terrified. He also noticed he was not the only one-his overweight counterpart hadn't even
opened his mouth. Still in silence, he offered his orders card, carefully turning it for insertion in
a reader.
!!!!Collingswood read the printed name, then-accepting the other's without a glance-placed both
behind her on the desk. She frowned. "So you're Brim?" she asked finally in a quiet mezzo.
!!!!"Yes, ma'am."
!!!!"That makes you Theada," she said to the other.
!!!!"J-Jubal Windroff Theada the Third," he said, "from AvaIon."
!!!!"Yes," Collingswood said with a frown. "At one time, I knew your father." Silent for a
moment, she smiled distantly, then went on. "I suppose both of you are fresh from Helmsman's
training," she said.
!!!!Brim nodded. "Yes, ma'am," he said again. The other continued his silence.
!!!!A tiny smile escaped Collingswood's thin mouth. "Ready take old Truculent into space from
the command seat, then?" she joked.
!!!!"I'd gladly settle for any seat up there, ma'am," Brim said with a grin. For the first time, it
occurred to him the woman was dressed in a threadbare sweater and short skirt that revealed
slim legs and soft, well-worn boots. Somehow, even at her - leisure, she looked every inch a
captain.
!!!!"You are the one who piloted those horrible ore carriers, aren't you?" she asked.
!!!!"Yes, ma'am," Brim answered, again braced for the inevitable insult.
!!!!"Hmm," she mused, "I understand they require some rather extraordinary flying."
!!!!Brim felt his face flush and kept an embarrassed silence.
!!!!Collingswood smiled again. "You'll show us your talent soon enough, Lieutenant." she said.
"And you, Lieutenant Theada. Shall I put you in the command seat straight off?"
!!!!"W-Well, Captain," Theada stammered, "I only h-have about three hundred metacycles at the
controls-and some simulator time. I don't know if I'm actually ready f-for the left seat right
away...."
!!!!"You'll build your metacycles quickly in Truculent," CoIIingswood interrupted with just the
shadow of a frown. Then her neutral smile returned. "Lieutenant Amherst will expect you to
check in with him-he's our number one. And of course you must see Lieutenant Gallsworthy
when he returns to the ship. He's chief Helmsman-you report to him." Abruptly, she smiled,
then swiveled back to the display. 'Welcome aboard, both of you," she said in dismissal.
!!!!Brim led the way out the door. Just as he stepped over the sill, Collingswood turned his way
again. "By the by, Lieutenant Brim," she said, looking past Theada. 'When you address me, it's
'Captain,' not 'ma'am."' She smiled with a warmth Brim could actually feel. "Nothing to worry
about," she added. "I thought you'd want to know."
!!!!When Theada disappeared along the companionway without uttering another word, Brim
decided his next move should to report to Truculent's first lieutenant. He tracked the down in
the chart house portion of the bridge at work before a small disorderly table that projected one
of the ship's ubiquitous display globes. "Lieutenant Amherst?" Brim inquired politely, eyeing a
richly lined Fleet Cape carelessly heaped on a nearby recliner.
!!!!"Never forget it," Amherst growled coldly as he turned his display. His were the same
aristocratic features as Collingswood's-only strongly masculine. He had a thin, straight nose
with flaring nostrils, two narrow mustaches, a lipless silt for a mouth, and wavy auburn hair. It
was the eyes, however, that set him apart from Collingswood. While hers greeted the world
with easygoing intellect, Amherst's revealed the quick, watchful manner of a true martinet.
"You certainly took your time reporting, didn't you?" he sniffed, ignoring Brim's original
question.
!!!!"I was with Captain Collingswood, sir," Brim explained.
!!!!"Plead your explanations only when I ask," he sneered. "Lieutenant Theada came to see me
straight off-as befits a proper Imperial officer." He swiveled his chair and smoothed his bluebraided
breeches where they became close fitting just below the knees. Elegant knee-high boots
exuded the soft luxury of expensive ophet leather (which Brim had seen only in pictures).
"Colonials always have so much to learn about proper deportment," he sighed, then peered
along his nose at Brim. "You Carescrians will probably prove the worst of all."
!!!!Brim held his temper-and his tongue. After the Helmsman's Academy, Amherst's manner
was all too familiar.
!!!!"Well?" the other demanded suddenly. "What have you to say for yourself?"
!!!!"I was with the Captain," Brim repeated, "at her request."
!!!!"You'll soon learn to be smart with me, Carescrian," Amherst snapped, eyes flashing with
quick anger.
!!!!"I meant no insult, sir," Brim stated evenly, still under relatively firm control.
!!!!Amherst glared coldly. "I shall be the judge of your pitiful insults, Sublieutenant." He joined
long fingers at the tips, contemplated the roofed structure they formed while Brim stewed in
uncomfortable silence. "I believe I shall do the whole crew a favor," he said presently, looking
Brim in the eye for the first time. 'The sooner your kind display your true abilities, the sooner
we can replace you with your betters." Abruptly, he turned to his display. "Imagine," he
muttered to no one in particular, "a Carescrian with a cabin of his own!" He shook his head and
moved long, pink fingers over the control panel. "We are scheduled out of here the morning
after next," he chortled. "And you are now posted as co-Helmsman for the takeoff. Old
Gallsworthy ought to be in a spectacular mood after another two nights' gaming. He'll make
short work of your no-account talent."
!!!!Trembling with frustration, Brim remained in the doorway, waiting for whatever might come
next. "You may go," Amherst said, turning his back. "You have the remainder of today and
tomorrow to enjoy the ship. After that, good riddance, Carescrian. You have no place with a
gentleman's organization-in spite of what Lord Beorn's perverted Reform Act might allege."
!!!!Brim turned on his heel, and with the last vestiges of his patience eroding like sand on a
beach, he stormed off to his cabin.
!!!!Long metacycles later-he lost track of time-Brim sat, head in hands, on his bunk, halfway
between murderous anger and deep, deep despair. It was cadet school all over again. The few
carescrians who even made it to the Academy had to be better than anyone else just to be
accepted as living beings. And the very weapon Imperials always used was a person's own
temper. He shook his head, painfully rehearsing his meeting with Amherst for the thousandth
time when a mighty pounding rattled the door to his cabin. "Wilf Ansor, my new friend, come!
Now is the time for libations in the wardroom, eh?" In all his twenty-eight years, Brim could
not remember a more welcome sound.
!!!!Now late in the last watch of the day, the wardroom was dim with hogge'poa and crowded
by people who had clearly collected from all over the base. Brim picked out uniforms of
spaceframe structure masters, logic boffins, and a whole cadre of Imperial officers-many with
impressive ranks. Most of the latter were insignia from other ships. And beautiful women!
They were all over the room. Some young, some not so young. His eyes had just fallen willing
prisoner to an artfully tousled !!!!head of golden curls and soft expressive eyes when Ursis
returned with two largish goblets of meem-and another Bear in tow.
!!!!"Come, Anastas Alexyi," Ursis called to the smaller editionof himself. "Let me present our
new Helmsman just reported in. Wilf Ansor, you must meet this glorious engineering officerand
my personal boss, Lieutenant A.A. Borodov!"
!!!!Borodov grasped Brim's hand in a firm hirsute paw. "Brim?" he exclaimed. "But I have
heard of you-greatest pilot of all Helmsmen in the latest Academy class, is it not so?"
!!!!Brim felt his face flush. "I am pleased to meet you, sir," he stammered.
!!!!"Ah-ha!" the Bear exclaimed, turning to Ursis triumphantly. "His blush gives him away,
would you believe?"
!!!!Ursis chortled heartily. "All's dark when snow flies blue, eh?" They both laughed.
!!!!"Well, Wilf Ansor," Borodov rumbled on. "Many of us have looked forward to flying with
you at the helm. Tonight we shall drink toasts to your Carescrian ore barges." He placed a paw
on the chest of Brim's uniform. "I myself started Drive work on those same star beasts, eh?
Many years before you were a little cub." He chuckled. "Destroyers ought to prove easy work
in comparison, believe me."
!!!!He turned suddenly and caught the arm of a dainty lieutenant. "Ah, Anastasia," he said.
"You must meet our new Helmsman, Wilf Brim!"
!!!!"Beautiful woman here is Anastasia Fourier-weapons officer, Wilf," Ursis added with a
wink. "So small for such a large job...."
!!!!"Big enough to bruise your shins, you chauvinist Bear," Anastasia said as she bussed his
furry cheek. Her face was almost perfectly moon shaped with wide-set eyes and heavy, pouting
lips. She had a high-pitched voice and talked at such a rate that Brim marveled she could make
herself understood at all. Her Fleet Cape revealed just enough in the way of curves to assure
Brim that great intrinsic worth lay beneath. Her wink made him believe that much of it might,
under proper circumstances, be readily available. "If this is the kind of company you keep,
Lieutenant," she squeaked, "I shall have to keep a close eye on you-and the sooner the better."
Then, suddenly ma she appeared, she was swept away giggling on the arm of a smiling
commander. He wore the insignia-if Brim's eyes didn't lie-of a battlecruiser.
!!!!Ursis touched his arm. 'When you stop drooling, friend Brim," he said, "I want you to meet
our Dr. Flynn-he keeps us alive and moderately healthy despite all efforts to the contrary." The
Medical Officer was short, fair, and balding, with a reddish face and quick smile. His uniform
was also-noticeably-standard issue.
!!!!"Xerxes 0. Flynn at your service," he said with a wide-eyed leer. "You look terrible."
!!!!Brim flinched. "Pardon?"
!!!!Flynn shrugged. "I need the practice, Brim," he said with mock seriousness. "These Bears
keep the crew so filled with Sodeskayan wood alcohol nothing has a chance to get started." He
cocked one eye and stared in the direction of Brim's ear. "You certain you haven't brought
some sort of epidemic with you? I mean, Number One is spreading the word you're unsanitary
or something!"
!!!!When all three howled at this bit of rare humor, Brim's temper threatened to erupt anew.
Then suddenly he perceived an important difference. These people were laughing with him.
Before he knew it, he was laughing, too-for the first time in years, it seemed-perhaps longer
than that.
!!!!"And you'd better meet this lovely lass," Flynn panted, grabbing the arm of a plain young
woman with her back to Brim. "Sophia, my dear," he said. "I want you to meet Wilf Brim,
your new partner in crime."
!!!!Ursis grinned. "A lady Helmsman, would you believe?"
!!!!Relaxed for the first time since boarding Truculent, Brim turned and extended his hand. "I
didn't catch your last name," he said, smiling. Then his heart literally skipped a beat. Sophia
was talking to the girl with the tousled hair. He said something inane, took Sophia's proffered
hand, and tried not to stare at her friend. When a voice from somewhere pronounced, "Margot
Effer'wyck," the rest of the wardroom ceased to exist.
!!!!If this tall, ample young woman was not the most beautiful in the Universe, she nonetheless
appealed to Brim in a most profoundly fundamental manner. Her eyes flashed nimble
intelligence. Her oval face was framed by the loose golden curls which drew his gaze
originally, and her skin was almost painfully fair, brushed lightly with pink high in her cheeks.
When she smiled, her brow formed the most engaging frown he could imagine. Whatever it
was she had, it was sufficient for him.
!!!!"Margot," he stammered. "That's a beautiful name."
!!!!Her cool blue eyes remained neutral, but the large hand tapering fingers in his grip were
warm and friendly to his touch. "I like the name, too," she said, "even if everyone does use it
these days."
!!!!Brim watched her full, moist lips, and suddenly he was bashful schoolboy all over again-he
couldn't even look her in the eye! On the left shoulder of her cape, she wore insignia of a full
lieutenant, and her name tag read, "CHIEF, THREAT ASSESSMENT SECTION,
TECHNOLOGY DIVISION." An impressive-sounding job for one so young. Even her
uniform looked perfect (and reminded him, for the millionth time, of his own shabby,
regulation-issue blues).
!!!!While Flynn and Sophia (what was her last name?) exchanged words, with considerable
friendly laughter, he met her glance again. This time, some of the coolness was replaced with
interest. "You're new aboard Truculent, aren't you?" she asked.
!!!!"Yes," Brim answered, wretchedly wishing he could think of something more clever to say.
"I reported this morning."
!!!!The smiling frown reappeared. "You drew a good ship," she said, looking about the room.
"And a lucky one, too. People like to share the wardroom when she's in port." She laughed. "I
think they secretly hope some of the luck may rub off."
!!!!"Not you, though?" Brim asked with a grin.
!!!!Margot's eyes sparkled. "Perhaps me most of all," she said, laughing again. "I accept all the
good luck I can get." Suddenly, she gazed at the blazes on his collar. "What made you become
a Helmsman?" she asked.
!!!!"Oh, I'd done a bit of flying before I was called up," Brim explained modestly. "But I think
the Admiralty was getting desperate, if you want the absolute truth."
!!!!Her eyes drew his. "I'd certainly say so," she agreed with a twinkle. "It's known that only
madmen fly those ore carriers."
!!!!Brim took a deep breath. Everyone seemed to know about him. "Being a Carescrian," he
answered coldly, "I was fortunate indeed to achieve the exalted status of 'madman.' It put me at
a Helmsman's console. Most of my contemporaries were privileged to suffer radiation sickness
in the cargo holds...."
!!!!"I'm terribly sorry," she said, wincing. "I suppose I know better than that." She put a hand
on his arm. "Your name came up at a party the other evening. They say you are a superb
Helmsman."
!!!!Brim grimaced. "They should have informed you I am also unreasonably touchy
Carescrian," he said, suddenly ashamed his outburst. "Will you forgive me?"
!!!!"I shall call it even," she said, color rising in her cheeks. " 'I have not loved my words, nor
my words me/nor coin'd my voice to smiles....' "
!!!!Brim frowned, concentrated for a moment, then snapped his fingers and grinned. "'Nor cried
aloud,'" he continued, "'In worship of an echo in the crowd.'"
!!!!Her sudden smile seemed to light the room. "You know that?" she asked.
!!!!"'Star Pilgrim,'" Brim said. "I suppose I've read a lot of Alastor's poems." He smiled, a little
embarrassed. "I've had a lot of time on those old carriers-and secondhand poetry books are
pretty cheap."
!!!!"But nobody reads poetry anymore."
!!!!"Evidently you do," Brim said with a smile. "And I do. I'd like to think neither of us is a
nobody."
!!!!A new look was now on her face-one that hadn't been there before Alastor. "Who else do
you read?" she asked.
!!!!"'Father of this unfathomable Universe/Hear my solemn song, for I have loved your
stars....'"
!!!!"That...that's 'Solitude' by Nondum Lamia," she said with delighted eyes.
!!!!"Yes. That's right," Brim said. "Verse two."
!!!!"And how about, 'Roll on, thou deep and star-swept cosmos-roll/Ten thousand starfleets
sweep thy wastes in vain....'"
!!!!"Yes!" Brim said, frowning again. He raised a finger. "Lacerta. 'Rime of the Ancients,' I
think. 'Men mark their worlds with ruin-their power/Stops with their puny ships; upon the
starry plain...."'
!!!!Clearly speechless, she shook her head. 'That's beautiful," she finally whispered. Then she
raised her hands, abruptly serious. "It's nice to know I'm not totally alone sometimes...." Her
voice trailed off.
!!!!Taken aback, Brim raised his eyebrows. "I don't understand," he began, but was interrupted
by an elegantly uniformed commander.
!!!!"Sorry, Lieutenant," the man said without bothering to introduce himself. "It's about time I
escort this young thing back to headquarters."
!!!!"My date seems to be here," Margot said, instantly recovering her previous mood of
reserved amiability. "I'm very glad I met you, Wilf." Their eyes met once more-lingered for a
heartbeat. "Until the next time," she whispered in a husky voice. Then, before he could answer,
she was on her way through the crowd.
!!!!Entranced, Brim shamelessly stared as she walked away: long, well-built legs revealed
below her cape through skintight trousers, feet in tiny, ankle-length boots. "You are spilling
your meem, friend Wilf Ansor," Ursis said, once again breaking into his reverie.
!!!!"Yes, thanks," he mumbled, shaking his head.
!!!!"Quite a lady, Miss Effer'wyck," Flynn sighed. "But then you've already noticed, haven't
you?"
!!!!Brim felt his face flush. He was sure he had already made a fool of himself.
!!!!"I think you may have to admire that one from a distance," Sophia observed tactfully. "Turns
out she's already spoken for-the Honorable Commander LaKarn, Baron of the Torond, no
less."
!!!!"Story of my life," Brim grumped good-naturedly. "Too late for everything."
!!!!"Well, perhaps not quite everything," Sophia observed. "You've still got more than a day
before you face old Gallsworthy on the bridge."
!!!!"It's true, Wilf Ansor," Borodov interjected. "Lots of time to spend learning those deepspace
whiz-clanks you Helmsmen play with on the bridge." He winked meaningfully.
!!!!"Not that we'd want you to disappoint Number One or anything so subtle as that," Flynn
said under his breath.
!!!!Brim!!!!grinned. "I think I'm beginning to understand a lot of things," he said.
!!!!Borodov put a hairy finger on Ursis' cuff. "After the chill and darkness of a storm, wise
Bears run without snow, eh?"
!!!!Ursis raised an index finger. "There is much truth in that, Anastas Alexyi," he said sagely.
"Without snow, indeed."
!!!!By the time Brim returned to his cabin, the face of Margot Effer'wyck was already vague in
his mind's eye. If nothing else, he had learned long ago to take life one step at a time.
!!!!Weary metacycles before dawn lightened Gimmas Haefdon's cloudy sky, Wilf Brim was
already busy on Truculent's empty bridge. "Good morning, Mr. Chairman," he said, settling
carefully in the right-hand Helmsman's seat. Good morning, Lieutenant Brim," replied the
Chairman's disembodied voice. What service can we render?"
!!!!Brim peered into the darkness through the Hyperscreens where yesterday's snowfall had
again relapsed to driving sheets of rain. Below, wet hullmetal decks gleamed under hovering
battle lanterns; beyond, Eorean Complex was revealed by the half-lighted shapes of sleeping
starships, grotesque forms on other gravity pools, and the ever-present shipyard cranes.
Compulsively, he pulled the cloak tighter about his neck, though the air was warm and dry.
"Simulation, Mr. Chairman, "he said at length. "All systems."
!!!!"All-systems simulation, Lieutenant," the Chairman repeated. "Starboard Helmsman's
console in simulation mode." Soft-hued patterns filled the displays before him, moved and
changed. "Will you require special circumstances?"
!!!!"Later, Mr. Chairman," Brim answered, concentrating on the startup data flashing past his
eyes. "Right now, you can do something a bit easier-like the last takeoff here on Gimmas. Do
you still have that stored?"
!!!!"A moment, sir," the Chairman answered. Presently the Hyperscreens became opaque,
flickered, then abruptly came to life in the illusion of gloomy daylight, this time a mile or so out
to sea from the complex. "Found it," the Chairman intoned.
!!!!Brim looked around the simulated seascape, checked systems parameters once more on his
displays, then gently lowered his hands to the consoles. "Mr. Chairman," he said, "we'll take
this one from the very beginning...."
!!!!All that morning and far into the afternoon, Brim exercised Truculent's controls, simulating
takeoffs in good conditions and bad. Like most contemporary starships, she employed
antigravity generators for Hypolight-speed travel, switching to her four matched Sheldon Drive
crystals (for both propulsion and negation of relativistic mass/time effects) only when it was
desired to surpass the critical velocity of LightSpeed.
!!!!Specially designed for blockade and close-support work, all T-class starships flew with two
oversized CR-special 258x gravity generators astride the keel at the deepest (and aftmost) point
of the hull. These powerful units provided extraordinary acceleration and maneuverability when
working close-in to planetary systems where Hyperlight travel was impractical (and potential
targets were themselves either accelerating from decelerating to zero velocity). A third unit of
normal output and configuration was housed in a long chamber over the keel directly beneath
the bridge. This generator supplied direct thrust along the ship's vertical axis for intricate
maneuvering or warping into an anchorage.
!!!!As the session wore on, Truculent's Chairman provided antigravity failures of every kind
and significance, then added steering-engine problems and systems troubles as the session
progressed. By midafternoon, the bone-tired Carescrian felt rancid with dried sweat from
metacycles of mental and physical effort. But he was also reasonably certain he could fly the
starship through anything the Universe might throw at him. In the back of his mind, he knew
well enough that simulators never really duplicated real-life flying experience, but the
combination of a day's practice on these well-maintained controls and two years' bullying
deteriorated Q-97 ore carriers in and out of asteroid-cluttered Hyperspace provided him with
considerable confidence in himself as well as the ship. Compared to even the best Carescrian
transports, Truculent came off like scalpel to an ax-not altogether shabby, he allowed (smiling
at himself), for a "pick and shovel" tub like a destroyer.
!!!!Tired as he was, he lingered at the console, working the controls even after technical ratings
began to appear here and there on the bridge to bring their respective systems on line for the
morning's takeoff. But when two yeomen noisily commenced work on the principal
Helmsman's console to his left, he knew it was tune to wrap things up. "Mr. Chairman," he
announced, "I'm finished with the controls."
!!!!"A moment, sir," the Chairman said, then, "Simulation terminated. Starboard Helmsman's
console returned to direct connect." The Hyperscreens faded momentarily, then restored
themselves to the dreary landscape of Gimmas Haefdon. It was again snowing outside as
spume tore from wind-lashed white-caps in the basin and the last yellowish tinges dissolved
from the low-hanging clouds. Brim laughed grimly to himself. Weather on Gimmas Haefdon
was so bad-so horrible-even poor Carescria seemed appealing in comparison.
!!!!He slid wearily from the recliner, then dallied for a moment, staring through the
Hyperscreens at the driving snow. While he watched, haloed headlights from a distant surface
vehicle caught his eye as it picked its way through the shipyard in the direction of the basin.
Abruptly, the vehicle turned onto Truculent's jetty and pulled to a hovering stop under the
battle lanterns at the gangway. Brim frowned, thankful it was not he who was out on a night
like this.
!!!!He had just started back to his cabin when it occurred to that nothing more seemed to be
happening on the jetty. The skimmer continued to hover in the driving snow, but no one got
out, or in. The whole affair piqued his tired curiosity-now what?
!!!!As if in answer, two men appeared on Truculent's gangway, trudging through the driving
snow toward the jetty and its waiting skimmer. Heads down and capes plastered to bodies, they
gave mute testimony to the wind that he knew was howling through the nearby lifelines. One
of them-by his very size and gait-was surely the inane Barbousse.
!!!!Curious, Brim considered. Where was a man like Barbousse going in a skimmer, especially
with Truculent's lift-off little more than a few standard metacycles away? He watched with
renewed interest. Shortly, the two reached the skimmer, now hovering in a cloud of stirred-up
snowflakes. They hammered on the forward compartment until they were joined by an agitated
driver waving his arms and stamping his boots emotionally. Presently, Barbousse stepped to
the man's side and plucked him from his feet by the scruff of his collar. This had an immediate
quieting effect, and the three of them opened the passenger compartment of the skimmer and
peered into its darkened interior.
!!!!Shortly thereafter, Barbousse disappeared through the door-only to emerge almost
immediately, this time with the limp figure of a man in his arms. His companion from
Truculent reached inside the skimmer and withdrew a Fleet Cape, which he used to cover the
motionless individual, then completed some sort of transaction with the driver of the skimmer.
This finished, he turned on his heel to follow Barbousse back up the gangway to the ship.
!!!!As the skimmer pivoted and started its journey back along the jetty, Brim scratched his head.
Who? he asked himself-but deep inside, he feared he already knew.
!!!!The bridge was again deserted some four standard metacycles before Truculent's scheduled
takeoff time, though things were well astir below as ratings prepared the ship for flight.
"Morning, Mr. Chairman," Brim said, again settling into the right-hand Helmsman's station.
"Today, well do those check-outs for real."
!!!!He worked without interruption until Ursis arrived at their power consoles-by which time
most of the other stations were occupied and the bridge was humming with activity. "Don't
they let you sleep in that new cabin of yours?" the Bear asked mock solicitousness as he strode
along the main aisle of the bridge. "My power-systems log says you've already checked
everything a couple of thousand times." He chuckled. "You have no trust in the Chairman,
maybe?"
!!!!Brim felt his face flush. "I thought I'd better get everything right this morning if I hope ever
to do it again," he said with a chuckle.
!!!!Ursis smiled. "It's worth doing," he pronounced seriously. "No fool the Bear who first said,
'First impressions are lasting.' You must have been listening, eh?"
!!!!"Just scared," Brim said honestly.
!!!!"Probably a good time for being a little scared," a displayed image of Borodov interjected
darkly from the power exchange deep in Truculent's hull. "Word is they carried him aboard!"
!!!!Brim looked the old Bear's image in its eye. "Gallsworthy?" he asked.
!!!!"The same," Borodov answered. "Bad, they say."
!!!!"I think I watched it from here on the bridge, then," Brim said. "I wasn't certain at the time."
!!!!The old Bear looked thoughtful as Sophia Pym arrived, towing a flabby Theada to his jump
seat at the side of the bridge. The latter's eyes widened considerably when he caught sight of
Brim at the right-hand console. "You may well find yourself on what you call a 'hot seat,' Wilf
Ansor," Borodov pronounced soberly.
!!!!"We've seen him like this before," Ursis interjected.
!!!!Brim smiled and looked at the two Engineering Officers. "What are you trying to tell me?"
he asked.
!!!!"Simply this," Borodov explained with a serious mien, "Nikolai Yanuarievich and 1-we can
make it seem like Truculent's power systems won't run. None of you humans will be able to
tell the difference-I beg your pardon."
!!!!"Lots of us in the crew don't think it's fair you have to go through with this, Wilf," Ursis
added.
!!!!Brim glanced at his boots, wrestling with his emotions. He wasn't used to Imperials who
even cared if he lived or died. Finally, he shook his head, looking first at one and then the other
"Thank you," he said quietly. "Thank you both. But soonner or later, I'm going to have to face
up to this-and I suppose now is as good as any other time."
!!!!"It is a brave decision you make, Wilf," Borodov said.
!!!!"It is also too late to change your mind," Ursis interrupted inclining his head slightly toward
the back of the bridge. "Now comes Gallsworthy." Without another word, the Sodeskayan
dissolved into a suddenly quiet bridge.
Baldwin, Bill - The Helmsman Chapter 2
THE HELMSMAN
BY BILL BALDWIN
CHAPTER 2
!!!!As he strode among the consoles, Bosporus P. Gallsworthy, lieutenant, I.F., wore the look
of a man so secure in what he did that mere outward appearance was of no importance. His
face was almost wooden in calm, though bushy eyebrows failed to mask a glint of cold
intelligence in his red-rimmed eyes. He had short-cropped hair and loosely jowled, pockmarked
chheks, a dark complexion, and thin, dry lips. His height was average or a little less, and his
uniform-though most obviously clean-revealed the ghost of a stain halfway down the left breast
of his tunic. Reaching the principal's console, he casually flipped his cape to one side and slid
into the recliner. Brim watched him from the corner of his eye, motionless.
!!!!"Mr. Chairman," Gallsworthy said curtly.
!!!!"Good morning, Lieutenant Galls-"
!!!!"I'll have the systems checkout right away," Gallsworthy interrupted. "Altimeters?"
!!!!"Preverified," said the Chairman. "Set. . . and cross-checked"
!!!!"Engineers' preflight?"
!!!!"Preverified: complete."
!!!!"G-wave service?"
!!!!"Preverified: forty-four, five hundred Go and Gh"
!!!!"What's this xaxtdamned 'preverified' business?" Gallsworthy demanded.
!!!!"The systems checkouts are already complete, Lieutenant," the Chairman said. "We are ready
for immediate generator start-up."
!!!!"Who ran them?"
!!!!"Lieutenant Brim, sir."
!!!!"Brim? Who's Brim?"
!!!!"Sublieutenant Wilf Brim," the Chairman replied, "at the console next-"
!!!!"Takeoff bugs ninety-two, one thirty-eight, one fifty-one," Gallsworthy interrupted,
continuing the checkout. "And drop that 'preverified' muck."
!!!!"One sixty-nine five," the Chairman answered.
!!!!"Four eight oh four?"
!!!!"One hundred and seventy thousand, Lieutenant," the Chairman said. "Within tolerances."
!!!!Gallsworthy paused, frowned. "I know," he growled. "All right. You can skip the rest of
that one, then. We'll do the 'start' checklist next."
!!!!"The 'start' checklist is also Complete, Lieu-"
!!!!"I said 'start' checklist, Mr. Chairman. Now."
!!!!"Start pressure ninety-one forty. Subgenerator on," the Chairman said.
!!!!"Gravity brake?"
!!!!"Set."
!!!!"KA'PPA beacon?"
!!!!"Energized."
!!!!Again Gallsworthy stopped. "Skip down to...No. Stow that." Without turning his head, he
spoke from the side of his mouth. "All right, Brim, or whatever it is they call you. If you think
you're so xaxtdamned expert at checkout all by yourself, maybe you'll want to fly this beast
yourself. Too?"
!!!!"That will be fine, sir," Brim answered-without turning his own head. But his heart was in
his mouth. He endured Gallsworthy's stony silence for a personal eternity, staring through the
Hyperscreens into the dirty gray sky and driving rain and forcing himself to relax. Every eye
on the bridge would be watching.
!!!!At some length, Gallsworthy turned in his recliner. "Smarth-alec kid," he snarled under his
breath, biting each word off short. "Right out of the xaxtdamned Academy and you puppies
think you know how to fly a starship. I've got half a notion to let you try it-then kick your ass
off the ship when you can't."
!!!!"I'm ready, Lieutenant," Brim asserted quietly, still staring out the Hyperscreens, "anytime
you are." In the corner of his eye, he watched a startled expression form on the senior
Helmsman's face-then turn to cold anger.
!!!!"You just tbraggling asked for it, Brim-all of it," Gallsworthy hissed through clenched teeth.
"The controls are yours." He sat back in his recliner and folded his arms.
!!!!For the first time, Brim turned and faced the waspish individual who was to be his first
commandant. "As you wish, Lieutenant," he said evenly.
!!!!Gallsworthy snorted, smiled, and began to return to the controls when he stopped short and
turned in his seat again. "What was that?" he demanded.
!!!!"I said, 'As you wish, Lieutenant,'" Brim repeated.
!!!!Gallsworthy's face clouded; his bushy eyebrows descended to almost hide his eyes. "You
mean you're actually going to try to...?" he stumbled, clearly unprepared for Brim's answer.
"Why, you can't fly this ship any more than a..." He stopped, clearly groping for a suitable term
of disapprobation.
!!!!"I can't believe you plan to finish that sentence, Lieutenant Gallsworthy," Collingswood
interrupted. "Certainly you would never turn over the controls to someone whose competence
you question. Would you?"
!!!!The senior Helmsman jerked around in his recliner. "When did you...?" he growled, then bit
his lip. "My apologies, Captain," he said lamely. "I, ah..."
!!!!"Oh, please continue, Lieutenant Gallsworthy," Collingswood commanded sharply.
!!!!"Nothing, Captain," Gallsworthy grumbled. "Really."
!!!!"Good, Mr. Gallsworthy," Collingswood answered. "And I highly gratified to see you and
Number One working so c1osely together today."
!!!!At this, Amherst looked up in alarm. "Together?"
!!!!"Why, yes," Collingswood answered, the very picture of innocence. "It was you who
suggested Lieutenant Brim have a chance to show us how he graduated first in his class at
Helmsman's Academy. Wasn't it?"
!!!!"First in his...?" Amherst stammered. "Ah. Why, a...of course, Captain." He turned to
Gallsworthy. "Didn't we Lieutenant Gallsw-"
!!!!"We shall discuss this cooperation at a more appropriate time, gentlemen," Collingswood
interrupted pointedly. "Lieutenant Brim is about to transfer control to his console, aren't you,
Lieutenant?"
!!!!Brim nodded. "Aye, Captain," he agreed quickly. Then, before anything further might
transpire, he acted. "Mr. Chairman," he ordered, "swap command to this console immediately."
!!!!Gallsworthy stiffened, opened his eyes and his mouth at same time, and turned toward
Collingswood-but he was already rnetacycles too late. Before retiring the previous night, Brim
had carefully preset all necessary turn-over transactions, and the complex ritual was
accomplished almost instantaneously.
!!!!"Start checkout is complete, Lieutenant Ursis," the Carescrian said to an image of the
Sodeskayan that suddenly shimmered in a hovering dislay globe near his right hand. "Fire off
the generators, please."
!!!!"Starboard antigrav," Ursis rumbled quickly. "Turning one-wave guide closed." From far aft
and deep within the hull, a low whine dropped slowly to a wavering drone. This steadied.
"Turning two." A thump passed through the spaceframe. "Guide open."
!!!!Brim watched colored patterns race across his power readouts as antigravity pressure built.
A gentle rumble-more felt than heard-replaced the drone, building rapidly in volume and
strength. "Call 'em out, Mr. Chairman," he ordered.
!!!!"Normal pressure," the Chairman confirmed. "Plus nine. Plus twelve. Plus fifteen-we have a
start, Lieutenant."
!!!!Ursis' beady eye winked at Brim from the display. "Port generator, Mr. Chairman," he
continued without interruption. "Turning one-wave guide closed." A second whine mingled
with the sound of the running generator and dropped in pitch. "Turning two. Guide open." The
combined rumble was a substantial presence on the bridge as the second antigravity generator
reached operating parameters.
!!!!"Normal pressure on starboard," the Chairman reported. "Plus fifteen. You have a second
start, Lieutenant Ursis."
!!!!"Number three," Ursis said quietly. "Standard start. You do it, Mr. Chairman." A third and
higher pitched thrumming soon joined the first two.
!!!!"All generators running and steady," reported the Chairman.
!!!!"Your ship, Wilf," the Bear pronounced. "Drive systems are checked and waiting."
!!!!"Thank you, Nik," Brim said, trying desperately to avoid matching eyes with the clearly
thunderstruck Gallsworthy. He mentally ran through a dozen personal checklists, scanned the
readouts once more-all normal. Satisfied for the moment, he relaxed in the recliner. "Mr.
Amherst," he announced to the clearly disapproving Number One, "the Helmsman's station is
ready for immediate departure."
!!!!"Let's be at it, then, Number One," Collingswood's voice prompted as Brim watched the
freezing rain spatter against the heated Hyperscreens. A large tracked vehicle had just pulled
onto the jetty, lining up in front of Truculent's sharp nose. Presently, three great amber lenses
deployed from its back and positioned themselves so that only one could be seen from Brim's
console. They glowed once, twice. Brim's hands eased over his control panel. "Ground link
complete," he reported tersely.
!!!!"All hands!!!!to stations for lift-off, Mr. Chairman," Amherst commanded. Brim listened to
alarms going off below. "Special-duty spacemen close up!" On the forward deck, lights
appeared in the mooring-control cupola. A nearby display showed the two mooring cupolas aft
were now manned and ready. All over the bridge, a familiar litany of departure was in full
activity. Below, at least ten maintenance analogs were racing along the decks making lastminute
checks for loose gear. From the rear of the bridge, Maldive spoke into a dozen
interCOMM systems. "Testing alarm systems! Testing alarm systems! Testing...."
!!!!Outside, an indistinct movement on the basin caught Brim's attention. imagination? No-there
it was again! Nearly lost in the grayness, a light of some sort was battling through driving ram.
!!!!"Ship approaching from green, yellow-green, Lieutenant Brim," a rating warned from his
center console. "Very well, Brim acknowledged. "I'll keep an eye on it." Within ticks, he could
make out a darker mass within the gray-which steadily defined itself into an angular shape. A
KA'PPA beacon broke clear first among the sheets of driving rain, then a bridge, and finally a
hull, riding fast about twenty irals off a flattened, frothing area of water amid the thrashing
waves of the storm-swept basin. Brim made out "A.45" on the side of a wing-she was one of a
relatively new class of large, fast, and heavily protected destroyers that had been constantly the
public eye of late because of their prominent employment in the Empire's critical convoy
lifelines. From her bridge she also displayed the flashing triangular device that signaled she
carried a flotilla leader aboard. A ship of some consequence, this one, and she approached
Truculent's gravity pool with an important mien, drawing to a stop in a sweeping cloud of ice
particles as her reversing generators bled off the tremendous momentum she carried.
!!!!"I.F.S. Audacious," Amherst observed with ill-concealed awe as he looked up from a data
display. "With Sir Davenport himself aboard. Do you suppose she's the next one for our
gravity pool? We could run the next checklists out on the water."
!!!!"Why should we do that?" Collingswood asked with a frown.
!!!!"Well," Amherst said with raised eyebrows. "Sir is Hugh an influential person in The Fleet,
after all."
!!!!"And he is at least a quarter metacycle early," Collingswood answered. "We shall clear the
mooring in our own good time. You will proceed with our departure in a normal manner, Mr.
Amherst."
!!!!"As you wish, Captain," the senior Lieutenant said, a half-troubled timbre in his voice.
!!!!Brim mentally shrugged, storing that tidbit in a safe corner of his mind. If Collingswood
wasn't worried about a flotilla leader, then neither was he. He grinned to himself while all
around the gravity pool, mooring beams flashed as ratings in the mooring cupolas drew the
ship solidly into place. Suddenly, treble-pitched steering engines overlaid the rumbling gravity
generators. Truculent's bridge quivered as side thrusts jolted through her spaceframe. "Steering
engine thrusts in all quadrants, Lieutenant," the Chairman reported.
!!!!"Very well" Brim said calmly. "Pretaxi check, Mr. Chairman. bridge report...."
!!!!"Bridge is secure, Lieutenant."
!!!!"Electrical?"
!!!!"On generators."
!!!!"Environmentals?"
!!!!"Packs are set for 'flight.'"
!!!!"Auxiliary power?"
!!!!"Running."
!!!!"Launches stowed and secured for deep space," a voice reported at Amherst's console
behind him.
!!!!"All working parties on station, Lieutenant," said another voice. "Analogs report decks clear
and secure."
!!!!"Pretaxi check complete," Brim announced, forcing himself to relax. He felt the gentle throb
of the gravity generators, watched Ursis' face as the Bear made last-minute adjustments to their
controls. Truculent was nearly ready for lift-off.
!!!!Suddenly, KA'PPA rings flashed from the waiting ship's high beacon like concentric waves
from a pebble in a pool.
!!!!"Message from I.F.S. Audacious," a balding signals yeoman with fat cheeks reported to
Collingswood.
!!!!"Very well, Mr. Applewood," Collingswood replied. "I'll have it."
!!!!"'Flotilla leader, the Honorable Commodore Sir Hugh Davenport, I.F. informs I.F.S.
Truculent that he is now assigned this gravity pool,'" Applewood read in a high-pitched voice.
!!!!Brim heard Collingswood chuckle. "Is that so?" she asked. "Well, Mr. Applewood, you can
make this back to the Honorable, etc., aboard I.F.S. Audacious: 'Pity. Where does the
Commodore propose to moor his starship?"'
!!!!"All stations ready to proceed, Captain," Amherst reported-this time almost in a gasp.
!!!!"Lieutenant Brim," Collingswood's voice boomed confidently in the pregnant silence of the
bridge, "you may proceed to the takeoff zone when you receive taxi clearance."
!!!!Brin smiled to himself. It was one of those moments he imagined he would recall for the
remainder of his life-as long as that might be, considering the going mortality rate for
destroyers. "Aye, aye, Captain," he said. "Proceeding to the takeoff zone. Mr. Chairman, have
the cupolas single up all moorings," he ordered. Immediately, beams winked out all around the
ship until only a single shaft of green remained attached at any of the optical bollards in the jetty
walls.
!!!!"All mooring points singled up, Lieutenant," the Chairman reported.
!!!!"Very well, Mr. Chairman," Brim announced quietly, "you may now switch to internal
gravity-Quartermaster Maldive on the interCOMM, please."
!!!!"Aye, aye. Lieutenant," Maldive answered from a display.
!!!!"All hands stand by for internal gravity," Maldive's voice echoed from the ship's
interCOMM as alarms clattered in the background.
!!!!Brim braced himself as the first sudden rush of nausea swept his stomach. He swallowed
hard, forcing his gorge back where it ought to be. Loose articles all over the ship rattled and
clanged. He felt sweat break momentarily from his forehead. Then, quickly as it struck, the
sensation passed. A muffled thump announced detachment of the ground umbilicals-the ship
sagged precariously to port, then righted as her stable platforms adjusted to independent
operation. From a corner of his eye, he watched the brow swing away from the hull and retract
into the top of the jetty. He glanced at the tracked vehicle-its lenses were still perfectly lined up
with his console but now glowing cool green. A white cursor was centered on the foremost
surface. He flexed his shoulders and shook his head, smiling to himself-another gravity switch
without losing his breakfast. "I'll speak with Ground Control now, Mr. Chairman," he said,
glancing quickly at the waiting vehicle on the jetty wall.
!!!!"Ground Control," a narrow face with huge, bushy eyebrows announced from a display.
!!!!"T.83 to Ground," Brim replied. "We're ready to taxi out when you are."
!!!!"Ground to DD T.83," the Controller said. "You're cleared to taxi. And you've got a
destroyer standing off your stern."
!!!!"T.83 to Ground: I see that one," Brim replica.
!!!!"DD A.45: hold your position," the controller warned Audacious through another display in
the tracked vehicle. Brim overheard Davenport's curt "Holding" through the same round-about
means. It provided scant comfort; the waiting destroyer hardly have drawn up any closer to
Truculent's gravity pool-nor been placed in a more inconvenient position with regard to the
wind. Starships were forbidden to fly over any land areas because overpressure from their
gravity generators simply caused too much damage and noise. That ruled out exiting the gravity
pool in a normal, forward-running attitude. The same overpressure (and resulting noise levels)
also prohibited altitudes higher than thirty irals anywhere within sight of land. And because
Audacious blocked any chance for a snubbed swing with mooring beams rigged as oldfashioned
spring lines, it was now Brim's difficult task to back the starship around the other
destroyer in a high-wind situation. Moreover, he was painfully aware that if he so much as
grazed Davenport's spotless new escort, the resulting board of inquiry would destroy his career
before it had much of a chance to begin. Wrestling his jangled nerves to a tenuous draw, he
shrugged and smiled to himself. Best to be on with it. In the next few cycles, he'd either win all
the maneuvering room he wanted-or he would be on his way back to the ore corners. And in
no way did he intend a return to Carescria!
!!!!"Ground to DD T.83: wind zero four zero at ninety-one," the Controller reported.
!!!!"T.83 copies," Brim acknowledged, shaking his head. "I'll have a balance on the forward
gravity generator, Nik," he said. "Then give me a point ninety-one gradient at zero four." That
would at least give him a chance with the wind.
!!!!"Ninety-one gradient at zero four," Ursis repeated.
!!!!The low rumbling of Truculent's forward generator increased as it shouldered the weight of
the ship. "Balanced," Ursis reported.
!!!!"Helm's at dead center, Lieutenant," the Chairman announced. "We are ready to move."
!!!!"Stand by," Brim warned. He checked the control settings once more, feeling a balm of
resignation soothe his nerves. Trulucent could never-in his wildest nightmares-be as difficult to
control as a loaded ore carrier. And he'd mastered them. "Let go all mooring beams," he
ordered quietly, eyes glued to the cursor in the center of Ground Control's lenses. Instantly, the
beams vanished. "Dead slow astern all," he ordered, feeling sweat break out on his forehead.
!!!!"Dead slow astern," Ursis echoed tensely-the ship began to move.
!!!!With one eye on Audacious, Brim struggled to keep the cursor centered, but in spite of every
effort, it started across the glowing lens-sure indication Truculent was drifting upwind. Brim's
heart leaped into his mouth. 'Too much gradient, Nik!" he warned. "We're sliding into
Audacious."
!!!!"I've got a fix on it," Ursis answered tensely. "Sorry."
!!!!"'S all right," Brim croaked with relief as the drifting slowed and finally ceased-but he didn't
breathe again until Truculent was backed all the way off the gravity pool. "Stop together,* he
ordered. She was now directly beside Audacious-separated at the stern from Davenport's
spotless decks by no more than a score of irals.
!!!!"Stop together," Ursis echoed.
!!!!Now came the tricky part.
!!!!Screwing up his courage again, he ordered, "Dead slow astern, port."
!!!!"Dead slow astern, port." Truculent's bow began to swing sharply toward disaster waiting
only irals away.
!!!!"Brim! What in the Universe are you...?" Gallsworthy' growled beside him.
!!!!"It is Lieutenant Brim's helm, Lieutenant Gallsworthy," Collingswood interrupted. "By your
orders."
!!!!Brim put them both from his mind. The next ticks were critical. He tensed, waited....
"Quarter astern starboard, dead slow astern port," he uttered with a dry mouth.
!!!!"Quarter astern starboard, dead slow astern port," Ursis echoed. Truculent's bow stopped its
swing only an iral or s from Audacious, then slowly began to draw away to safety. This time,
the gravity gradient held and-as Brim planned-she continued in a wide turn to port. But an
eternity passed before the starship's needle bow finally pointed out on to the rolling waters of
the basin.
!!!!Brim never so much as looked back. "Ahead one-quarter, both," he ordered weakly.
!!!!"Ahead one-quarter, both," Ursis echoed-this time with an ear-to-ear grin. He knew.
!!!!At that moment, a display winked into life with the image of Sophia Pym touching thumb to
forefinger. "Too bad you can't see Amherst's face," she whispered gleefully. Beside her,
Theada's look of astonishment had grown to one of total disbelief.
!!!!While Truculent moved into the relative freedom of the basin, the controller called once more
from the jetty: "Ground to DD 183: you're cleared for taxi out to sea marker 981G. See you all
next time you're in port. Good hunting!"
!!!!"DD T.83 to Ground," Brim replied. "Proceeding to marker 981G. And thanks." He peered
into the driving rain ahead. "I am taking the helm, Mr. Chairman," he announced.
!!!!"You have the helm, Lieutenant Brim," the Chairman acknowledged. For the first time that
morning, Brim's hands touched the directional controls. He was now in direct command of the
ship itself. Inadvertently, he glanced at Galls-worthy-who was now staring back with
unconcealed curiosity.
!!!!"Yes, sir?" Brim asked.
!!!!"Mind your own business, Carescrian," Gallsworthy replied expressionlessly. But somehow
the coldness had gone.
!!!!Brim nodded and turned away silently. Now was not the time to work out his basic
relationship with this taciturn individual. "Taxi checks, Mr. Chairman," he said. "Lift
modifiers?"
!!!!"Fifteen, fifteen, green," the Chairman replied.
!!!!"Yaw dampers and instruments?"
!!!!"Checked."
!!!!"Weight and balance finals?"
!!!!"One sixty-nine five hundred-no significant changes, Lieutenant."
!!!!"Twenty-one point two on the stabilizer. Engineer's taxi check, Nik?"
!!!!"Complete," Ursis growled.
!!!!"Taxi checklist complete," the Chairman pronounced.
!!!!With a feeling of relief, Brim watched the opening to the basin slide past. Truculent was now
over open water. "Half ahead both," he said, setting a course for marker 98lG across the ranks
of marching waves.
!!!!"Half ahead, both," Ursis echoed.
!!!!During the nearly ten cycles required to taxi into place, Brim made his own final checks of
the starship's systems, finishing only moments before the flashing buoy hove into view ahead
in the Hyperscreens. "DD T.83 to Harbor Contro1," he announced. "Starship is in sight of
marker 981G. Heading two ninety-one." He grinned in spite of himself. "Lift-off checklist, Mr.
Chairman," he ordered.
!!!!"Transponders and 'Home' indicator on. 'Fullstop' cell powered. All warning lights on," the
Chairman reported.
!!!!"Engineer's check?"
!!!!"Complete," Ursis said.
!!!!"Configuration check.... Antiskid?"
!!!!"Skid is on," replied the Chairman.
!!!!"Speed brake?"
!!!!"Forward."
!!!!"Stabilizer trim-delete the gravity gradient, Mr. Chairman."
!!!!"Gravity gradient eliminated. Ship carries normal twenty-three one on lift-off."
!!!!"Very well, Mr. Chairman. Course indicators, Mr. Gallsworthy?" Brim prompted politely.
!!!!Mind clearly elsewhere for the moment, Gallsworthy jumped in his recliner. "A moment,
Lieutenant," he mumbled with a reddening face and busied himself frenetically a$ the course
controls. "Set and checked," he croaked at length.
!!!!"Lift-off check comnpleie, Captain Collingswood," Brim announced. "At your command."
!!!!"Your helm, Lieutenant Brim," Collingswood replied from a display, thumb raised to the
Hyperscreens-just as a nearby COMM globe flashed its priority pattern and displayed the
Harbor Master's face.
!!!!"Harbor Master to DD T.83," he announced. "Hold your position at marker buoy 981G for
cross traffic." Collingswood chuckled from her display and smiled understandingly.
!!!!"Holding," Brim grumped. "Full speed reverse, both," he said to Ursis' image.
!!!!"Full speed reverse, both," the Bear echoed. Truculent glided to a hovering stop just short of
the tossing buoy.
!!!!"All stop."
!!!!"All stop."
!!!!"Steering engine's amidships," the Chairman announced.
!!!!In the driving ram outside the ship, Brim could see neither sky nor horizon; but twenty-five
irals below, the sea's great swells were thick and black looking, peppered with ice rubble.
Abruptly, a chance break in the downpour revealed the specter of another mass looming from
the grayness-this one infinitely larger than Audacious. It quickly defined itself as the profile of
a monster starship moving rapidly in Truculent's direction near the surface of the water. Scant
moments later, she fairly burst from the storm, majestic and powerful, sea creaming away
ahead of the roiling, foaming footprint she punched deep in the flattened surface, a haze of
spray lifting hundreds of irals in her wake to rival the clouds themselves. Brim gasped in spite
of himself. Perhaps no one in the galaxy could mistake that grand panorama of stacked bridges,
great casemated turrets, and wide-shouldered, tapering hull: Iaith Galad, one of the three
greatest battlecruisers ever constructed-and sister ship to Nimue, in which the famous Star
Admiral Merlin Emrys was lost (nearly two years ago now, if Brim's memory served him).
Waves of chill marched his back in icy regiments. To serve as Helmsman on something like
her! He shook his head in resignation. Carescrians didn't get assignments like that.
!!!!But what a dream.
!!!!"We shall require a salute, Lieutenant Amherst," Collingswood's voice prompted.
!!!!"Aye, Captain," Amherst replied. Immediately, glowing KA'PPA rings shimmered out from
Truculent's beacon in the age-old Imperial salute, "MAY STARS LIGHT ALL THY
PATHS."
!!!!Brim had to crane his head back to see Iaith Galad's beacon when she made her traditional
reply: "AND THY PATHS, STAR TRAVELERS." He glimpsed tiny figures peering down
from the vast panoply of Hyperscreens atop her towering bridge as she passed. One of them
waved. Then, quickly as she appeared, she was gone, swallowed again in the gloom. Truculent
bounced heavily in her gravity wake while a deluge of spray from the warship's backwash
cascaded in sheets over the Hyperscreens and decks below. Then the destroyer steadied and the
sea rolled again beneath the hull as if the great starship had never passed.
!!!!*DD T.83: you now are cleared for immediate takeoff," the Harbor Master announced.
"Wind is zero four at one oh three. Heavy battlecruiser just landed reports considerable
turbulence on final: your path."
!!!!"Thank you very much," Brim acknowledged, then looked Ursis' image in the eye and
winked. "Finally," he whispered, then louder, "Full speed ahead."
!!!!The Bear nodded. "Good luck," he mouthed silently. "Full speed ahead." Immediately,
Truculent's two oversized gravity generators began to thunder deep in the starship's hull,
shaking the whole spaceframe.
!!!!While thrust built, Brim held the bucking, vibrating starship in place with gravity brakes. He
got a definite feeling the devices were only just adequate for the job, and was distinctly glad to
hear Gallsworthy's voice when it came.
!!!!"Lights are on-you've got takeoff thrust!"
!!!!Brim released the brakes. "Full military ahead, both, Nik!" he bellowed over the roar of the
generators.
!!!!"Full military ahead, both," Ursis answered. The noise intensified and Truculent began to
creep forward.
!!!!Brim managed a last glance aft through the rain. Gimmas Haefdon's huge rolling waves were
now flattened in a wide, flowing trough that extended out from their stern to a huge cloud
building skyward at the very limits of his vision. Then the ship was suddenly racing over the
water and no time remained for thoughts, only reflexes and habits. Stabilizers and lift
modifiers, helm and thrust controllers. And even his long afternoon simulating on the bridge
was poor preparation for the destroyer's astonishing acceleration. "Great-thraggling-Universe!"
he gasped.
!!!!"Moves right out, doesn't she?" Ursis commented through a grinning mouthful of teeth.
!!!!Awed, Brim watched the surface rush by for only ticks before Gallsworthy's voice beside
him announced, "ALPHA velocity." Then he carefully rotated the destroyer's nose upward a
specified increment for lift-off. Truculent was smooth and responsive on the controls-almost
skittish. She was his first real thoroughbred, a hundred light-years beyond even the best of the
training ships he had flown.
!!!!"BETA velocity," Gallsworthy announced a few moments later, then, "Positive climb."
Within ticks, Truculent was thundering through Gimmas Haefdon's heavy cloud cover,
bumping heavily in the everlasting turbulence.
!!!!"Haul 'em both back to full speed ahead, Nik," Brim ordered.
!!!!"Full speed ahead, both," the Bear verified. Generator noise in the bridge subsided
considerably.
!!!!"DD T.83: contact departure one two zero point six," the Harbor Master called. "Good
hunting, Truculents!" The transmission faded quickly as they broke out in smooth air above the
overcast-dirty gray billows that extended forever and forever in Ginmmas Haefdon's weak
sunlight.
!!!!"Departure Control to DD T.83," said a woman's face in the display. "You are cleared
Hypo-light to the Lox'Sands-98 buoy, zone orange-with immediate transition to Hyper-Drive
on arrival. Good-bye from Gimmas Haefdon. And good luck, Truculent."
!!!!"T.83 to Departure Control," Brim seconded, "proceeding Lox'Sands-98 buoy, zone orange
with immediate Hyperlight transition on arrival. Thanks, Gimmas Haefdon. See you next time."
Before he finished speaking, Truculent swept through the planet's atmosphere and was
streaking along in darkness on the edge of outer space. He busied himself with additional
checkout routines and monitored the ship's systems for the next few cycles, keeping a wary eye
on his LightSpeed indicator as the ship accelerated. "Let's cut in the Drive, Nik," he said
presently. "Lieutenant Gallsworthy, will you call out the readings?"
!!!!Ursis winked and kissed his fingertips. "Drive shutters open. Activating Drive crystals," he
echoed. "Firing number one." A single shaft of green light extended far out into the blackness
aft. Instantly, Hyperscreens dimmed to protect the bridge occupants while a deep, businesslike
grumble joined the roar of the gravity generators.
!!!!"Point seven five LightSpeed. Point eight," Gallsworthy called out.
!!!!"Readouts normal," the Chairman reported.
!!!!Ursis nodded, cross-checking his own instruments. Apparently satisfied, he went on to the
next: "Firing two. Firing three."
!!!!"Point eight five LightSpeed," Gallswoithy continued. "Point nine."
!!!!"Firing four."
!!!!Truculent's light-limited gravity generators were now just about played out. In the forward
Hyperscreens, the first glowing sheets of Gandom's ve effect were already crackling along the
starship's deck when Brim turned his attention outside.
!!!!"Point nine seven LightSpeed."
!!!!Presently, the visible Universe became laced by a fine network of pulsing brilliance
spreading jaggedly from the last visible stars as if the whole firmament were about to shatter
into the very pebbles of creation. Now all he had to do was pass the Lox'Sands-98 buoy. The
ship would have to tell him when-until the Drive could be deployed, Truculent's bridge crew
was virtually blind to the outside Universe.
!!!!Suddenly: "Lox'Sands-98 buoy in the wake, Lieutenant Brim," the Chairman confirmed.
Brim smiled with anticipation. "That's it, Nik," he said. "Half ahead, all crystals."
!!!!"Half ahead, all crystals," Ursis echoed. Quiet thunder from Truculent's four Drive crystals
joined the roar of her straining gravity generators, the starscape wobbled and shimmered, then
blended to an angry red kaleidoscope ahead until space itself came to an end in a wilderness of
shifting, multicolored sparks. When this phenomenon (the Daya-Peraf transition) at last
subsided, the LightSpeed indicator had moved through 1.0 and began to climb rapidly again as
Truculent's Drive crystals took over the job of hurtling her through Hyperspace.
!!!!"Finished with gravity generators," Brim announced.
!!!!"Gravity generators spooling down," Ursis confirmed.
!!!!Immediately, the Hyperscreen panels darkened while their crystalline lattices were
synchronized with the Drive-then they cleared once more, blazing with the full majesty of the
Universe. On this side of the LightSpeed barrier, however, flowing green Drive plumes trailed
the ship for at least two c'lenyts surrounded by a whirling green wake as Truculent's
Hyperspace shock wave bled off mass and negative time ("Tneg" of historic Travis equations)
in accordance with the complex system of Travis Physics. In a few moments, the noise of the
generators faded completely and Gallsworthy once more caught his eye.
!!!!"Yes, sir?" the surprised Carescrian asked, braced for still another rebuff.
!!!!A shadow of humor passed the senior Helmsman's reddened eyes, before they clouded
again. "You may have proved a point or two this morning, Brim," he allowed emotionlessly. "I
shall take over now and let you watch the scenery."
!!!!Jolted, Brim suddenly understood he had just received rare praise from this taciturn officer
and groped for something appropriate to say. Then he brought himself up short with the sure
realization that words were tools Gallsworthy simply didn't understand. "Thank you,
Lieutenant," he said matter-of-fact. "I should be glad for a moment to relax."
!!!!When control was subsequently restored to the left-hand console, Brim settled back in his
recliner and closed his eyes for a moment, smiling inwardly. It was a morning of two victories
so far as he was concerned-though few of the Imperials on Truculent's bridge could have
logically explained why. As thralls to Avalon's Galactic Empire, Carescrians were rarely
praised for anything they accomplished. Most became highly adept at ferreting out life's little
triumphs wherever and whenever they could be found. And even Gallsworthy's acceptance of
his flying skills could in no way match Brim's satisfaction in the sour look still manifested on
Amherst's long, homely face.
!!!!Truculent was well on her way to war-so was Wilf Brim.
!!!!
!!!!Blockades in intergalactic space were mounted for pretty much the same reasons they were
mounted anywhere else: starve a critical component of a civilization into collapse and other,
dependent components suffer with it. Starve sufficient critical components, and the whole
civilization suffers. To this end, I.F.S. Truculent was assigned patrol duty off the periphery of
the League's great Altnag'gin hullmetal fabricating complex at Trax. Without imported metallic
zar'clinium, a rare trace element, its mills could forge no hullmetal plate-and without hullmetal
plate, dependent shipyards could turn out no more warships.
!!!!The actual implementation was as simple as it was effective: cargo starships cruising
Hyperspace at anywhere between ten and twenty thousand times the speed of light were simply
not "maneuverable" in any normal sense of the word. It was first necessary to exit Hyperspace
before approaching anywhere near a space anchorage, and this meant Hypo-light runs of at
least two or three metacycles at the end of each journey. During this interval, "runners" (enemy
ships headed in either direction) were quite visible in the normal spectrum-and vulnerable to
attack from predators like the Empire's specially equipped T-class destroyers. Truculent was
one of six patrol craft assigned to sealing Altnag'gin; she relieved a smaller N-class destroyer,
which had been constantly on station for three standard months.
!!!!It came as no particular surprise to Brim when the duty quickly boiled down to mostly hard
work and boredom-a lot of space was like that. However, the routine was often enough
punctuated by periods of deadly action, and Truculent found herself immersed in one of these
no more than a few standard days after the ship she replaced gleefully turned her bow
homeward and surged off into deep space at full thrust.
!!!!A chance break in one of the region's interminable gravity storms some hundred or so
c'lenyts off the Nebulous Triad (a key departure point from one of the Cloud League's most
important manufacturing centers) had just revealed two fast transports racing in from deep
space.
!!!!Besides metallic zar'clinium, blockade runners in this part of the League nearly always
carried other basic commodities to fuel the maw of Nergol Triannic's war machine: food ripped
from starving farmers of Korvost, freshly mined crystal seedlings, and always quantities of
life-sustaining TimeWeed from the Spevil virus beds-frequent drafts of the latter were
necessary for each member of the dreaded Controller class and their rulers, expatriates from
Triannic's royal court at far-off Indang.
!!!!Only cycles out of Hyperspace, the enemy ships had run out of luck.
!!!!Gallsworthy and Pym worked briskly at Truculent's Helmsmen's consoles, Collingswood
on her feet behind them, one hand on each recliner, staring through the Hyperscreens. An offduty
Brim sat as observer in a jump seat, concentrating on the proceedings as if his life
depended on learning each movement at either console-someday, he knew it would.
!!!!No escort craft accompanied these two high-speed beauties-Kabul Anak had recently
siphoned nearly all protection from the area to support a large combined attack on nearby
targets in the Empire. And the gravity storm that only cycles in the past covered their dash for
safety also served to conceal Truculent. But the latter's military scanning devices picked up two
traders long before her own image activated their civilian-proximity alarms. Now the deadly
warship was postioned so as to deny any possibility of escape to Hyperspace and was surging
along in their wakes like the legendary wraith of Zoltnark, Dark Lord of the Universe.
!!!!"We shall have a warning salvo, if you please, Anastasia," Collingswood ordered quietly.
"They are surely aware of our presence by now."
!!!!"And probably yelling for help on every channel they scan," Amherst grumbled nervously.
Brim's glance strayed to the communications consoles where two ratings quietly nodded to
each other. No time to waste today. The broadcast alarm would attract every enemy warship
remaining in the area.
!!!!Outside, he watched Truculent's three upper-deck turrets Index slightly to port, then return
to starboard, finally coming to a stop with their long, slim 144s pointing dead ahead: toward the
distant targets. His mind's eye visualized four identical turrets that had just danced the same
little gigue out of sight on the starship's dorsal planes.
!!!!"Stand by for a close pattern about half a c'lenyt off their bows," Fourier ordered.
!!!!Brim watched fascinated while firing crews hunched over their Director consoles, faces lit
from beneath by the ever-changing colors of information pouring into their globes.
!!!!"Range six thousand and closing. Fifty-nine hundred...fifty-eight hundred..."
!!!!"Connect the mains, all disruptors."
!!!!"Connected."
!!!!"Deflection seventy-six left. Rate eighty-one plus."
!!!!"Range fifty-five hundred and closing. Sharply now...."
!!!!"Steady."
!!!!"Fire!" At Fourier's word, all seven disruptors went off in a salvo of blinding light and raw
energy-Truculent's deck bucked violently; clouds of angry radiation cascaded into the wake. In
spite of himself, Brim thrilled to the rolling, ear-splitting thunder rumbling through the
spaceframe. Instantly, a whole volume of space ahead of the League ships convulsed with
brilliant flashes of yellow fire.
!!!!"Eyes of Vothoor!" Theada quipped in an undertone, "That ought to slow them down
some."
!!!!"Don't count on it," Collingswood warned, eyes riveted on her fleeing quarry. "They'll not
give up so easily as that. Anak's desperate for supplies-he makes it well worthwhile for the
ones, who do get through." Indeed, nearly a full cycle later, the two ships were still speeding
toward their destinations.
!!!!She frowned, nodded her head. "Reason with them again, Anastasia," she ordered. "Closer,
this time."
!!!!"Aye, aye, Captain," Fourier answered. "A bit closer, if you please, at the Directors."
!!!!"Aye, Lieutenant. Down five hundred. Deflection fifteen minus. Rate sixty-four plus."
!!!!Brim's untrained eye could detect little movement of the disruptors as they were relaid, but he
knew the next shots would be a great deal closer-if recent target exercises were any indication
at all.
!!!!"Fire!"
!!!!This time, the darkness ahead was shattered by one huge upheaval which appeared as if it
must have taken place only irals from the targets themselves. And though it did produce
immediate results, they were not quite the ones expected on Truculent's bridge. "Voot's gray
ghost," Collingswood grumped under her breath. "Wouldn't you know!" Only one of the ships
had slowed down to surrender-the other was still speeding home, leaving its partner as a
sacrificial Lau'f'last. A rare show of teamwork for the independent Cloud League's blockade
runners.
!!!!"Must be something xaxtdamned important in that second one," Gallsworthy observed
angrily. "Those zukeeds never help each other."
!!!!"That's the truth," Anastasia agreed. "We'd better catch it, all right."
!!!!"I want them both," Collingswood said, tossing her head. "Those ships are valuable prizes,
and I do not intend either will escape." She turned abruptly, peering into the darkened bridge.
"Lieutenant Arnherst!" she called.
!!!!"Captain?"
!!!!"Lieutenant, round up those hands we designated boarding party A," she said in an excited
voice. "Ten with side arms and blast pikes. Have them ready no later than ten cycles from nowbefore
we catch up to the first ship," she ordered. "Because you are going to take it home as a
prize while we continue 'discussions' with its friend."
!!!!"Me? Home?"
!!!!"Yes, Puvis-home," she said, gaze sweeping across the bridge-where it came to rest on the
off-duty Brim in his jump seat. "And by Slua's third eye!" she continued, "you are going to do
it with our Carescrian prodigy as your pilot. How do you feel about boarding that transport,
too, Lieutenant Brim?"
!!!!Grinning like an addled tree h'oggoth, Brim clambered out of his recliner and hurried along
the aisle to Amherst's console. "I'm on my way to the transfer tube, Captain," he laughed.
!!!!"Pity," Collingswood laughed. "You may well miss all the action there, for I do not plan to
board her by conventional means-that would absolutely insure the second ship's escape."
!!!!Brim watched Amherst match his own frown. "Captain?" the latter asked.
!!!!"I shall only slow when I pass that first ship," she said, eyes narrowed in excitement.
"Something neither of those rather clever blockade runners expects." She pointed a finger at
Brim's chest, "Instead, Lieutenant Brim, you will fly the boarding party-in a launch-alongside
the enemy bridge. Where you, Lieutenant Amherst," she continued, "will have the job of
boarding her through any kind of a hatch you find there-they've all got something. Then take
immediate possession of controls. Ten men should be more than sufficient. And if you work
quickly, it will all be done while she's still in the range of our 144s-they should guarantee active
cooperation from your hosts. After that, Lieutenant Brim, it will be your job again to take her
into any Imperial port you can reach. Don't worry about the launch. We'll pick it up if we get
the chance, otherwise she's a small price to pay for either of those beauties. I shall expect you
back aboard Truculent soon as you can hitch a ride. Now get moving-both of you!"
!!!!Moments later, Brim and Amherst were bustling down a ladder toward the ship's small
armory as Maldive's voice broke into the interCOMM, "Boarding party one form in battle suits
immediately at launch hatch three. Boarding party one to launch hatch three-immediately!"
!!!!
!!!!Well within the ten cycles allotted by Collingsworth, Brim sat perspiring at the command
console of Truculent's number-three launch, a stubby, powerful affair Sophia Pym swore was
designed first for ugliness, and only then for performance. Behind him, similarly peering from
the armored blue globes of Imperial battle-suit helmets, Amherst and ten men-led by the
hulking Barbousse-clambered through the hatch to perch on jump seats in the crowded utility
compartment, jostling to position their long blast pikes under the low canopy. Last aboard was
Ursis, waving a huge side-action blaster of Lo'Sodeskayan manufacture.
!!!!"Hatch is closed and dogged, Wilf," the Bear reported, thumping into place beside Amherst.
"Terribly sorry, Lieutenant," he grunted, as he wedged the First Lieutenant against a rack of
stringers. "Collingswood sent me to keep an eye on Brim here," he continued as Amherst
dissolved in a fit of coughing.
!!!!Brim stifled a delighted grin, nodded assent, and confirmed the hatch seal on an instrument
panel before him. Then he started the powerful little antigravity generator aft and immediately
spooled it up to maximum output-hating that kind of heavy-handed piloting-with little choice
under the present circumstances. When the registered output steadied, he nodded to the image
of Theada in an overhead display. "Swing us out, Jubal," he barked through the suit's
interCOMM. Moments later, two heavy davits sparkled with emerald light as mooring beams
flashed to the launch's optical capstans. Less than a cycle later, the beams thickened, then the
davits began to move: first upward, then sideways, hauling the launch from behind the
protection of Truculent's bridge wings. It provided Brim's first unobstructed view forward
since he left the bridge: the first enemy ship-a typical Cloud League transport made up of
globes and cylinders co-located along a single tube-was now pothering along less than a
quarter c'lenyt ahead and being overhauled rapidly.
!!!!"Stand by to cast off the launch," he yelled over the roar of the generator.
!!!!"Standing by," Theada asserted shakily.
!!!!Brim carefully judged his distance and rate of closure-launches were not capable of sustained
high-speed travel, even at military overload. Aft, the straining antigravity generator already
threatened to rip itself from its mountings. He tensed. "Now, Jubal!" he yelled.
!!!!Theada made no clean job of it. The forward beam winked out a fraction of a second before
the aft, and very nearly dragged their launch end around end before Brim fought her back on
course, heart pounding against his chest. Then, miraculously, he was bucketing along beside
the craft's globular forward module with an already distant Truculent pulling away all too
rapidly for comfort-her big 144s provided a distinct feeling of security in the thin-skinned
launch.
!!!!"There's the emergency hatch, Lieutenant," Barbousse exclaimed, pointing a fingered glove
toward a faint outline just aft the port arm of the ship's cross-shaped Hyperscreens.
!!!!"He's got it," Ursis seconded. "Bring us alongside, Wilf. We'll blast it in if they won't open
on their own-they xaxtdamned well know why we're here."
!!!!Brim maneuvered the launch until his main hatch was opposite the enemy's bridge, then
watched Barbousse yank it open and aim his blast pike, finger twitching on the valve. He could
see the enemy flight crew peering back at him-helplessly, he hoped.
!!!!"Give them a moment, Barbousse!" he yelled.
!!!!"Aye, Lieutenant," Barbousse assured,him. "I'll wait."
!!!!But in point of fact, the blockade runners did not need even a moment-their escape hatch
flew off into the wake before Barbousse's voice faded from the bubble of Brim's helmet. The
opening was immediately filled by one of the Cloud League's jet-black battle suits, arms
crossed against the chest in the Universal gesture of surrender.
!!!!"Snag 'em, Barbousse," he yelled as he jerked the launch sideways, smashing the two
hatches together in a cloud of sparks. Deftly for his awesome size, Barbousse lofted two
explosive grappling hooks accurately through either side of the opening, then dragged them taut
when they fired, securing each to baggage tie-downs on the launch's floor.
!!!!After that, nothing happened. Puzzled, Brim shut down the straining generators, his attention
glued to Number One, waiting for further commands.
!!!!"Well, c'mon Amherst," Ursis growled in the resulting silence, "You are waiting perhaps for
a personal invitation from Kabul Anak?"
!!!!"Oh. Er...yes. I mean no, of course not! Ah...this way, men," Amherst stuttered, pushing
Barbousse through the opening first. Ursis clambered through on his heels, followed by Brim
and the ten ratings of the boarding party.
!!!!Inside, a small group of civilian spacers huddled glumly on one side of the still-smoking
bridge, nervous eyes darting in every direction. One, a woman, was tall with a figure even a
space suit couldn't hide-she also had a nose only a mother could love. Beside her a fat old man
stood with his paunch straining the power belt around his waist. Another had no hair on his
head. And still another wore a crumpled little peaked cap inside his bubble helmet and sported a
huge black mustache drooping from his upper lip. Brim stopped in his tracks. So these were
the enemy he so often read about. The Cloud League's storied blockade runners. He snorted in
irony. These? They looked like nothing more-or less-than every workaday spacer he knew
from the ore carriers; ordinary, everyday faces. In an Avalonian byway, he would not have
noticed any one of them. And to a man, they were frightened, no doubt about that!
!!!!In the center of the bridge, however, three very different, human forms stood before the
controls, these dressed in the black battle suits of Controllers. For no apparent reason, they
instantly returned Brim to the dark mood of war. Black-uniformed Controllers were a separateand
elite-branch of the normally gray-uniformed League armed forces. In the eyes of most
Imperials, they were the true Cloud League villains-killers of little Carescrian girls and
destroyers of undefended villages. He could almost see bloodstains on their spotless gloves as
they waited with looks of insolence on their faces.
!!!!"Ah," Amherst started lamely, "wh-what ship is this?"
!!!!"And who asks?" one of the black-suited Leaguers demanded haughtily.
!!!!"It is not your time for questions, Black Suit," Ursis growled as he ever so slightly moved
the big side-action blaster in his hand. There was nothing subtle at all about the gesture-either
meant by the Bear or interpreted by the Controllers.
!!!!"S-Starship Ruggetos," one said quickly.
!!!!"Good," Ursis rumbled, taking control of the situation. "You now understand our
relationship. For your own good, I urge all to remember it well." He licked his chops with a
long red tongue. "It has been almost a year since I visited Mother Planets for chasing live red
meat."
!!!!Sweat broke out on the brows of all three Controllers. Everyone knew about Sodeskayan
Bears and their annual home leave for "The Hunt." It was only natural. Certain places in the
galaxy permitted nonsentient bear hunts, too.
!!!!"Take these men and lock them somewhere, Barbousse," Amherst ordered imperiously,
recovering some of his confidence. "And see those Controllers are kept off to themselves," he
added. "I don't want them mixing with the rest."
!!!!"Aye, sir," Barbousse, said, nudging the three black-suited Controllers into the
companionway with the tip of his oversized space boot. "They won't stir no one up when I'm
done with them." Cycles later, he reappeared to herd the civilians from the bridge in a different
direction. Brim filed all this away for future reference. Today, the huge starman was not at all
the bumbling dunce who appeared on Truculent's gangway the morning of his arrival.
!!!!Then there was no more time for random thoughts as he took his place at the master control
console in the center of the ship's peculiar cross-shaped Hypcrscreen arrays. He heard Ursis
thump down behind him in what appeared to be a propulsion console. The simplified layout on
Ruggetos' tiny bridge was surprisingly easy to comprehend-yet as distant from Imperial design
philosophy as the Cloud League's spoken Vertrucht was from Avalonian. "We'd better get
some speed on this bucket of bolts, Nik," he called back as he studied the readouts before him.
"Our COMM people picked up the messages these birds broadcast. We'll likely have visitors
around these parts before we know it, and the first of them probably won't be Truculent."
!!!!Always different in minor respects, flight controls on one starship usually turned out to be
fairly similar to those on any other-anywhere in the Universe. These were no exception. Brim
soon mastered all three panels and prudently set a course for deep space, waiting for the sound
of the crystals when Ursis fired them up. But-at least by the chronometer on his console-five
cycles later, nothing more happened. In the corner of his eye, he detected a concerned look on
Amherst's face and continued to study his own readouts, hoping to avoid drawing further
attention to the clearly troubled engineer at the console behind him. The ploy was totally
without success.
!!!!"What seems to be the trouble, UrsisT' Brim heard the First Lieutenant ask nervously.
!!!!"Can't change the Drive's power settings," Ursis growled absently. "Something has been
altered here." His voice trailed away as he continued to concentrate.
!!!!Amherst fairly ran across the bridge to the console. "Something has been altered?" he asked,
his voice suddenly tinged with, fear.
!!!!Brim turned in his seat as Ursis looked up at the First Lieutenant, blinked his eyes, then
shook his head as if what he had to say pained him. "Yes, Number One," he said, frowning,
"something has been tampered with that I do not yet-completely-understand. But if you let me
alone for a few cycles, I'll master it. Now-"
!!!!"Don't touch that console, you damned Sodeskayan fool!" Amherst squeaked in a highpitched
voice. "They've rigged it to blow us up!" Sweat suddenly stood out on his forehead.
!!!!"With them still aboard?" Ursis demanded indignantly as he continued to manipulate the
controls. "Ridiculous."
!!!!"Get your hands away from those, Ursis!" Amherst hissed nervously. "That is an order.
Understand?"
!!!!"Would you rather wait until one of their patrols intercepts us, Lieutenant7" Ursis asked,
frowning.
!!!!"I don't want to die, Ursis," Amherst spat. "Stay away from those controls before you blow
us all over the Universe!"
!!!!"Wha-a-a-t?"
!!!!"You have no idea what they might have patched in there, Sodeskayan. By Slua's third eye,
you toy with our lives. There's high power at the end of those controls."
!!!!"I know from power for xaxt sake," Ursis rumbled, head cocked to one side in a anger.
"That's how I make my living-usually."
!!!!"You know about power systems that have not been turned into death traps, Bear," Amherst
argued hotly.
!!!!"True, but I do not think such is the case here. Can you seriously believe they'd blow
themselves up with us?"
!!!!"I shall believe anything I wish. And get your paws off those controls-that is a direct order!
Do you understand?"
!!!!Ursis thumped angrily back in the recliner, a grim look on his!!!!face.
!!!!Unable to contain himself further, Brim jumped into the fray. "If we don't start moving a
whole lot faster than this, we are very liable to end up looking down the barrel of a disruptorand
it won't be ours, Lieutenant Amherst," he protested. "Both these ships messaged off calls
for help."
!!!!"Would you rather risk being blown to subatomics, Carescrian?" Amherst snapped angrily.
!!!!"I don't see what Nik's doing as any sot of risk," Brim said, temper only barely under
control. "What I do see as a risk is sitting around here at less than LightSpeed. Anybody can
catch us the way we are now-and unless I badly miss my guess, we will soon be joined by a lot
of 'anybodys."
!!!!"Well!" Amherst fumed. "I suppose I have no reason to be surprised. You Carescrians
would be expected to side with the Bears; now that I think of it. Subhumans..."
!!!!Brim shook his head, ashamed to meet Ursis' eyes. "Perhaps you'd rather deal with our
black-suited friends from the Cloud League," he said hotly. "Shall I send Barbousse to fetch
them? Maybe you can persuade them to explain what they've done."
!!!!Amherst tensed. "We...we all know how much good that would do," he said, a shadow of
fear passing into his eyes. "And besides, I prefer to keep them where they are."
!!!!Brim set his jaw and glowered at the starship's useless controls. He was still fighting his
temper when the ship's proximity alarm started clanging overhead. He swiveled in his recliner,
activating the aft viewscreens before he stopped.
!!!!"What is that?" Amherst asked, face ashen. "Are we going to blow up after all?"
!!!!"No," Brim assured him grimly. "And you are now quite safe from foreign hands tampering
with the ship's Drive me mechanism."
!!!!"Well, that's better," Amherst said, taking a long bread relief. "But what was that ringing?"
!!!!"The proximity alarm, Lieutenant," Brim said, adjusting focus of the aft viewscreens and
shaking his head. "Help has just arrived."
!!!!"Oh," the First Lieutenant said, "then Truculent's back?"
!!!!"No," Brim said, "but there is another starship outside. I can't make out the name. She's a
Cloud League corvette. And both her long 99s are pointed right here at the bridge."
Baldwin, Bill - The Helmsman Chapter 3
THE HELMSMAN
BILL BALDWIN
CHAPTER 3
!!!!Arms embracing his knees, Brim sat with his back against a chilly metal bulkhead gritting
his teeth in frustrated anger. Twelve more would-be raiders from Truculent idled about in the
gloomy compartment, faces set in like attitudes of disgust, helmets confiscated from their battle
suits. Outside, in the merchantman's central K tube, he could hear disjointed bursts of guttural
Vertrucht-and a lot of laughter. He understood most of what he heard: before the war, all orecarrier
Helmsmen had to learn Emperor Triannic's official language. League buyers were some
of the Empire's best customers in those days. He snorted; the lot aboard this ship didn't know
that about him. And he wasn't about to volunteer the information either-though so far his little
secret had netted him no particular advantage. Except the knowledge that all thirteen of them
were up for immediate transfer to the waiting corvette.
!!!!He listened to the uneven thrumming of the merchantman's unsynchronized gravity
generators. Every so often, they rattled a bolt somewhere on the bulkhead at his back, but he
couldn't locate it in the dim light. Turning his head, he glared at Amherst's rigid figure still
nearly frozen by fear as he stood bolt upright, staring at the door. Nearby, Ursis and Barbousse
each occupied a corner, asleep and snoring soundly. Brim chuckled in spite of his wrathnobody
in a right mind would disturb those two.
!!!!He shook his head in resignation: if nothing else, he'd learned a good lesson (though a fat lot
of good it would do him grinding his strength away in some Cloud League slave brigade). But
if he did taste freedom again someday, Wilf Brim swore he would never again acquiesce to
anyone's reasoning flawed by fear. He shook his head in disgust. Had he taken steps to silence
the frightened First Lieutenant (or had Ursis disregarded the man's orders and continued to
work on the sabotaged Drive controls), they might now be boring their way through
Hyperspace toward home and safety. Instead, Ruggetos and her vital cargo would soon resume
their interrupted journey into a safe Leaguer harbor.
!!!!The Carescrian shrugged angrily. It was far too late now for thoughts of that sort. He purged
them from his mind- self-recrimination was patently useless anyway, especially once basic
mistakes were aired and thoroughly understood. He forced himself to random thoughts,
conjured loose golden curls and frowning smiles. Red, moist lips-Lacerta's "Rime of The
Ancients." He heard the husky voice in his mind's ear as if it were yesterday: "Roll on, thou
deep and star-swept cosmos." Margot Effer'wyck-her large hand warm and soft in his for a
too-short instant of total enchantment. Sturdy legs and tiny feet. Suddenly, another line of
poetry crossed his mind; written especially for her, it seemed, though Lacerta penned the words
more than a thousand years before those blue eyes first saw the light of day. "She walks in
beauty, like the stars/ Of cloudless climes and worlds afar." He shook his head. Strange how
meeting her affected him. Just that once, and her face was never again far below the surface of
his mind. "She walks in beauty..."
!!!!He chuckled to himself. Always an eye for the best! But this time those tastes had surely
betrayed him. Incredible now he hadn't tumbled to the name when be first met her. Pym had to
explain the whole thing days after they'd met: Effer'wyck! The beautiful blond Lieutenant was
not only grandchild of Sabar Effer'wyck (ascetic mogul of the powerful Effer Cluster), she was
also a full-blooded princess and kin to the late Emperor Erioed III himself.
!!!!He snorted in embarrassment. A Carescrian talking face to face with an Effer'wyck. Even
taking her hand. He pictured her and the elegant Baron LaKarn together in some ornate setting,
sharing a laugh about his pitiful love of poetry. His cheeks burned with shame. Given his
background of poverty, he'd need to become another Admiral Merlin Emrys-save a whole star
system, perhaps-before she'd notice any interest he might have in her.
!!!!He shrugged. It was all over now anyway. Not much chance to accomplish anything heroic
where he was going, or contribute anything to anybody-except perhaps to Kabul Anak's war
effort. Well, he considered, if nothing else, he had his anonymity. She couldn't laugh at
someone she didn't remember-and Wilf Brim was about to disappear completely, another small
statistic in a very large war.
!!!!The hatch abruptly clanged open, nearly blinding him with light. Shouted commands
propelled him to his feet, and a sharp blow to his head brought sudden pinpoints of light to his
eyes as he started through the hatch and down the companionway. In a black mood, he
stumbled off toward incarceration aboard the enemy corvette.
!!!!Shambling helmetless through the transparent transfer tube, he glanced toward Truculent's
ugly little launch hanging forlornly at the merchantman's bridge, silhouetted against the blazing
stars of outer space. How differently things had begun only a few short metacycles ago!
Ahead, the glasslike tube ended at a circular hatch opened in the corvette's second module, a fat
cylinder mounted astride the ship's central K tube- crew quarters, he guessed. Next aft, the
spherical battery module carried both 99-mmi turrets mounted at opposite poles. After this...He
craned his neck, but he was already too close alongside now to see. If he remembered correctly,
though, most Cloud League ships started with a spherical bridge module forward, then
alternated cylinders and globes along the central K tube-so this ship would continue with a
second cylinder, then a globe, and presumably end with a final cylinder containing the Drive
and antigravity machinery. He wished he'd paid more attention when he could see the whole
ship in the merchantman's bridge display.
!!!!Then he was inside the hatch, where a sharp kick by a hulking, lantern-jawed
Controller~rating sent him reeling along a companionway into the K tube itself. There, a second
black-suited rating-with scowling mien and great bushy eyebrows-waved him aft with an uglylooking
blast pistol. A few steps farther on, a Controller officer stopped him in his tracks-an
overmann (the League equivalent of an Imperial first lieutenant). Her face was horribly
disfigured by a purple scar that ran diagonally across her mouth from her nose to her chin.
!!!!"You will halt!" she commanded, large almond-shaped eyes blazing with hate. Somehow
Brim couldn't bring himself to blame her-no question she'd received her wound at the hands of
someone dressed in the same kind of battle suit as his. He stopped and prudently froze,
listening behind him to other voices, thumping, stomping, and occasional grunts of pain, as his
comrades from Truculent were herded into the corridor.
!!!!The black-suited lantern jaw at the hatch evidently enjoyed kicking. His own shin throbbed,
but he dared not move to rub it.
!!!!At some length, the woman banged on a hatch beside her. "All right, Overmann," she said
gruffly, "here's the lot. They're yours."
!!!!The hatch opened and a serious-looking, bespectacled officer in the stiff-necked gray tank
suit of the Cloud League's "normal" military starfleet stepped through. Thin and asceticlooking,
his face had more the intense seriousness of a lifelong student than the careful
awareness Brim associated with military professionals. A person more likely to be addressed
as "Professor" than "Overmann," he wore an antique timepiece on his wrist which sparkled in
the overhead lights. He was followed by two elderly gray-suited ratings, one fat with squinting
eyes and flushed face, the other with the looks of a farmer, spare and muscular, whose callused
hands had not yet lost the hardness required of those who tend the soil. Each carried a wickedlooking
blast pike of League manufacture. "Ah, yes, ma'am," the Overmann said in a cheerful
voice to the disfigured Controller. "Just leave the whole thing to us. We'll take good care of
them for you." He smiled hopefully.
!!!!The black-uniformed Overmann only raised her eyebrows. "How good of you," she
sneered, then turned on her heel and walked away as if the studious-looking starfleet officer
simply didn't exist. It was graphic proof to Brim that even though rank names might be the
same in both starfleet and Controller organizations, actual power was lopsidedly vested with
the latter.
!!!!The man shrugged embarrassedly, then watched his counterpart disappear along the K tube
in the opposite direction Brim had come. "Controllers," he said, shaking his head. After a
moment, he turned to the slim rating beside him. "Locar," he ordered, "you and Koch'kiss
follow while I lead 'em to the interrogation chamber." Then he stopped and frowned.
"Ah...how many of 'em are there anyway?" he asked.
!!!!"I don't know, Overmann," Locar said. "She didn't say."
!!!!The officer raised an eyebrow. "I suppose we'd better know that," he said, standing on
tiptoe. "Let's see..."
!!!!Brim suddenly jumped as he beard his name growled in a whisper from directly behind his
back. "Make a break for it, Wilf Ansor," Ursis' voice urged in a fierce whisper. "Now, before
they can make that count!" Immediately, he roared at the top of his voice in feigned-and
deafening-agony. Brim whirled just in time to see the Bear sink to the deck, writhing in the grip
of what could only be a seizure of the deadliest kind. Stunned by the sudden outcry, the two
gray-suited ratings jerked around in dumb surprise, only to be knocked into a welter of flying
arms and legs by a suddenly howling and wide-eyed Barbousse. In the burgeoning confusion,
Brim dropped to his knees and scuttled toward a nearby hatch, praying to every power in the
Universe it was not secured. With a paroxysm of tension, he grabbed the latch. It moved! In
one motion, he smashed the door open with his shoulder, blindly threw himself through, and
slammed it closed behind him, gagging on the sudden sick-sweet foulness of TimeWeed, the
mysterious-and poisonous-narcotic all Controllers were known to smoke (indeed, some were
rumored to eat it!). Before him, dressed only in ceremonial loincloth, the room's occupant
bounded up from his bunk, slowed by the drug but surprisingly agile for all that-and clearly
alerted by the commotion outside his room. Roaring in anger, the Leaguer grabbed a blast pike
from a nearby rack and swung the heavy weapon toward Brim's stomach. Desperately, the
Carescrian grabbed its barrel and fiercely wrenched it off to one side, jerking awkwardly. The
dazed Controller howled in surprise, overbalanced, and began to tumble forward, a look of
bestial rage on his face. He recovered and ripped the weapon from Brim's hands, swinging its
clumsy barrel like a club. Spontaneously, Brim stepped in close, the man's breath stale in his
face, grabbed his slippery armpits, and drove a knee into the loincloth with all the strength he
could muster.
!!!!Eyes wide as saucers, the Controller bellowed in hoarse agony. Retching on Brim's battle
suit, he dropped the pike and grabbed convulsively for his smashed testicles. Instinctively,
Brim reverted to Academy training-he cocked his fist at a right angle, then smashed the heel of
his hand upward into the base of the other's nose with a brackling crunch as snapped bone and
cartilage punctured the frontal lobes of his brain like tiny stilettos.
!!!!The Controller's eyes-still open in mortal agony-glazed and rolled upward as he sank to his
knees, blood guttering from his nostrils, then he toppled face first to the deck.
!!!!Panting desperately, Brim sank to his own wobbly knees, hands trembling convulsively.
Air! Light-headed, he shook his head wildly-the TimeWeed. It was still burning somewhere,
filling the room with deadly narcotic fumes. The whole Universe seemed to have slowed
around him. He felt light-headed and introspective. His mind was expanding-growing more
and more perspicacious. Much more: conceptualizing.... He was losing control!
!!!!Using his last vestiges of strength, he willed himself to the bunk. There! The man's pipe of
TimeWeed lay in a bulkhead alcove, thick smoke writhing heavily from its bowl. He lifted it in
weak hands-then somehow found himself at the metal washstand. He mashed open the water
valve, shoved the pipe into the trickling stream. The fragile bowl hissed, shattered with a snapbut
the smoke stopped. Senses reeling, Brim next pulled himself up to the basin, reached above
the top of the wash fixture itself, and dialed the atmosphere controls to "ALL FILTERED." A
sudden hissing filled the room as he slithered again to his knees, gasping desperately. Why?
How could the Controllers do such things to themselves? He felt himself falling, hit his chin on
the basin, almost blacked out from the pain. Then a rush of cool air hit his lungs like a runaway
starship and his head began to clear. Some cycles later-he never remembered how many-he was
on the deck, grinning stupidly, huffing like some sort of animal. He'd made it!
!!!!Suddenly, a persistent buzzing overhead brought him jumping again to his feet. What now?
His watering eyes searched the room. An alarm? Finally, there, over the door, an old-fashioned
summons hooter, like the ones on ore carriers. Heart beating with fresh apprehension, he
stepped over the sprawling corpse, reached above the door, and flipped the device from
"MONITOR" to "RECEIVE." Then he waited-in sudden and terrifying silence. Whatever new
fate awaited his twelve comrades outside in the K tube, it was evidently now decided.
!!!!In due time, the hooter answered his summons with the tinny imitation of a woman's voice:
"Overmann Zotreb?"
!!!!Brim eyed the body at his feet. So that was the name of the man he killed. He shuddered.
"Yes?" he responded in Vertrucht, muffling his voice through a fist.
!!!!"Overmann?"
!!!!"Yes."
!!!!"You do not sound yourself, Overmann Zotreb."
!!!!Heart in his mouth for the hundredth time since he left Truculent, Brim searched the bare
walls for an answer-deciding attack was his best defense. "And just what is it you expect?" he
snapped angrily, still muffling his voice.
!!!!"N-Nothing, Overmann!" the voice responded placatingly.
!!!!"You will concentrate on your own concerns in the future," Brim growled. "Now, what
message disturbs my contemplation of the Weed?" he demanded.
!!!!"S-Sorry, Overmann," the voice said. "The call was placed at your personal request."
!!!!"Well get on with it, damn your worthless hide!"
!!!!"Y-Yes sir. You are due on the bridge in twenty cycles, Overmann."
!!!!"And that is all?"
!!!!"Yes, Overmann."
!!!!"Acknowledged," Brim-spat, then turned the device bacK to "MONITOR." He frowned,
concentrating. Twenty cycles of relative safety before they started looking for Zotreb. After
that, it was just a matter of time until...He snorted. He couldn't very well just sit in the cabin.
Ursis hadn't set up his escape so he could run away to hide. And now that he found himself
with a few options again, it was necessary he make the most of his time and do something
about the disaster their mission had become. Soon! Every cycle brought the little crew closer to
an enemy spaceport and slavery or death-eventually the latter, in any case.
!!!!Brim suddenly grimaced. Of course. That was the answer. Whatever else he might
accomplish, it was necessary first to stop the corvette. That meant getting himself to the
engineer's flat in the aftmost module and somehow disabling the starship's single gravity
generator. Its uneven rumble irritated him almost as much as the Controllers. But how could he
get all the way back there? His answer came from the corpse.
!!!!The late Overmann Zotreb had no further use for his uniforms now, but Wilf Brim did. In
less than five cycles, the Carescrian was dressed in one of the dead man's hated black
uniforms-too big overall, but a lot less noticeable than his own bright blue Imperial battle suit.
He consulted his timepiece. About fifteen cycles remained-perhaps forty until they started
looking and found the body. After that, Universe knew. But one step at a time.
!!!!Wiping clotted blood from Zotreb's big blast pike, he carefully opened the door, peered both
ways along the empty K tube, then started aft toward the propulsion module at what he hoped
was a casual rate of speed.
!!!!
!!!!Footsteps echoing in the smooth-walled tube, Brim didn't get far at all before his disguise
was put to the test. A gray-clad rating, arm around a bundle of logic assemblies, appeared
suddenly from a companionway, turned on his heel, and passed at a fast walk. He saluted but
never lifted his eyes. Brim breathed a deep sigh of relief as he entered the ship's central module,
carefully memorizing everything he saw. One never knew....
!!!!Unlike similar modules built around a K tube, this corvette's central globe was part of the
tube itself-a place where the long, cannular structure swelled to a spherical chamber before
shrinking again at the point opposite his present position. The walkway cantilevered across
twenty irals of open space to meet its counterpart on the other side.
!!!!Centered in the chamber, a glowing vertical tube divided the catwalk and extended through
wide, circular openings at the top and bottom of the room-beyond which were control rooms
located just inboard of the ship's 99-mmi disruptor turrets. BriM easily picked out the firing
consoles (triggering gear all looked pretty much the same everywhere) in the harsh light that
streamed from the rooms and provided most of the illumination around him. Elsewhere in the
chamber, great power conduits sprang from the aft opening to the K tube and disappeared
within the brilliance of the rooms. Numerous ledges jutting from the curved inner walls
contained consoles-some manned, most not-many of which Brim could not identify. These
oddly placed displays cast random, moving patterns of colored lights throughout the strange
spherical chamber and everything it contained. Clearly, a great deal of the activity that took
place on the bridge of an Imperial warship was decentralized throughout this ship. A nice point
of design, he allowed, for a warship. It would make her much harder to knock out with one
well-placed hit. But it also denied the close team atmosphere that resulted from concentrating
decision-making power. He filed it away in his mind as he strode (more confident looking, he
hoped, then he felt) across the catwalk, gripping Zotreb's blast pike and trying to act as if he
belonged where he was. If he ever got back to his own side of the war, the information he
memorized could prove handy in many ways. He snorted to himself. If he ever got back.
!!!!As he moved into the aft continuation of the K tube, more and more gray-clad crew members
passed, all avoiding his eyes-most, in fact, cringed while they hurried by as if they were
relieved to be out of his way. He smiled to himself-no more relieved than he!
!!!!Then, passing an open door in the next-to-last module, he heard voices, glanced inside, and
was rewarded with a view of five Controllers sitting wound a circular table-clearly pursuing
serious matters among themselves. Putting his haste aside for the moment, he stepped to a
position outside the door where he could hear what was gong on inside but still remain unseen
by the conferees. He rested the butt of his blast pike on the deck beside his right hoot, then
assumed the Universal position of a bored-guard. So far as he could remember, Brim himself
seldom questioned armed guards-especially commissioned armed guards-and guessed it was a
pretty typical reaction. This was verified only moments later when he was passed by three,
gray-suited ratings (who saluted) and two Controllers (who did not). Not one of them so much
as met his eyes.
!!!!"It is now under control?" a smooth, perfectly modulated voice demanded in Vertrucht from
inside.
!!!!"It is, Prefect," a younger voice declared, fear just below the surface.
!!!!Brim felt his eyebrows raise. Prefects were the equivalent of Imperial lieutenant
commanders. The corvette was too small for more than one of these-so it was a sure bet he was
listening to the ship's captain.
!!!!"And the count, Qfficiant Naddock-how many were they?" the Prefect's flawless voice
demanded.
!!!!"Ah," the younger voice began. "Ah, I..." A chair scraped the deck.
!!!!"Well, Officiant?"
!!!!"We have all twelve of them locked up, Prefect," a female voice asserted. Brim recognized it
as the scarred officer's from the K tube. "Gray Officer Mocht-the ex-professor-counted them
just after the Bear had his fit."
!!!!Brim smiled-Ursis' distraction had come just in time. They couldn't know he was loose. Yet.
!!!!"You had better hope the Gray fool's count is accurate, my scarred beauty," the modulated
voice sneered. "Or I shall make certain you are both more painfully interested in detail during
any future operations you survive to join."
!!!!This was answered by a sharp intake of breath and then silence. Brim returned a melancholic
salute from a fat, gray-suited rating with a painful-looking, and very swollen, black eye, who
slowly limped along the corridor. Souvenir of Ursis' free-for-all in the K tube, he guessed, hard
put to stifle his smile.
!!!!"Well, what then have you planned for our visitors from the Empire, Placeman Zodekk?" the
Prefect's voice demanded next. "I haven't all day. We dock in less than three metacycles."
!!!!"Oh, yes, sir," another voice answered, this one with just the hint of a lisp. "We are
questioning them one by one right now."
!!!!"Well, go on, pretty fool. What then?"
!!!!"Wh-When we finish, we could simply shoot them," the new voice offered.
!!!!"Of course," the female voice suggested, "handpower is scarce down there. The captured
Imperials might serve for a time as slaves. All appear to be well fed. They could survive a long
time on next to nothing, Provost."
!!!!"Hmm," the modulated voice said "Indeed a point-and I have heard of your, shall we say,
predilection for the slower forms of death." He laughed. "But what of the Bear? Do you wish
his presence among the slaves?"
!!!!"Oh, the Bear is quite a windfall, my Provost," the lisping voice interrupted gleefully. "Only
Imperials have any use for them on starships. But bearskin coats and carpets are in much
demand among Emperor Triannic's royal court this season. It has been quite cold, as you might
have heard."
!!!!"All right, Placeman," the Prefect's voice said with an ill-concealed accent of boredom.
"And you will let all this be a lesson. The next time..."
!!!!Heart pounding, Brim turned and started aft again along the K tube. It was imperative that he
prolong the corvette's trip in space-once it reached its destination, they all were good as dead.
Especially Ursis.
!!!!
!!!!Free passage along the tube ended abruptly in a solid-looking bulkhead and dogged-down
hatch at the entrance to the ship's aftmost module. Illuminated warnings mounted on either side
of the hatch read, "AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY" and "SIGN IN/OUT REQUIRED
BY THE PREFECT." Below these, a tabulator board hung from a hook, complete with logic
scriber-the same kind of portable writing device carried by everyone in the Universe who ever
took an inventory or made a survey. It was all Brim needed.
!!!!Checking behind himself for activity, he su4denly ripped the tabulator free from its hookonly
one person was signed inside. He scrolled the sign-in form from its display surface, then
touched a glowing panel on the hatch before him and waited.
!!!!"Yes?" a voice asked from a speaker.
!!!!"Radiation-level survey," Brim, answered briskly, pointing to the blank tabulator board as if
it were his own.
!!!!"Name and ID?" the voice demanded.
!!!!Brim grimaced, heart pounding. "I have already signed that information in your tabulator
board you have hanging from your hatch, fool!" he blustered, pointing to the empty hook as if
it were visible from the other side of the hatch. "Now you open up before I have you firef1ogged.
Do you hear?"
!!!!"Aye, sir. Aye, sir! I h-hear," the voice stammered as a series of clanks and chatterings:
announced the opening of the hatch. Brim was almost knocked to the deck as it swung open
toward him.
!!!!"Th-This way, please, Overmann, sir," a frightened rating stammered, face white with fear.
He was short, wiry, and middle-aged with narrow-set eyes and a sharp-looking chin covered
by uneven gray stubble. His hands bore the blue stains of a sometime kupp'gh cleaner.
!!!!Brim pushed his way past and into an antechamber-which ended in a second hatch. This one
looked even more secure than its outside counterpart. Keeping his nerve under control, he
slammed the first hatch shut and whirled on the rating with the best imitation of haughty anger
he could summon. "You will also open this immediately," he demanded through tight lips.
!!!!"Oh, ah, aye, Overmann," the cowed guard said, taking a key from around his neck and
unlocking the inner hatch. "And will you need assistance, sir?" be asked.
!!!!"You dare question my ability?" Brim hissed through his teeth.
!!!!The rating shrank back away from the hatch. "S-Sorry, sir," he whispered. "Don't have me
whipped, Overmann. I mean no harm askin' ye."
!!!!Brim looked down his nose at the wretched rating, hating himself and what he had to do. He
knew what it was like to be on the receiving end. "Perhaps I may overlook the lapse this time,"
he said. "But I shall brook no interruption of my work. Do you understand? No interruption."
!!!!"I understand, sir," the rating said, taking his seat with a wan face. "No interruptions. I'll
make sure."
!!!!"See that you do," Brim growled, then stepped into the bright, humming module and closed
the door after himself. He had just dogged it down tight from the inside when he heard alarms
go off everywhere. He glanced at his watch-time was up by almost ten cycles.
!!!!"Warning!" the speakers brayed "Warning. An Imperial murderer is loose within the ship.
He is armed and dangerous. Shoot on sight and shoot to kill. Repeat: shoot on sight and shoot
to kill."
!!!!Brim shrugged as he threw the tabulator in a corner. It probably wouldn't fool anyone else
now.
!!!!
!!!!One eye out for his lone companion in the module, Brim jog-trotted from cabin to
compartment, desperately seeking entrance to the generator chamber. No time to waste now. He
soon found himself deep within the module, but unable to exit from the deck on which he
entered-and from the intensity of sound and vibration coming from below, he knew the
mechanism he sought was located somewhere deeper in the hull. Frowning, he had just
returned to the K tube from another fruitless search of a parts storeroom when a dazzling
explosion seared the wall beside his head and nearly knocked him from his feet. He whirled
around, firing the pike by instinct as a second explosion ruptured the space he had occupied
only ticks before. The shadow of a black-suited Controller disappeared inside a nearby hatch
only ticks before the bucking weapon blasted its door panel from its hinges in a wild tattoo of
destruction. He rushed for the blackened, dented opening and flattened himself outside.
!!!!Panting, he readied the pike again, then blew out a whole section of overhead lights. This
resulted in almost total darkness-except the bright glow streaming from the door into which this
new adversary had disappeared. He dropped to a crouch, the pike ready at his hip. Gathering
himself, he flexed his shoulders, took a last deep breath, and leaped through the doorway,
spraying the room with deadly bursts of energy and radiation. As his feet hit the floor, a figure
armed with what must have been a RocketDart pistol ran screaming toward him, launching a
flurry of deadly sparkling missiles. Two hit with a searing-unbelievable-agony in his left
shoulder. He heard himself scream, sank to his knees, and fired the heavy weapon point-blank
into the man's stomach.
!!!!With a horrible scream of anguish, the Controller doubled over, sprayed a stinking froth of
blood and vomit over Brim's blouse, then collapsed nearby in a heap on the floor, his stillsmoking
torso blown nearly in half.
!!!!Gritting his teeth from the burning pain in his shoulder, Brim felt blood running inside his
tunic and realized he had no more than a few cycles to disarm the ship's generator before he lost
consciousness. He struggled awkwardly to his feet, stuffed the RocketPistol in his belt, and
dragged the blast pike by its scorched barrel to a large open hatch set in the deck. Light and
noise streaming through from below assured him be had finally reached the generator chamber.
And not a moment too soon. Far down the K tube, he could already hear thumps and clangs as
the ship's crew-almost certainly alerted by the sight of their dead comrade in the crew sectionattempted
to force the inner hatch.
!!!!Balancing himself precariously on the narrow rungs, he found the howling bass of the
machinery nearly as painful to his unprotected ears as the throbbing darts in his charred
shoulder. Somehow, he managed to descend with his good hand while doggedly clutched the
heavy pike in his left, but at the bottom he couldn't remember navigating the last two rungs at
all.
!!!!Mounted overhead directly to the underside of the K tube the generator itself looked much
like the rest of the antigravity generators he had seen. It was big, taking up the major volume of
the round-bottomed chamber-the deck on which he presently stood was no more than a small
platform mounted over the stout longerons and curved hullmetal plates that formed the
underside of the module itself. Brim estimated the machinery stretched nearly twenty irals in
length from its forward cooling vanes to the gleaming, pressure-regulating sphere where it
connected to the ship's primary power supply by means of two finned wave guides arching
down from the flat ceiling, then up and around to a radiation-blackened collar.
!!!!Thrusting aside the torment in his shoulder, Brim considered his options. There were only
two. He could blast the regulator globe-either of the weapons he carried could do that easily. Or
he could shoot out the machine's all-important phase latch, if he could find it. The second
choice was much more attractive from a personal standpoint: rupturing the regulator globe
would release all the generator's output directly into the chamber. The burst of raw energy
would last only a gigatick at most before logic fuses sensed the runaway flow and choked it off
at the source. But that was ample time to fry him (and any other organic compounds in the
generator chamber) to fused carbon atoms. Grimly, he studied the big machine. Familiar as it
looked overall, individual parts made little sense by themselves. He shook his head with
frustration as he eyed the pulsing regulator. He grimaced. Death held no particular terror for
him, especially after what he'd already been through. But he hated to give in. He concentrated
again, trying desperately to discover some thread of functionality amid the complex network of
conduits, insulators, logics, and odd-shaped housings. Then, almost by accident, his- eye was
caught by a big synchronous compensator, calibrated by the League's crazy x-ROGEN. No
wonder he couldn't find it the first time! Directly below was its logic shunt-and to the right of
that, a beam multiplier, no doubt about it! And a Fort'lier tube-they'd call it a "multigrid-A"
here, calibrated as it was in mega-ROGEN. He was getting close now-a good thing, too. The
pain in his shoulder was all but stopped, but be had become very drowsy now-and dizzy. He
steadied himself with the hot barrel of the blast pike, forcing his eyes to focus. A distant
clanging and hammering commenced on the hatch above him. Not much time left now. He
compelled his tired mind to function.... The Fort'lier tube. It controlled a radiation modulator
somewhere. Therefore...
!!!!He shook his head. Things ~ getting terribly foggy. He traced a thick wave guide from the
oblong device through... Yes. That was the modulator, and beside it the phase latch he was
looking for. He could tell by the big rectifier mounted on its side. All so easy once he knew
where to look!
!!!!He sniffed the air anxiously, looked up. The hatch was glowing cherry red. Bastards were
burning through. Desperately, he raised his pike toward the generator-Universe, how he was
shaking. The hammering commenced again. He blurred, squeezed his eyes clear. The latch was
in his sights. He fired...and missed.
!!!!With a sharp ripping noise, a bolt of energy cut through the hatch and sent sparks all over a
nearby bulkhead. Gritting his teeth, Brim wrestled the weapon to his shoulder again, aimed.
This was his last chance. If he missed, he'd go for the regulator and a quick, painless death. He
willed himself to steady the sights, counted backward. Three...two...one. Then he fired. This
time, he was rewarded with a satisfying flash of light as the phase latch shattered in a wobbling
ball of violet radiance. Immediately, the noise of the generator began to fade with a great,
almost-human sigh.
!!!!Presently, his eyes began to fog over again. By now, Brim had no strength to counter it. He
felt himself falling. The last thing he heard was the hatch grating open on its ruined hingesguttural
shouts he no longer understood. Then he heard nothing.
!!!!He noticed the glare forcing his closed eyelids at about the same time his cheek told him he
was lying facedown on something cold and very hard. Groggily, he caught himself before he
opened his eyes-voices on every side, all speaking Vertrucht. Where was he? So hard to
remember.... But with all the Vertrucht being spoken, it couldn't be very healthy for him,
wherever it was.
!!!!"Try it again," a gruff voice commanded, clearly under some sort of strain.
!!!!"I already did," a nasal voice answered. "And I'm telling you, the whole damned thing's
dead. What's the big rush anyway? They've already sent a ship out to help."
!!!!"You know the Prefect as well as I do," the gruff voice said. "And he's not going to be
happy taking anybody's help. So try it."
!!!!"Yes, sir. Shunt's in place. Inverters on. Grav housing closed."
!!!!Other voices stopped, listening.
!!!!"Hit it!" the gruff voice commanded. "Now."
!!!!Silence. Brim's shoulder throbbed painfully. He was cold, shivered in spite of himself.
!!!!"That's all?"
!!!!"That's all," the nasal voice confirmed. "Bastard really cocked up the phase latch, didn't he?"
!!!!The gruff voice swore an unintelligible oath. "The whole damned generator's dead as an
xchort, then," it said.
!!!!The generator! It all came back to Brim in a rush. But where had they taken him? Was he still
in the chamber? Somehow he didn't think so. This sounded more like the bridge.
!!!!"How long before you can get us going again?' a new, deeper voice demanded.
!!!!"None will say as yet, Placeman," the gruff voice answered. "When that one on the deck
over there murdered Overmann Zotreb, he did more damage then he knew."
!!!!"Well?"
!!!!"Zotreb's assistants are a good deal slower, it seems"
!!!!"Curse all of them-especially him," the deep voice growled. Brim's side exploded with a
blow that knocked the wind from his lungs-and opened both eyes wide with pain. It took only
a moment to determine he was indeed on the corvette's bridge.
!!!!"Look out! He's awake," someone yelled. This was followed by a second vicious kick. Brim
shut his eyes and clenched his teeth, waiting for the next one.
!!!!"Placeman! Placeman!" another voice squealed. "Would you kill him before we search his
mind?"
!!!!"Putrid spawn of Greyffin's scum!" the deep voice growled. "You can be sure I shall kill
him."
!!!!"But not before we extract certain information, fool," a new, smoothly modulated voice
interrupted. Brim remembered that voice from the conference he'd "guarded."
!!!!"Oh, ah-no, sir, Prefect Valentin!" the deep voice stumbled. "Certainly not before."
!!!!"One must be subtle," the modulated voice interrupted, as though the other had never
spoken. "Like this...."
!!!!Brim opened his eyes wide in renewed agony as a gleaming boot ground the fingers of his
left hand into the metal decking. He gasped in pain, trying to pull his hand away, but the arm
didn't seem to work anymore. Blinking angry tears from his eyes, he peered upward into the
calm face of another Controller, clearly the corvette's commanding officer. Blond, squarejawed,
young, and strikingly handsome, even from a deck-level angle of view, the man called
Valentin was outfitted in immaculate black breeches, a tight, form-fitting tunic with crimson
prefect's collars, and a peaked hat with silver decoration. He was the perfect embodiment of
Triannic's officer corps, and the look of confidence on his face gave clear signal he was also a
man on his way up someone's ladder of success.
!!!!"Keep your eyes open and attend my questions, slime of slime," the youthful officer
commanded in flawless Avalonian. He sneered as he removed his heel from Brim's bleeding
fingers. "You clearly understand you will die soon," he said matter-of-factly, "therefore it
should be of little concern to you what we do with your body." His face exploded with cruel
laughter. "How quickly and painlessly you die depends upon your answers. I reward
truthfulness even for your kind."
!!!!'Hab'thall," Brim spat defiantly, picking the most insulting malediction he could dredge from
his store of gutter Vertrucht-then grunted in pain as a polished boot smashed into his mouth,
snapping teeth and throwing his head back against his shoulder.
!!!!"That should teach you better use of Vertrucht."
!!!!Brim willed the pain away and glared up in silence.
!!!!"Good," Valentin said at length, studying his fingernails. "Now, what is your ship? Name
and home port, if you please."
!!!!Brim continued his silence as blood seeped from the corner of his ruined lips and ran warm
along his lower cheek to puddle silently on the deck.
!!!!"My, my," the officer said with an innocent mien, "others in your crew have shared that
secret with me. And much more, too. Now..." He stepped on Brim's helpless fingers again.
"Won't you?"
!!!!Brim threw up on the other perfect boot.
!!!!Valentin roared in anger, jumped back, and kicked Brim full in the stomach.
!!!!By this time, Brim hardly noticed.
!!!!"I'll show you, cretin son of a capcloth," the enraged officer shouted, pulling a blaster from a
black, shiny holster on his hip. He pointed it in the direction of Brim's stomach. "Slowly,
Avalonian scum. As I promised."
!!!!Fascinated, Brim watched the man's finger curl over the trigger. Then suddenly, alarms went
off all over the bridge.
!!!!"Prefrct," a rating yelled in panic. "Prefect Valentin, sir!"
!!!!Valentin growled-lowered his blaster and turned. "Well?" he demanded.
!!!!"Another sh-ship, Prefect," the voice stammered.
!!!!"Drat!" Valentin swore. "They got here much sooner than I, expected." He glared at the
generator console. "Now I suppose I shall have to accept their help."
!!!!"It...it's the w-wrong kind of ship, Prefect Valentin," the rating declared.
!!!!"Well, what kind of ship, fool? How does it answer the challenge?"
!!!!"It does not answer, Prefect."
!!!!"What?"
!!!!"See for yourself, Prefect."
!!!!"Silence, fool! Where is it coming from?"
!!!!Brim couldn't see where the man pointed, but watched Valentin's boots spin round.
!!!!"Train the guns," the officer bellowed. "And..." He stopped in midsentence. "Sweet
hok'kling Pokknor," he swore through his teeth. "Belay that last order. It's one of their T-class
ships. Our 99s don't stand a chance."
!!!!Brim laughed through his cut and bleeding lips-though it came out as more of a bubbling
noise. He mouthed the next words slowly and carefully. "What number, hab'thall?" This time,
he spoke entirely in Vertrucht, then waited for the foot. It didn't come.
!!!!"You sneaking slime," Valentin snarled. "Vertrucht, eh?"
!!!!"What number, hab'thall?" Brim bubbled, this time with a smile worth twice the pain it
caused his lips.
!!!!Valentin narrowed his eyes, peered through the Hyperscreens. "T.83," he snapped furiously,
then turned and called over his shoulder, "Get this ordure into the seat here. Perhaps he can be
of further value after all." He slipped the blaster back into its gleaming holster.
!!!!Rough hands hauled Brim from the deck and into a recliner at an empty console. He almost
passed out from the pain-new blood was trickling along his chest again. His eyes fogged over
and he felt himself slump toward the console. "I think you're too late, Prefect, old cock," he
mumbled as a tiny popping noise exploded on his right arm.
!!!!"There, that'll bring him around for a while," another voice said.
!!!!Warmth spread rapidly from his right arm, and his eyes abruptly cleared. A rope under his
arms secured him to the back of the recliner-he could see out the Hyperscreens. He focused his
eyes, grinned as well as he could. I.F.S. Truculent, all right. Never had a "pick and shovel"
starship looked so beautiful. Bow on, she was standing about a thousand irals off the corvette's
port quarter, all seven of her powerful 144-mmi disruptors pointed, it seemed, directly at his
head. Even while he watched, they flashed in unison, accompanied by great coruscating
eruptions of flame and glittering clouds of radiation. Outside, the Universe went mad in a
paroxysm of erupting, runaway energy. The corvette bucketed violently, seams creaking and
groaning as her spaceframe twisted in the backwash of space falling back in on itself. Screams
of terror filled the bridge. The lights flickered out, then relighted-much dimmer this time.
!!!!Too near the final onslaught of death to care, Brim turned to the young Prefect. The
hypodermic that cleared his eyes also seemed to have stemmed the pain-at least most of it. He
smiled crookedly. "She's about to blow all of us to subatomics, Valentin," be bubbled happily,
"I'm sure the others won't mind."
!!!!"She?"
!!!!"Captain Collingswood," Brim said reverting to Avalonian.
!!!!"By Pokknor's beard," Valentin whispered. "Perhaps there's a chance yet," he whispered to
himself. "Univers..."
!!!!"Not 'Universe,' 'Collingswood,'" Brim corrected gleefully.
!!!!"Silence, fool!"
!!!!"As you wish, Prefect."
!!!!Valentin shivered, peered through the Hyperscreens at Truculent's seven 144-mmi's. "I want
to talk to her,' he said almost to himself, then turned to a rating at a nearby console. "Get me a
connection to that ship," he ordered, smoothing his wavy blond hair. "Immediately!"
!!!!"Aye, Prefect," a rating with a bald head and large ears answered, bending over his console.
Within scant ticks, a blank Lobe appeared on the console nearest the black-suited officer.
!!!!"Not yet to me!" he bellowed. "Him!" He pointed to Brim.
!!!!A second blast from Truculent, this time much closer, sent every loose article on the bridge
crashing wildly to the deck. The ship's gravity pulsed and the Hyperscreens flashed wildly.
!!!!"Hurry, fool!" Valentin wailed, nervously shooting his cuffs. "Hurry!"
!!!!"Aye, Prefect," the rating answered. "They're listening now, I think." A new globe appeared
on Brim's console, flashing once... twice. Then it filled with a Blue Cape rating-bald with fat
cheeks. It was Applewood.
!!!!"Connection's made, Prefect," the League rating reported.
!!!!Applewood's image peered out from the globe, talking with someone off the display. "We've
got a connection to them, Captain," he said hesitantly. "I seem to be looking into the bridge."
His eyes came to rest on Brim's ruined face. He stopped, a look of horror on his face. "Oh,
sweet thraggling Universe," he groaned. "It looks like Lieutenant Brim."
!!!!Brim nodded, raised his good band. He felt hot and weak. The hypodermic was rapidly
wearing off and his vision was starting to fog again. Blood still trickled down his chest.
!!!!"There's blood all over him," Applewood exclaimed. He was suddenly thrust aside, replaced
by Collingswood in the globe.
!!!!"Lieutenant Brim," she said, clearly struggling to keep herself under control. "What has
happened to...?" She paused. She seemed to know the answer to that. "To the rest of the
crew?" she asked.
!!!!Smiling toothsomely and fairly dripping masculinity, Valentin moved beside Brim and spoke
into the globe. "They are safe, Captain Collingswood," he said with the earnest look of a
schoolboy. "You have my word as an officer of the League."
!!!!"Oh?" Collngswood answered. "Lieutenant Brim certainly doesn't look particularly safe to
me."
!!!!"As you can see from his dress, Captain," Valentin said smoothly, "Lieutenant Brim is a
special case. Disguised, mind you, in the uniform of my beloved homeland-against all
established conventions-this criminal ruthlessly murdered two of my offlcers." He shrugged.
"We were forced to question him."!!!!-
!!!!"I see," Collingswood said slowly, a look of disgust in her eyes. "And you have, ah,
'questioned' my other crewmen in the same manner?"
!!!!"You can believe me when I say the remainder of your crewmen are, shall we say, safe for
the moment." Valentin's eyes hardened theatrically the length of a well-measured instant, then
the boyish smile returned.
!!!!"'For the moment,'" Collingswood repeated evenly. "Perhaps you had better tell me what that
means." The corvette's bridge was deathly still by now, every officer and rating watching
breathlessly as if life itself depended on the next few words.
!!!!"Simply this, Captain Collingswood," Valentin said, his voice growing more oily by the
moment. "Should something untoward happen to my ship, your men would surely be affected
also. And I am sure a lovely woman of your stature would never want something like that."
!!!!"Silence!" Collingswood snapped, her eyes blazing with anger. "I have no more patience
with your game-and it is now clear to me you cannot move under your own power. Therefore,
listen to me well," she continued, "for I am about to destroy your ship."
!!!!Valentin's eyes opened wide in surprise. "With thirteen of your men aboard?" he asked.
"Would you kill them, too?"
!!!!"Absolutely," Collingswood assured him.
!!!!"She means it, Valentin," Brim laughed weakly. "I'm ready-look at me. And I imagine the
others are, too." Blackness was sweeping over him and he had no strength left to fight. He
closed his eyes, felt his head lolling as be collapsed against the rope that held him in place. He
heard Collingswood gasp, then abruptly her voice hardened.
!!!!"Despite my own wishes to the contrary, Prefect," she said I through clenched teeth, "it is
not necessary that anyone die with your ship-if my orders are followed accurately. Do you
understand? No deviations. Your fate is entirely up to you."
!!!!"Wh-What can I do?" Valentin asked in a shaky voice. His part in the game was clearly over
before it began.
!!!!"You have only ten cycles to carry out my orders..." Collingswood said, the sound of her
voice fast fading in Brim's ears. He strained to hear the next words, too, but they were drowned
by a sudden thundering roar having nothing to do with starships or disruptors either: be was
dying and he knew it. Strange it didn't matter now the time had come. He even managed to
relax as the last light faded from his eyes and the Universe ceased to exist. He'd done the best
he could....
!!!!
!!!!This time, the light filtering through his closed eyes was gentle-and wherever he was now
come to, things were blessedly quiet, even warm. Comfortable. A definite improvement, be
thought. Even the pain was gone, replaced by a wild tingling in his shoulder.
!!!!Alive?
!!!!He opened his eyes cautiously. A curved, transparent canopy arched overhead no more than
half an iral from his face. For lack of anything better, he concentrated on that, and blinked his
eyes. In one corner, it carried the stylized comet insignia of the Imperial Fleet.
!!!!Safe, too! Somehow-miraculously-he was in somebody's sick bay. He didn't even
particularly care whose it was, or how he got there.
!!!!He turned his head in the cramped enclosure, sighted along his left shoulder. It had come
free. The healing machine's amoebalike apparatus was evidently finished with him and
retracted, or whatever it was pseudopods did when they went away. The shoulder itself was
covered by a softly glowing cloth that extended all the way to his elbow. The remainder of him
appeared to be dressed in a standard-issue one-piece Imperial hospital suit-minus the left sleeve
and shoulder. He moved his left hand, clenched a fist. Very little tenderness.
!!!!Not bad.
!!!!In a state of almost total exhaustion, he closed his eyes again and drifted off into contented
sleep.
!!!!
!!!!Later, when he woke again, the canopy was open and the deep rumble of Drive crystals
soothed his ears. A familiar face peered down from a balding head with considerable
professional interest. "You xaxtdamned Carescrians will do anything for a little attention, won't
you?" admonished Xerxes O. Flynn.
!!!!Brim grinned. "Well," he conceded, "almost-anything. I didn't let 'em kill me, after all."
!!!!"Could have fooled me," Flynn said with a serious look on his face. "Those Cloud bastards
sure thought you were dead. Frightened to death of what might happen to 'em because of it."
!!!!Brim frowned. "Yeah," he conceded, "Well, they weren't alone by a long shot. I was pretty
sure it was all over, too. Just how in the bloody Universe did I get here?" he demanded. "When
I passed out, that prefect bastard, Valentin, was still trying to play sex roles with
Collingswood."
!!!!"Collingswood wasn't playing," Flynn chuckled, "but I did hear her telling Pym she thought
he was xaxtdamned cute."
!!!!Brim raised an eyebrow. "Collingswood? Valentin?"
!!!!"Valentin, indeed," Flynn answered. "He's rather famous over there, in case you hadn't
heard. Quite a hero, among other things." He laughed. "And there's nothing wrong with our
little Regula Collingswood, either. She's a perfectly healthy specimen in every respect. Just
wasn't in the mood at the time. Probably the sight of all your blood, or something. Anyway,
she worked everything out. It's a long story-you can get the details later. But she nearly melted
that thraggling corvette before she left, not long after Ursis carried you over himself. In a
LifeGlobe."
!!!!"Melted the corvette?" Brim asked in 'amazement. "Universe-you can't expect me to wait for
that story. Come on now, Doctor. I'll never get back to sleep."
!!!!Flynn opened his mouth for a moment, pointed a finger at Brim, then shook his head and
smiled resignedly. "All right," he said, leaning his elbows on the side of the healing machine. "I
suppose it makes sense. I wouldn't be able to sleep, either." With that, he related how
Collingswood offered Valentin a very simple plan. He and his crew could safely embark in
their LifeGlobes-so long as the captured Imperials were also provided their own LifeGlobe in
which they could separately return to Truculent. Once they were safely aboard and the
Leaguers were a safe distance away, Collingswood would signal Pym to destroy the corvetteand
one Leaguer LifeGlobe for each Imperial who was dead or had failed to return. "They were
xaxtdamned careful with you after that," Flynn concluded.
!!!!"What about Ursis and Barbousse and the rest of the crew?" Brim asked.
!!!!"Oh, they're all healing, more's the pity," Flynn said. "Pym got no further target practice, and
you're the only one I was able to really practice on."
!!!!"Universe," Brim said, "I'll bet everybody else all felt terrible about that."
!!!!"They didn't," Flynn grumped. "Unfeeling bastards. But you made up for it, Brim, old
friend," he said with a smile of satisfaction. "Isn't much under that bandage you brought from
Carescria. I practiced on you for a long time-practically had to grow you a whole new shoulder,
plus a few teeth."
!!!!"Thraggling wonderful," Brim exclaimed in mock dismay. "Do any of them work?"
!!!!"Smart bastard," Flynn fumed. "I couldn't very well cock up the teeth, now could I? They
come in a box, you know." Then he frowned. "I am sort of worried about the arm and shoulder
assembly, now that I think about it. Might be only good for piloting starships and lifting
glasses of meem." A quiet chime interrupted his banter, and he looked over his shoulder,
grinning. "Couple of strange-looking individuals asked to see you when you woke, Wilf," he
said. "Feel up to talking some more?"
!!!!"If they can stand me, I can probably stand them," Brim assured him.
!!!!Flynn nodded, again over his shoulder. "All right," he said, "come on in."
!!!!Brim heard a door slide open on quiet rollers. Directly, Ursis and Barbousse appeared on
either side of the Doctor, grinning from ear to ear. Both wore heavy bandages. "Remember
now," Flynn warned sternly, "only a couple of cycles. Then out you go."
!!!!The Bear looked down at Brim with one eye (his other was hidden by a patch), fang gems
flashing the soft light. He cocked his head toward the Doctor. "Flynn here can be great
nuisance when he wants," he said. "Is this not so, Starman Barbousse?"
!!!!The big rating's face reddened. "Well, sir," he said, "he does appear to do passing good
work. Ah..." He peered down at Brim. "Glad to be seein' you, ah..."
!!!!"How about 'alive'?" Brim suggested. "And speaking of that, what happened to you two?"
!!!!"Oh," Barbousse said lightly, "them Cloud League scalawags didn't take kindly to Lieutenant
Ursis' fake fit there in the K tube-what with all his rollin' around on the deck an' all."
!!!!"And you piling in for good measure," Ursis chuckled with a toothy grin. "As they say on
the Mother Planets, 'When Hagsdoff scratches rock, Bears move snow houses out of sunlight,'
eh?" He nudged the big rating in the ribs with an elbow.
!!!!"Oh. Ah...aye, sir," Barbousse answered with a confused look. "Hagsdoffs."
!!!!Flynn's eyes met Brim's, then rolled toward the ceiling. "Hagsdoffs," he repeated.
!!!!"You were both great, "Brim piped up to stifle an oncoming chuckle. "Even if you did
almost get me killed."
!!!!"Sure glad you made it, Lieutenant," Barbousse repeated. "If you hadn't done what you did,
we'd likely be startin' an all-day night shift at some Altnag'gin hullmetal mill."
!!!!"Not all of us," Ursis interjected with a dark growl.
!!!!"I heard," Brim said. "The bastards..."
!!!!"At any rate," Flynn interrupted quickly. "You two did show up here for a particu1ar
purpose, didn't you?"
!!!!"Yes, that we did," Ursis answered, turning to Brim with a serious look on his face. He
narrowed his eyes. "Someday, Wilf Brim," he said, "I shall properly thank you for all you did
for us. Not now. But I want you to know your bravery would be legend, even in my
homeland." He shook his head, momentarily a long way off. "Meantime," he said, turning to
Barbousse, "you give it to him. You found it."
!!!!Barbousse's cheeks went red again, but he looked Brim in the eye. "Ah, I, ah, c-copped this
on the way out of the corvette," he stammered as he lifted a big side-action blaster into the
startled Carescrian's right hand. "Tried to return it to Lieutenant Ursis, but he wouldn't take it
back;"
!!!!"We agreed you should have it," Ursis thrust in. "It belonged to my grandfather-a man of
great gallantry. You will honor it, Wilf-and him, rest his spirit."
!!!!Brim opened his mouth in surprise. "I...Oh, Universe, Nik," he exclaimed emotionally, "I
can't take that."
!!!!"Sorry," Flynn interrupted, "but if you people are going to argue, these two will have to
leave-which they are going to have to do soon anyway."
!!!!Brim shook his head in defeat, tears of emotion burning his eyes. "Thank you," he choked
when he was able. Not eloquent, but all he could manage.
!!!!"You are most welcome, Friend Brim," Ursis said with a huge grin. "And before this very
inhospitable medicine man rescinds his tenuous welcome, I have something else here for youfrom
no less a personage than Bosporus P. Gallsworthy."
!!!!Brim raised an eyebrow. "Gallsworthy?" he asked incredulously.
!!!!"None other," Ursis said. "As your boss, he has collected all messages sent to your person
since you last accessed your queue."
!!!!"And?" Brim asked. "Nobody sends me anything but debit notices."
!!!!"Don't remember Gallsworthy handing me anything like that," Ursis said, a look of illconcealed
merriment in his eyes.
!!!!"What else could it be?" Brim asked, genuinely mystified.
!!!!The Bear laughed. "This," he said, handing Brim a small plastic card. "Hard copy of
personal message from Gimmas Haefdon. Thought you might want to see it straightaway."
!!!!"For me? I don't know anybody On Gimmas Haefdon. I didn't even get there until two nights
before we..."
!!!!"Hmm," the Bear replied. "Perhaps it is a mistake. But I think not. Read...."
!!!!Frowning, Brim took the card, turned it to catch the light-his heart skipped a beat. Four short
lines of poetry from the ancient pen of Sante' Eremite blazed from the tiny page. The power of
the simple words transcended centuries; he'd read them often: "My fire burns among the
stars/My long lance thrusteth sure,/My strength is as the strength of ten,/Because my heart
endures." One more line completed the short message: "Congratulations, Wilf Brim." It was
signed simply, "Margot Effer'wyck."
Baldwin, Bill - The Helmsman Chapter 4
THE HELMSMAN
BY BILL BALDWIN
CHAPTER 4
!!!!More than two Standard weeks passed before Brim's weakened body accustomed itself to its
brand-new parts, but the day finally arrived when Flynn dismissed him permanently from
Truculent's sick bay-with strict orders to go cautioualy until more of his strength returned.
Now, only cycles after pressing the Doctor's hand in heartfelt thanks, he was at last back inside
his tiny cabin, seated on the edge of his bunk and accessing the ship's message system. He
cycled his pitifully small mail file three times-eight messages in all, only one sourced from
"Effer'wyck@Gimmas."
!!!!He immediately brought this one to his display, which filled with loose golden curls and a
frowning smile. Margot! He thrilled while the image recited Lacerta's timeless lines in a soft,
modulated voice. She'd be proud of that voice, he reflected, and wondered how he'd managed
to miss it before.
!!!!Far too soon, the little message ran its course. He played it again-and then again. He rotated
the display and watched her from every angle. She might be far beyond his reach, but that
didn't stop him from dreaming!
!!!!With a sigh, be finally sent her message to his permanent storage, then selected a note from
Captain Collingswood. Voice only, this requested he "drop by" her office to file a verbal report
whenever he felt "up to it." He took care of that immediately, appending his name to her
appointment schedule just after the next change of watch.
!!!!The remainder of his messages, save one, were all debit notices.
!!!!His single exception was a short communication from Borodov containing a cross-reference
to the prestigious Journal of the Imperial Fleet. "A most valuable article, Will Ansor," the
shifting patterns read. "You must file this with your most important documents. Good as
credits in the pocket, perhaps better. (signed) A.A. Borodov."
!!!!The Journal? With a frown, Brim fetched Borodov's reference to his display. Characteristic
patterns in the style of the highly venerated publication replaced Borodov's covering message,
then indexed to a small article almost lost toward the back of the issue. It was clearly little more
than filler placed during a time of little important activity elsewhere, but it was there
nonetheless:
• !!!!Gimnias Haefdon (Eorean Blockading Forces) 118/ 51995: Carescrian Sublieutenant
Will Brim, recently graduated Helmsman assigned to Lieutenant-commander Regula
Collingswood's I.F.S. Truculent. (DI) T.83, see other reports, this issue), distinguished
himself recently off the Altnag'gin peripheiy during a single-handed action which
resulted, in destruction of the corvette commanded by Kirsch Valentin, infamous young
Prefect with five Imperial kills.
!!!!As Borodov suggested, he carefully filed the reference on his permanent storage, grinning in spite of himself. Strange, he reflected, how much that little bit of recognition meant to him. He'd been such an outsider since he joined the Fleet under Lord Wyrood's Admiralty Reform Act. It took only this insignificant crumb of acknowledgment to make him feel a lot less like one. Then he busily applied himself to composing Margot's answer-no easy task, he discovered to his surprise. When he scanned his books of verse for a fitting line or two, nothing seemed to
fit, though a number of the same poems seemed perfect when he first thought about them in the solitude of the sick bay. He made a second pass-then a third-before settling down for a detailed search. Shortly before his appointment with Collingswood, he had completed only two books with three-quarters of a third remaining to be studied. So far, nothing even resembled his requirements. In the end, he decided he might easily spend years without finding the proper words. Shaking his head ruefully at the time he had already wasted on the project, he quickly chose a few lines that approximated his thoughts, composed a short covering message of thanks, then sent everything on its way before he could change his mind again. !!!! That out of the way, he smooothed his tunic, brushed his boots on his bunk cover, and made his way forward to the captain's cabin, one level above his own. "Sit down, Wilf," Collingswood said as she relaxed in her chair. Subtle harmonies insinuated themselves from the cabin background: soft instruments blending, separating, then blending once more to form emotional tapestries of surprising beauty. He seemed to recall the same sounds from his first visit to her cabin, but they hardly registered then. "The last time I saw you," Collingswood was saying with a twinkle in her eye, "you appeared to be rather soundly asleep." Brim grinned. "I seem to have been doing a lot of that lately, Captain," he answered. Almost a permanent condition, from what Dr. Flynn tells me," Collingswood declared, her face becoming serious. "I watched Ursis and Barbousse carry you in from the corvette. You'd been rather thoroughly worked over by Valentin and his crew-evidently caused a bit of trouble during your short visit there." I tried to, Captain," Brim said. Collingswood laughed quietly. "I'm quite certain you did, Lieutenant. But I shall need to know bit more than that," she asserted. "I am required to file an official report, you know." felt his face flush. "Sorry, Captain," said. "I didn't understand." He stared at his boots, reflecting for a moment, then rubbed his chin. far as I can remember," he began, "this is what happened after we spotted that corvette..." For the next metacycle, he described what he had seen aboard the enemy warship, including own activities when felt they had any relevance. Couingswood sat relaxed in her recliner while he spoke, interjecting occasional questions or clarifying certain points. When he finished, she recrossed her legs, frowned thoughtfully, and looked him straight in the eye. "Strange," she mused, "how much like your shipmates you have become. None has mentioned Lieutenant Amherst so far-nor his part in this little adventure of yours. I wonder why." frowned. In the seclusion of the healing coffin, he considered himself ready for questions about that part. Now all his confidence seemed to dissipate like smoke. He fumbled a loose fastener on his tunic. Well," he uttered, groping for something to say, "I can't speak for the others, course. I was alone most the time we spent aboard the corvette, Captain."
!!!!
"I see," Collingswood said, brushing aside a stray lock of hair. She studied the fingernails of her right hand. "Would you," she began, "make any further comments were I to ask you for information concerning alleged incompetence on the part of Lieutenant Ursis?" In what context, Captain?" Brim asked warily, not yet willing to meet her eyes. Why, in the context of his attempts to alter the control settings of the Cloud League merchantman Ruggetos, of course," Collingswood answered, her expression suddenly cold as space itself. Brim took a deep breath and met her gaze squarely. "In that case, Captain," he said evenly, "I should probably have a great deal more to say." Would you testify, Lieutenant?" she continued, sitting well forward in recliner, elbows firmly on the arinrests. If it came to that, Captain, you can bet I would testify," Brim answered. He waited for an explosion-both she and Arnherst were clearly Imperials of no mean station, and in his experience, Carescrians didn't usually get away with taking stands, no matter who was in the right. As if considering her next words, remained for a moment staring into his eyes. Then, suddenly she relaxed and sat back in her recliner, smiling broadly. "You have joined my old Truculent, haven't you, Brim?" she pronounced. "I rather thought you'd have little trouble doing that once you it started." blinked. "Pardon?" he stammered. Protecting Amherst the way you are," Collingswood explained. "You're already part of my crew." She laughed quietly. "In rather record time, too." kept his silence, unsure of where she was leading him. "You probably wonder what I plan to do about him, don't you, Lieutenant?" went on, holding up a graceful hand. "His part in the loss of that merchantman was easy enough for me to piece together-and caused you considerable difficulty and pain. You deserve an answer." nodded his head noncommittedly. 'Thank you, Captain," he said simply. shall not rid the ship of him," she said with no further preamble. "Because Amherst is a powerful name throughout the Fleet-and other reasons which have nothing to do with either of you-he shall have one more chance, at least." She smiled and shook her head. "No one ever said life would be fair, Lieutenant. In spite of what Amherst might really deserve, I shall not commit political suicide to secure his punishment-though I shall attempt to insure he is never again in a position to cause so much harm should he fail a second time." again. At least she was honest. And no record of Amherst's report will ever find its way into your friend Ursis' records." She glanced at her empty display, then grimaced in an unmistakable sign of dismissal. got up to leave. Your report was first rate-as were your actions, Lieutenant," she added-. "You weren't thinking of returning to bridge duty immediately, were you?" Not for two more days, Captain," Brim answered. Dr. Flynn knows best," Collingswood said as her display began to fill with data. left feeling, a lot better about his future than he had ever dreamed possible. So long the Fleet had few Collingswoods, Carescrians still had chance.
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The endless succession of days that followed were notable only by their sameness until danger and boredom became two great stones which ground Truculent and her crew alike. And all around, the larger war waxed and waned. Victories and defeats-there were still more of the latter, but one could sense an occasional ray of hope among the grim news KA'PPAed in from powerful transmitters halfway across the galaxy. To Brim's utter astonishment, his abbreviated answer to Margot's note established a lively-if disappointingly chaste- correspondence. During the long stretches of boredom, he often argued with himself concerning that. After all, any kind of treatment was more than he should ever expect. She was, aside from being promised to someone else, a person of noble blood. Very noble blood. And a full military rank above his own into the bargain. What more could he expect? Sometimes this sort of logical approach worked. Sometimes it didn't. But most of the time, it didn't. And for some exasperating reason, he never did quite condition himself to the point where he could comfortably think of her in the company of Rogan LaKarn. That became painfully apparent when a chance news program pictured the two together during a leave in Avalon: • !!!!Princess Margot Effer'wyck and Commander the Honorable Baron Rogan LaKarn share a well-deserved leave in Avalon's Courtland Plaza near Imperial castle.. Engaged nearly two years now, the popular couple have postponed their nuptials while they work to defend the Empire from its enemies. Somehow, the sight them holding hands in that manicured garden tied his heart in a knot. He gritted his teeth and felt his cheeks burns hoping against hope nobody in the wardroom noticed his helpless discomfort--he a Carescrian worked up over an Effer'wyck. What a joke that was! In private, he railed at himself. He could claim no part of her life. How she chose to spend her leave was certainly none of his business. He meant nothing special to her-and she meant nothing to him. But he really didn't believe the second part. That night, as he fitfully dozed, his mind was torn by weird, wildly erotic dreams. He pictured her beckoning to him through a soft, warm fog. But when he reached to touch her, Rogan LaKarn interposed. And each time, Brim awoke find himself alone in his tiny cabin, sweating and frustrated, the rumble of the generators no longer comforting to his ears. a foul mood, he dressed and made his way up to the bridge, where be spent the remainder of his free Watch tutoring Jubal Theada for a battery of upcoming tests. Even that kind of frustration was better than fighting his own imagination!
!!!! For the next three months, Collingswood's aggressive blockading techniques eroded both Truculent and her crew. Space off the Altnag'gin Complex at Trax was a busy crossroads of the League's commerce. Always there was another "runner" to be Pursued--or a pursuing Cloud League warship determined to rid the space lanes of Imperial blockaders. Borodov and Ursis constantly rushed through Truculent's battered hull patching battle damage or repairing components worn to uselessness from constant duty at maximum settings. Flynn was similarly busy patching burned and blasted bodies-carelessness caused by advanced fatigue was at least as deadly an enemy as the League itself. Yet no relief was forthcoming, and everyone knew why. The Imperial Fleet was stretched so thin that every ship and every crew member served past all reasonable limit. No alternative existed-everyone was well aware of Triannic's vow to "punish" the Imperial Fleet "its last man." Only continuing success made any of it bearable. Collingswood an extraordinary tactician, and Truculent sent a steady stream of prizes off toward Avalon-often seriously shorting the crew complement for weeks at a time. Everyone was now accruing Imperial credits in individual accounts, and even Brim found himself debt free one day-for the first time he could remember. Following still another stormy month of desperate fighting and wearing fatigue, Truculent was even more patched and dented than before. Many of her less critical mechanisms were by now completely inoperative-the crew worked around these when possible, but mostly did without. Some of the important systems were little better than these, and operated only marginally-when they worked at all. Often, Brim looked over the battered decks from his position high on the bridge and wondered if anyone back in the Imperial Client States had any idea at all what it really took to keep Triannic from their gates. A small part of him wanted desperately to believe they did. The remainder doubted many of them had any idea what was going on at all. when Borodov managed to convince his Sodeskayan superiors at the Admiralty that could no longer be patched enough to fight and win did Flight Operations deign to send their replacement, by then it was nearly too late. The Drive itself failed three times on the way home and fully half the Atmospheric Controller Modules consumed themselves in a cloud of sour-smelling vapor and sparks before they were two days en route. The nearly desperate crew completed their return with most of the ship's environment simulating the worst elements of a steamy Crennelean Narr jungle. One way or another, they made it. Gimmas Haefdon was a sizable disk in the Hyperscreens ahead when Brim heard the Drive finally eased all the way back to idle. He and Theada occupied observers' seats while Gallsworthy Fourier flew the approach. "You may prepare us for landfall, Lieutenant Gallsworthy," Collingswood said, her voice loud in the unaccustomed silence.
!!!!"Aye, aye, Captain," Gallsworthy growled. Immediately, Brim heard distant alarms go off below in the ship, and docking crews began to fill the bridge. Fourier signaled to Ursis, and a few moments later the generators shivered to life. Finished with the xaxtdamned Drive," Gallsworthy rumbled. I think it's finished with us anyway," Collingswood said grumpily. Drive deactivated," Borodov chuckled. Astern, the flowing green of the Drive plume flickered and disappeared. shutters closed," Ursis said. LightSpeed point zero," Fourier called out as Gandom's 've effect went into full flare and the Hyperscreens stopped translating. Gradually, the view cleared as the speed dropped below critical mark. Applewood contacted Gimmas Approach soon afterward, and within a few metacycles they were in a holding pattern for clearance at the Lox'Sands control ring-this time in zone green. Traffic was light during that watch, and presently Truculent was on final, thundering down through Gimmas Haefdon's cloudy turbulence. With a sense of weary excitement, Brim waited impatiently for Truculent to break out of the overcast. So far, all he could see were regular flashes of the beacon reflected back from the streaming haze outside and the occasional glow of KA'PPA rings expanding outward as Applewood talked Approach Control. The sound of the generators was now moderated to a burbling grumble, the muted drones and thumps of imminent landfall were well under way. Gallsworthy banked to port, revealing glimpses gray, fog-strewn seascape wrinkled by the thickly sluggish patterns of frigid-looking swells and jagged ice fragments everyone associated with the base. As they returned to level flight, Brim spied two or three lamp-studded causeways below like thin spokes some great wheel converging at an unseen hub somewhere far off to port, but the haze swallowed them completely in damp-looking muzziness before he could distinguish any details. As usual, there was no real difference between land sky aloft on Gimrnas Haefdon-no horizon, only fog and clouds and occasionally wrinkled blackness of inhospitable sea below. Another turn to port, generators roaring momentarily, then Truculent settled gently onto her forward gradient and churned over the icy rollers that shone dully in landing lights twenty- five irals below her stained and dented hull. Through a chance break in the fog, Brim saw they were now running parallel to another causeway. He watched giant waves batter themselves to wind-blown spume against its rocky bulwarks. A beacon flashed indistinctly in their direction. Ahead, fog-shrouded blue and red lights marked opening to the Eorean section. He smiled to himself. The last time through here, he'd been considerably more occupied than he was now, sitting at his leisure in an observer's seat. Beyond, a forest of KA'PPA masts jutted from the starwharves themselves. Fourier at the controls, Truculent changed course smoothly, slid through the entrance, and in a few moments glided to a halt above a gently glowing gravity pool. Thick mooring beams leaped from lenses in the seawalls and Brim's nausea made itself felt when the umbilical arm connected, switching Truculent back to local gravity. Gallsworthy raised his hand silently their gravity generators spun down stopped-the unaccustomed silence after nearly six months of one kind of propulsion system or another was almost physical. A tentative "Hurrah!" sounded from the back of the bridge. Then another, and another-in a moment, whole ship was gone wild in a paroxysm of cheering. Even the normally reserved Collingswood could be seen pounding Gallsworthy on back.
!!!! Theada grasped Brim's hand. "We made it!" he gasped joyfully. "We actually made it!" "Yeah," Brim said- himself overcome with a strange sort of relief. He was going to live for at least a few weeks more. It was a strange feeling. He hadn't encountered that kind of confidence since their departure. !!!!Truculent was home. With little to occupy him at the moment, Brim forsook the noisy throng exiting from the bridge. A traditional homecoming celebration was scheduled shortly for the wardroom, but according to wartime rules crew members joined only after completing a session with someone from a debriefing team-and with his lack of seniority, Brim appeared next to last on the schedule of officers. He looked out through the Hyperscreens at the gray landscape-another of Gimmas Haefdon's long, drab evenings was beginning in a driving snowstorm as the Harbor Master's peculiar vehicle scuttled off down the snow-hazed road. A large group of utility skimmers in various sizes was already parked near the breakwater, and below the bridge he watched a line of figures leaning into the wind-driven blizzard as they trudged across the brow toward the ship. One particularly heavy gust momentarily freed a shock of golden hair from beneath a parka before its owner hurried out of his sight. It made him laugh at himself. Nearly anything was sufficient to remind him of Margot Effer'wyck these days! He shook his head. Beyond all reason, and he knew it. Nearly three metacycles passed before he was finally summoned for his debriefing-in Amherst's cabin, of all places. Somewhere in the Universe there was irony in that, he chuckled as he knocked on the door. Come in," a familiar voice called out from the other side. Brim frowned as he pushed door open. Where had be heard that? His heart skipped a beat. Wilf Brim," Margot exclaimed, brushing a soft blond curl aside. "I have surely saved the best for last." He stopped short in the doorway when felt his face flush. His breath had suddenly gone short, his ears burned, and be felt like a foolish schoolboy with his first serious crush. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. The image in her message didn't begin to do her justice at all! "M-Margot," he stammered, then eyes went to the full lieutenant's insignia on the left shoulder of her cape. "I mean, 'Lieutenant."' She smiled warmly. "'Margot' is fine, Wilf," she said. "And we shall never get to wardroom if you don't come in and let me start your debriefing." Somehow, those words brought him around. "Sorry," he said, regaining at least some of his composure and breaking into his own smile honest pleasure. He shook his head. "I guess I never expected to see you here," he said. Some ships get special treatment, Wilf," she said. "Ones that carry special people." looked at her hands, smooth and shapely and perfectly manicured, as she set up the keyboard of Amherst's Communicator. He listened to the sounds of the cooling hull, the
raucous celebration in the wardroom. "Thank you" was all he could think to say. She was disconcertingly beautiful. Then he lost all track of time while she probed his mind with professionalism and skill that nearly took his breath away. He was first surprised and then fascinated by her deep understanding of the technology of warfare, and especially starflight mechanics. She posed questions that led to others and to others still-forced him to recall details that he had forgotten as unimportant but which were decidedly the opposite, from her viewpoint. !!!! "The triggering gear you saw in the corvette's central globe, Wilf, was it in the upper firing room only-or was it both?" Both, I think," he answered. Then, were they the same?" she asked, blue eyes searching his very soul. "Could both disruptors be operated from the same firing room if the other was shot out?" He thought for a moment. "Yes," he answered finally, "because the power cables went to both firing rooms." Every word he uttered seemed to have some value. He had never met anyone like this before-never a woman both so beautiful and so talented at once. When she finished, he found himself dazed with mental fatigue. They had worked without interruption for nearly three metacycles. You have quite a memory, Wilf Brim," she said, fatigue slowing her own voice, "which has provided me great deal of material for study." She smiled comfortably. "Now I shall claim the further pleasure of sharing some meem from your wardroom. How does that sound?" Wonderful," Brim said, looking at her softness. "Just wonderful." Then other words suddenly crept into his mind. He grinned. "'Oh weary lady Geraldine,/I pray you drink this crystal wine,'" recited, gesturing dramatically. Margot closed her eyes for a moment frowned. Then she laughed, a look of pleasure spreading from her lips. She pointed a finger at him. "'It is a wine of virtuous powers;/My mother made it of wild flowers.' There! Something out of Leoline's 'Silver Lamp,' isn't it? You've yet to stump me, Wilf Brim. Even when you choose some of the very worst poetry in the whole Universe!" They both laughed at that, then she deactivated Amherst's Communicator and they made their way to the wardroom. were late to party-much of which was by now moved off to other ships and wardrooms across the sprawling base. Truculent's badly depleted meem supplies would be better stocked the next round of celebrations. The wardroom was still well populated, but early frenetic energy was now worn into a comfortable hum of conversation, and the musical clink of goblets. Most of the lights were dimmed, and here there couples shared privacy of shadowed tables. A gathering of Bears talked quietly at one end of the room; Ursis signaled "hello" a seat close to a slim female whose eyes never strayed from his face. The air was heavy with the scent of perfume and hogge'poa. Two other female Bears
talked animatedly with Borodov while a number of other furry couples toasted in the Sodeskayan manner-goblets raised empty and upside down while they chanted the age-old drinking litany, "To ice, to snow, to Sodeskaya we go!" !!!!Margot nodded toward Borodov. "He's everybody's darling," she said with her husky laugh. 'The sly old Bear." Brim smiled and nodded. "I didn't realize so many of their females had joined the Fleet," he commented. "More of them arrive from Lo'Sodeskaya all the time," Margot continued as he helped her into a chair at a dark table. "Bears can't get along without them any more than men Can," she laughed softly. "Professionally, that is." The Logish meem you ordered, Lieutenant," Steward Grimsby said, materializing cadaverously from the smoky darkness. Startled, Brim looked up as the ancient steward placed two goblets before them. "I didn't order..." His eyes met Margot's-they were laughing and sleepy all at the same time. It's a fine choice, Wilf," she said as Grimsby half filled her goblet. Thank you, Lieutenant, ma'am," Grimsby said to Margot. He poured Brim's with total aplomb. "My compliments, Lieutenant Brim," he said. "I can only agree with Princess Effer'wyck. It is a fine choice. Saved for a special occasion. Then, quickly as he appeared, he was gone again. shrugged and raised her goblet. "To you, Wilf," she said, "and to old Truculent here- and to Nergol Triannic's slipping on a ca'omba peel." He lifted his goblet and touched hers with a tiny musical sound. "I'd duel a dozen Nergol Triannics-ripe ca'ombas at ten paces-if you would promise to debrief me each time I got home." The meem was like silver fire in his throat. He bad never experienced such fine vintage. One Nergol Triannic is quite sufficient for this war," Margot said with a wink, in spite of what I am sure are your very formidable talents throwing ripe ca'ombas." As the cycles slipped by, they talked of poetry, Gimmas, and the endless duty watches. She clearly had the broader picture of their war, and by the time Grimsby materialized with a second bottle of the same rare Logish meem, Brim had a confused impression that her mysterious Technology Division was actually beginning to grasp some of the enemy's meter, that Count Rogan LaKam didn't find his way to Gimnias Haefdon as often as she thought should, and that even when he did, her own work schedule took its toll of an already abbreviated love life. Somehow Brim found nothing unusual about her last comment. She was that sort of person. Besides, he reminded himself, this was simply a social occasion shared between two professionals. But, oh, how he wished he could satisfy that particular area of her needs! savored her oval face, her loose curls, her sulky eyes- now even sulkier as fatigue and the meem took effect. And he drew her out, learned what be could of her life, family, loves-from her days as a little girl. She spoke freely, clearly relishing the memories of carefree dalliances before the war. Brim smiled with her, but somehow words were bittersweet in his ears. Then, suddenly she looked about the wardroom. His eyes followed. Except for Grimsby's spectral presence in the pantry, they were alone. Margot glanced down at her timepiece and shut her eyes. "Oh, Universe, Wilf," she whispered. "I'm oh duty in less five metacycles. I've got to go-now!" She touched his hand and drew his eyes to hers. "Thank you for a beautiful break ma long tour of duty," she whispered. "'Rarely, rarely, comest thou,/Spirit of Delight!/Wherefore host thou left me now/Many a day and night?'"
!!!!As he helped her into her Fleet Cloak, Brim found his mind a poetic blank. "All I can think of right now are my own words," he stammered. "But I need to tell you that-that this evening has made some of the tough parts of my life suddenly well worth living through." For a few moments of absolute unreality, he stood so close he nearly touched her. And found his carefully nurtured professional attitude was rapidly evaporating with each passing cycle. Then, from nowhere, Grimsby appeared again, this time with Brim's own Fleet Cloak. It broke the spell. "M-Many thanks, Grimsby," the Carescrian stammered, looking perplexedly at the strange little man. Yes," Grimsby agreed with a warm smile. "She is lovely, isn't she, sir?" Then he saluted and scuttled off toward the pantry. Margot looked at him and smiled sleepily. "I shouldn't begin to question him, were I you, Wilf," she giggled. "This old Universe has always contained its share of magic.--Grimsby's clearly a part of that." So are you, Margot," Brim whispered as he followed her into the companionway. What was that?" she asked. Nothing," Brim replied. "Just saying good night to (3rimsby." Outside, the wind had abated somewhat, but the cold nearly deprived Brim of his breath while they picked their way over the icy brow. In the snow-strewn mist at the breakwater, they stopped outside little skimmer. I'm glad I scheduled you last, Wilf," she said-almost disconcertedly. You did that on purpose?" he asked. smiled. "My professional secret," she said. "But aside from missing all important data I took from you, I might also have missed pleasure of these last few metacycles with
you, mightn't I?" Brim looked down at his boots. "Yes," he admitted. "I would never have dared to even ask you to drink with me." He shook his head and shrugged. "So many other officers must want..." She put a gloved finger to his lips. "The Universe doesn't have many Wilf Brims to offer," she said. "Let me choose my friends. All right?" All right," agreed with a smile. He opened the door her skimmer in a shower of tiny snowflakes that tingled against his face and flashed in the dim light of Truculent's battle lanterns. slid into the seat, then looked him in the eye once more. "We don't have many people here who recite poetry, either, so don't be a stranger, Wilf." She tilted her head slightly. "Soon," added, then shut the door. I promise," he said. Moments later, the little machine trembled into life and shook itself snow. Then it rose and skimmed off over drifts, lights beaming through tendrils of fog. Brim stared silently at the point where it disappeared a long time before trudged thoughtfully back to the starship. A bloody real princess-and he didn't even care. A fitful night ensued as Brim tossed endlessly in his narrow bunk while his timepiece metered away the early morning watch. When occasionally he could trick himself into something resembling sleep, he was beset by further dream sequences with Margot-whose beauty remained frustratingly untouchable (for one reason or another), but who was at least now unencumbered by Baron Rogan LaKarn. When more commonly he couldn't sleep at all, he lay staring at the dark ceiling attempting to convince himself his impossible relationship
this beautiful young noblewoman was nothing more than a friendship growing naturally out of some shared professionalism. !!!! "Shared professionalism." The term pleased him-a good foundation for a friendship, even with a royal princess so far above his station she ought rightly to be completely out of sight. It explained everything. Made it all right. Eventually, he did succumb to a deeper sleep, but it lasted only in to the first portion of the morning watch: two metacycles at most-then chimes woke him, directing his attention to his. message frame, which announced a wardroom meeting for officers in twenty cycles. Sleepily, he pulled on his uniform. "Shared professionalism," he thought while he polished his boots. Well, if that's what it was, then it was clearly his turn to get them together. Muzzily, he combed the knots from his thick black hair. What did one do with royalty? He shook his head and chuckled. This time, he'd have improvise as he went because the average Carescrian simply wasn't outfitted with that kind of knowledge, at least as standard equipment. Then he smiled. Yet... I shall detain you only a few moments," a smiling Collingswood called out from the head of table. "I know everyone is as anxious to be about their business..." merest blush of color rose high in her cheeks, "as am I." A joshing kind of rustle swept the table, punctuated by, "Hear, Hear!" and, "Good on you, Captain!" Brim looked down the table while the small stir settled. Nik sat to his right, outfitted in his usual finery, the heel of one expensive-looking boot hooked to the front of his chair, hands folded across a sturdy Bear ankle. At the opposite end of table from Collingswood, Amherst sat imperiously looking neither right nor left, and to his left Gallsworthy already swayed drunkenly in his seat. Next to him, and closest to the door, a tired-looking Sophia Pym slouched in loose-jointed comfort, her red-rimmed eyes dreamily focused somewhere a long way from Truculent. We have a whole lot of repairs to put to rights this trip," Collmgswood was saying, "as all of you know so well." More laughs and comments punctuated that. "Well, they're going to make it worthwhile for us, too. This time, people, I have been notified we shall be in port for one full month-starting today. And we shall processing applications leave directly lowing this meeting." At this, the wardroom fairly erupted in cheers and applause. Nik pounded fists the table, great diamonds flashing in his fangs. Fourier and Pym slapped each other on the back, and Borodov nudged Flynn in the side with wicked look on his furry face. Only Gallsworthy seemed not to notice-a momentary cloud of sadness passed over his face. Then it was gone, replaced by the impenetrable mask of drunken indifference. Collingswood completed her presentation quickly after that finishing with the usual port announcements, duty-roster requirements (to be satisfied before any leave applications we be processed), and official Fleet notices. One of these had do with a call for volunteers-a special mission of one or another, but Brim missed most of in the chorus of hoots and general
disparagement which followed the word "volunteer." Something about a converted starliner registered in the back of his mind. I.F.S. Prosperous was it? If memory served him, a ship by that name was among the fastest in the peacetime fleet. Then the meeting was over and everyone suddenly fighting over the duty roster. !!!! Brim walked quickly past the happy throng signing up leave. He had none coming-nor anyplace to spend it if did. Alone in his cabin, he sat before the Communicator reported in to the Base's general-availability roster for the duration of Truculent's stay in port. Dutifully removing one the Fleet's ubiquitous personal transponders from his cabin he sent in its serial number, activated power for one stand month, then swallowed the tiny device and waited. "Recorded and verified, Lieutenant Brim," the Communicator said. "We shall be in touch if necessary." So much for that. Within the metacycle, Brim was on Truculent's bridge once again, watching a husky, broad- shouldered tug materialize out of a thick fog to tow the destroyer to one of the inland repair pools. Collingswood had long since signed her over to the base repair organizations and would not return for at least two weeks. For that matter, nearly all rest of the officers were gone, too. Only Ursis remained with the ship to rum the in center gravity generator while the ship was towed-and even he was scheduled depart with Borodov when that was done. The Bear watched approvingly while the tug's crew grappled on to Truculent's hull with the huge mooring beams the little ships seemed to use whether they needed them or not. One would think we displaced as much as Benwell," the Bear chuckled as Truculent was eased backward off her gravity pool. So long as he drives us to the repair pool and not me," Brim laughed, "can use real rope for all I care-I can't keep track the silly rules they've got for overland running." In no time at all, their original mooring was swallowed in fog. Brim watched silence from the bridge as occasional buoys passed below in the swirling wake generator's footprint on the water. Then they slowed and passed between two great, age-blackened stone pylons, and ice-filled water of the basin was abruptly replaced by grimy, dirt-tracked shipyard snow. The tug was soon towing them over a pair of glowing rails, for the kind Brim had followed on his arrival base. And he Gimmas Haefdon had meanwhile transformed itself into a disjoint parade of weathered buildings, suddenly looming gantries, and dismantled starships, which appeared and faded in the grayness as destroyer glided backward in swirling mists. Here and there, they saw trackside parties of grinning, heavily bundled workmen who alternately held their ears and waved as ships rumbled past, cheering soundlessly outside destroyer's bridge. Finally, Truculent jolted a stop on a pool surrounded by a forest of towering cranes and dozens of new umbilicals to sustain the ship's logic systems while her main power supply was shunted elsewhere for diagnostics. Ursis no sooner shut down center generator than a monstrous brow gently latched
aboard, and presently the bridge filled with a rowdy gaggle of rough-hewn shipyard engineers tad and technicians. !!!!"I shall offer my farewell here, Wilf Ansor," Ursis said gravely. "I would remain, but I am sure you understand one takes leave when he can." He solemnly raised a long finger. "'Dark snow and thrice-frozen lamps beckon old Bears and cubs alike to caves in the Great Vastness,' as the saying goes," he observed. Brim smiled and put his hand on the Bear's shoulder. "I think I understand, Nik," he said. "And thanks for the thought." Ursis bowed formally. "Besides," he said, "Borodov and I have a. . ." he frowned, 'feeling, shall we say, that you will not lack for companionship if last night is indication." Last night?" The Bear merely laughed as he peered through the Hyperscreens, then nodded toward the breakwater where an elegant chauffeur-driven skimmer had drawn up opposite the gate. Borodov," he pronounced, grinning now. "We shall talk again, eh?" He clapped Brim on his arm. "Enjoy Princess Effer'wyck, my good friend. She is known among Bears as a fine young woman-in spite of her royal blood." Then he was gone. In a few cycles, Brim watched him stride across the brow toward the waiting skimmer, six great traveling cases bobbing along in his wake. Soon after Borodov's massive skimmer disappeared into a new snowstorm, Truculent's bridge became a confused mass of incomprehensible voices and engineering babble until Brim could stand it no more and escaped to the relative tranquillity of his cabin. While these crews were on the jab, Truculent, or at least Truculent he knew, would cease to exist. With little to occupy normally busy mind, his thoughts returned quickly to Margot-and the promise had made her. He frowned. Well, why not? He reached for Communicator- then shook his head, suddenly unsure of himself: wardroom parties were one thing, but right now, he didn't even have the prospect a wardroom, much less another party. What would he say to her? One didn't just invite someone to visit a gravity pool! And he knew nothing about rest of Gimmas Haefdon-or bow to entertain a full-blooded princess. He laughed. He didn't have to know anything about either, for Macgot Effer'wyck did. She'd been around bloody base for years now! Screwing up his courage once more, he activated COMM. switched his way around the Threat Assessment Division (Universe, but they were secure!). At some length, her face appeared in the display. Wilf" she said, brushing aside a stray curl. "How nice. I hoped I'd hear from you." warmth of her smile managed calm him before her physical beauty made a gawking schoolboy of him again. He laughed. "I hoped you'd hope," he quipped. "Now, all I have to do is find something to say next." Margot grinned. "Hmm," she said. Perhaps I can help. What was it you had in mind?" Actually," Brim answered, "I had you in mind." Well," Margot said with a look of mock thoughtfulness, "you have come to right person, then." thought so," Brim said. "Perhaps, then, you tell me how I might suggest another evening together." smiled again, her heavy-lidded eyes alive with warmth and humor. "That's not difficult," she said. You could ask me to supper-I'm quite available for something like that." She winked. "Including tonight." felt his heart skip a beat.
!!!! "Universe," he stammered, "I'd love that-but I have no idea where." I see," Margot said in mock seriousness. "Well, were such an invitation tendered, I should be glad to take care of the other details-including transportation." Brim laughed. "I was going to cross the transportation bridge when I got to it," he admitted. Gets cold around here for a lot of Walking," Margot asserted. "But, then, I haven't been invited anywhere, either." You did say tonight, didn't you?" Brim asked, hardly willing to believe his ears. Well, I am free." Would you. . .?" Wilf, swear I thought you'd never ask." Universe." Pick you up right after the third watch-does that sound all right?" she asked. - Rebuild pool 581," Brim answered, regaining some control of himself. know," she said. "Bring an appetite." Then she was gone. Grinning to himself, shook his head happily. Whatever else she might turn out to be, Margot Effer'wyck also a whole new set of rules. He looked forward to learning as many as he could. By precisely the end of the third watch, Brim had carefully picked his way over the icy surface of the repair pool's monster brow and now stood impatiently on a platform before the mail gate. Light snow was falling, and for the first time he could recall, the wind was still. Even Gimmas Haefdon had its peaceful moments-but not many. She arrived only slightly late-Brim was checking his timepiece for the ten-thousandth time when headlights glowed softly down the road. Moments later, her well-used little skimmer was hovering at the platform. Hungry?" she asked when he settled into the seat beside her. He nodded. With the hood of her cape back over her shoulders, she looked tired, relaxed, and ravishing. Brim felt his breath quicken. "Where are you taking me?" he asked in mock- frightened innocence. looked his way for a moment. "A favorite place of mine," she answered. "1 think you'll like it, too-and it's not too far, either." They were soon off the main highway and climbing a gentle grade over what guessed once a country road, now buried irals deep in Haefdon's everlasting snow. On either side, tall, tangled forms of ancient trees wound themselves into a sinuous wall of bare branches draped by garlands of snow-mute reminders of summers now lost forever as the dimming star Gimmas continued its long march toward ultimate death. Ahead, at the summit, soft lights shone in glittering circles through gentle snowfall. It must have been beautiful once," Brim pronounced, looking out at dark landscape. still has its beauty, Wilf," she said quietly. "You've got to look for it, though." She smiled. "'Spirit who sweepest the wild Harp of time/it is most hard, with an untroubled ear/Thy
dark inwoven harmonies to hear!'" They glided through an ornate metal gate set in a high stone arch-a huge lantern at its center illuminated the swept cobblestones of a spacious courtyard. She brought the skimmer to a halt before a mossy stone building with a great vaulted entrance whose dark wooden doors were covered by intricate carvings. Over these, a ponderous sign hung from stout chains below an age-bleached yardarm set into the stone. "MERMAID TAVERN," it read, "ESTABLISHED 51690"-nearly three hundred of Gimmas Haefdon's long years in the past. !!!!"Universe," Brim whispered in a hushed voice as he peered up at the snow-covered jumble of steep peaked roofs and tall stone chimneys. Huge wooden beams appeared everywhere, in every architectural capacity imaginable, each carved in bas-relief with shapes of strange animals and birds. Translucent first-floor windows glowed warmly in the darkness; here and there, a softer light emanated from the upper floors. Like it?" Margot asked softly, her voice soft in the stillness of the tiny passenger compartment. Brim could only nod emotionally. Wait till you see the inside," she said, smiling. Still shaking his head, Brim opened the door and stepped cold air scented with the sharp spice of wood smoke. Snow tingling on his nose and cheeks, he held the opposite door -while she stepped out, a long, shapely leg escaping from her slit skirt in a giddy flash of white. Brim felt himself blush as his breath caught in his throat. Then all too soon she was on her feet, Fleet cape wrapped demurely around her. She smiled impishly. "Did that pass inspection?" she asked, eyes sparkling with good humor. felt his face flush anew-thanking providence for the darkness. "I suppose I'm sorry I stared," he stammered in embarrassment. "I'd forgotten the uniform included anything like a dress gown." Then he chuckled. "And, yes," he admitted, "you certainly pass any inspection I'll ever give." In that case, I shall take it as a compliment," she said, wrinkling her nose and smiling. "I always did have great legs." Then she started for the entrance, Brim trailing in utter disarray. He opened one of huge wooden doors-it moved silently on massive hinges so perfectly balanced he thought for moment it might be servo-activated. Then he smiled to himself as he helped her over the high stone stoop. No automatics here. In a place like the Mermaid Tavern, servomechanisms would be an intrusion. Inside, with the doors closed, the spicy odor of burning wood was much stronger-an impossible luxury here on Gimmas Haefdon, where the last tree must have died a hundred years in-past. They were standing in a dark room with a low, beamed ceiling rough- textured walls decorated with ancient landscapes mounted in massive frames. Flickering candelabra softly illuminated stout wooden furniture, richly patterned carpets, and a gleaming stone floor. Liveried domestics long, ornate coats with oversized golden cuffs collars materialized from nowhere and quietly helped them from their Fleet capes, then disappeared into one of many doorways leading from the room in all directions. - Good evening, Princess Effer'wyck, Lieutenant Brim," a voice' said softly from beside high wooden desk half hidden in the darkness. "We are most gratified you have chosen the Mermaid Tavern." Brim frowned as he turned to face the speaker. Like the domestics of his employ, the steward of the Mermaid Tavern wore a long red coat with oversized cuffs and collar. There however, resemblance ended. If by no other means, he
was utterly distinguished by an explosion of curly white hair that reached all the way to his shoulders. A veritable landslide of ruffled lace separated lavishly embroidered lapels, and his silken breeches were white as his hair. Huge golden buckles decorated his gleaming shoes. He spoke with the guarded, inexpressive mien of those used to dealing with wealth and power-no trace of subservience, only a practiced grace and an unerring precognition of what people expected. - - !!!!Brim nodded silently when the man offered his arm to Margot. The place made him remotely uncomfortable-though he couldn't pinpoint the reason why. He had the feeling it had more to do with his Carescrian background than anything else. He followed -them through another of the many doors into a second candle-lit room with a low ceiling and exquisitely carved beams. The tables were placed on islands of rich-looking carpet where shadowed couples sat close by each other in the soft warmth-here and there, he glimpsed badges of unimaginable rank. Eight formal musicians in black ruffles played quietly from a raised dais in the center of the room. They made a sound of such exquisite elegance Brim was reminded of his visits to Collingswood's cabin. Perhaps the same music-or composer? He listened, enraptured. Another kind poetry, he guessed. It would bear study someday-if he survived the war. The shadow of Valentin's face suddenly intruded in his mind, and his skin prickled with remembered agony. .He gritted his teeth. Before he might involve himself in anything so beautiful as music, he would first have to deal with that evil zukeed and a lot more like him. Then he grimaced to himself and forced the anger from his mind. Tonight... Tonight, there was Margot. And he didn't intend to share her with anyone in any way-especially Leaguers! quiet music blended with the murmur of intimate conversation and the gentle, ringing assonance of goblets. At the far end of the room, huge growing logs blazed in a high stone fireplace. Delicate odors of spice and rich perfume blended with the smooth effervescence of meem, hogge'poa, and burning wood, the whole muzzy atmosphere creating an aura of absolute luxury Brim found difficult to believe. steward assisted Margot into a high-backed chair at a table close to the warmth of the fireplace-the other was placed so the table's occupants were compelled to sit together facing the fire. Somehow, the whole arrangement gave an illusion of privacy. Once they were seated, it almost as if they occupied a warm, spice-laden room all their own. In softly flickering firelight, Margot's lovely oval face seemed even more beautiful than ever-her moist red lips and sleepy eyes more desirable than any he could remember, or imagine. "You're quiet, Wilf," she said with smiling frown. "Is there something wrong?" No," Brim answered bemusedly. "Nothing's wrong at all. It's more like nothing has ever been quite so right." 'That's good," she said, closing her eyes and leaning back in her chair. "It's awfully nice for me, too." She smiled. "'All precious things discover'd late,/To those who seek them issue forth.'" nodded. "'For life in sequel works with fate,/And flings the veil from hidden worth' Latmos the Elder always did write your kind of verse, you know," he added. Margot kissed her fingertips in admiration. "My kind?" she asked. Well," Brim said, "so much you as I know." She blushed. "I'm terribly honored," she said. You should be," be commented, watching a domestic serve from a dust-covered bottle Logish meem. "He wrote for no one else but you-and did so more than five hundred years before you were born. Makes you quite social, you know."
!!!!She laughed. "You're pretty special yourself, Lieutenant Brim. And you don't even need Latmos." "Me?" You," Margot affirmed. She frowned. "You know, Wilf, I haven't beard a word from you about what you really went through out there-only the technical detail." She raised her eyebrows and moved her face close to his. "Anybody else would still be crowing about how brave be was." Brim snorted. "Nothing much to brag about," he said. 'They beat me up same, and we lost the merchantman we went after in the first place." You did have something to do with stopping the corvette, though." Well," Brim admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. "Yes, I suppose I did. But anyone could probably have done the same. The brave ones were Ursis and Barbousse-they started the commotion that let me get away." laughed-a wonderful, honest laugh Brim wished he could somehow keep going for the rest of his life. "Wilf Brim," she declared, you are impossible. Nothing to it, eh?" Now it was Brim's turn to laugh. "Well," he said, "I had to let one of them shoot me, if I remember correctly." Her face was suddenly serious, and she brought her face close to his again. "That's what I mean," she said. You are special. Do you have any idea how many people wear the Fleet uniform-call themselves Blue Capes-and never even hear a shot fired. People like me, Wilf." Wait a cycle," Brim protested suddenly. "Getting shot at or not getting shot at has little to do with much of anything. It just turns that I fly starships pretty well. And people naturally shoot at starships-big targets." He shrugged, looking her in her sleepy eyes. "If I could do something else better, they'd probably have me doing that." Macgot sighed. "I stand by my words, Mr. Brim," she said. "You are impossible." She smiled sleepily, her face soft in the firelight. "Given sufficient impossible people, we might even win this awful war." Later, they dined sumptuously on food Brim recently thought be would never live to savor again. And they talked-about starships, the war, poetry, and love. But as the evening passed, they settled more on matters of love. For a while, Margot drew him out, listening to his words a faraway look in her eyes. Later, she spoke of her own first lover. "I was terribly fortunate," she told him, her eyes focused across unbridgeable gulfs of space and time. "He had so much love to give. So gentle..." felt a thickness in his throat. He knew he would carry her words to the end of his days- and an irrational jealousy be would never manage to overcome. Without thinking, he took her hand-'then panicked when he realized what had done. To his surprise, she responded with her own hand, then looked silently into his eyes. It was suddenly difficult to breathe in the tropical wash of her perfume. She was speaking as she squeezed his hand. She bad a confused look in sleepy eyes. "I hardly know you, Wilf," was saying hesitantly. "What's the matter with me?" Then she closed her eyes and shook head-but kept her tight grip on his hand. In a moment, she seemed to regain herself and took deep breath. "Hello, Lieutenant Brim," she said huskily as she opened her eyes. Hello;" Brim answered. He took her other hand, oblivious to anyone else in the room, then abruptly threw caution to. winds. "I noticed they have rooms upstairs," be said. "Should people find themselves, ah..." 0-Overcome... ." she stammered.
!!!! "Yes. By, ah, whatever," Brim finished. She laughed suddenly. "'Whatever,"' she repeated. "I hate that terrible word, Wilf. My mother used it when she wanted to avoid me." She drained her goblet. "And, yes," she said, bringing her face close to his. "They do have rooms upstairs." Then she looked at her hands as if she were afraid to say the rest. Brim never wanted anyone the way he wanted Margot Effer'wyck now-ever in his life. He squeezed her hand, took a film grip on his fast eroding emotions. "Th-Then..." he stammered shakily, "then, would you... ?" Before could finish, he was stopped in midsentence by a hand on his shoulder, and taken completely by surprise, he turned in the seat, heart pounding, to confront the tavern's white-haired steward. A thousand pardons, Lieutenant Brim," the man whispered. "Your transponder." Sweet thraggling Universe," Brim swore fiercely under his breath. The thrice-xaxtdamned personal transponder he'd swallowed! He closed his eyes in total and absolute defeat. "Wry -well," he said with resignation. "Let's have the bad news." The steward handed him a tiny message packet, which he authenticated with a fingerprint and placed in his ear. You are summoned immediately to I.F.S. Prosperous," it said, "at emergency priority. Your kit is already packed and delivered from Truculent." I deeply regret the intrusion, Princess Effer'wyck," the -steward said as he turned to leave. "We had no choice." 'I understand," Margot answered with a wry look. Then she turned to Brim. "What?" she asked. I.F.S. Prosperous," Brim whispered. "I've been summoned." With an incredulous look in her eyes, Margot suddenly dissolved into giggles. "A transponder?" she asked incredulously. "You really swallowed one of those things, didn't you?" Yeah," Brim admitted, cheeks burning from sudden embarrassment. Oh, Wilf," exclaimed. Didn't anybody tell you?" No," be admitted. "I haven't been around long enough to learn much of anything that's not in a textbook." shook her head. "Well," she said, "you've just had lesson one." She smiled sadly. 'There's no getting out of priority emergency. At least none I know." She squeezed his hand for a moment more, then gently withdrew. "I can probably save you a few steps in my skimmer. We Assessment types get cleared for all sorts of strange places." They were on their way back down the tree-lined road in a matter of cycles. No sooner had swung onto causeway than the Mermaid Tavern, the fire, everything but the woman herself quickly faded to an aura of unreality. Even with shared expenses, he'd never before spent so much for a single meal- nor been a position where be could. He had no illusions about why everything bad gone so well. The name Effer'wyck was
well known-often feared-all over the galaxy and beyond. But she'd never mentioned it. He smiled to himself. This beautiful young woman had no need to try to impress anyone; she simply did. !!!!The wind had picked up considerably since the third watch, and she drove skillfully in the gusts, picking her way among rapidly forming snowdrifts. Now, it was she who was strangely silent when they quit the main thoroughfare, this time for a side road crowded with heavily loaded vehicles of all kinds. She drew to a stop before one of a dozen heavily guarded sentry booths and offered her ID card. It flashed an unusual color passing through their reader (which it did, Brim noticed, with singular ease). "I'm delivering Lieutenant Brim," she said simply as she handed his card through the window after her own. Both were returned with a half-heard, 'Thank you, Princess," then they were waved through into the milling confusion of the loading complex. "It's been a wonderful evening, Margot," Brim said lamely as she drove carefully through, the crowded system of ramps leading to the 'midships brow. Beyond, a mammoth liner floated on a gravity pool of truly heroic proportions-easily five or six times the size of those in the Eorean starwharves. The Fleet's ebony hullmetal could by no means hide her thoroughbred lines. She was Prosperous, all right. More than 950 graceful irals of blue riband starliner-with speed and power in her gigantic bull to outrun all but the fastest warships. Margot stopped the skimmer short of orderly mob passing through the gate, then turned his way, face softly lighted by the instruments. Her heavy-lidded eyes were moist, and she had a serious appearance that Brim had never seen before. It was a wonderful evening, Wilf," she said. She blew her nose softly on a lace handkerchief. "And I think I owe you an apology. I'm afraid I let things get way out of band back there." We both did," Brim agreed. "But then, nothing really came of it, either." No," she said quietly. "But you don't understand..." I don't want to understand anything," Brim asserted suddenly, surprised at the force of his own voice. "I want your lips, Margot-after that, we can reset and start over again. But I want a kiss from you more than anything else in the Universe." Without a word, she was in his arms, her lips pushing eagerly against his, wet and open-and hungry. Her breath was sweet in his nostrils as she clung to him, big in his arms; an ample woman. Their teeth touched for an instant, and be opened his eyes-hers opened too, blurred out of focus before they gently closed again. He felt her tremble, then her grip suddenly loosened. She took a great gulp of air, and he released her. They sat in panting silence for a moment, Brim's heart pounding all out of control. th-think I'd better go right now, Wilf," Margot said in a shaken voice. "My 'reset' is going to be difficult enough as it is." Opening the door the skimmer to the noisy bustle and confusion outside, be nodded wordlessly and jumped to the snow, touching his fingers his lips. She returned the salute as be gently pressed the door closed, then moved off in a cloud of snow and was quickly lost in throng of vehicles. With an unaccountably heavy heart, Brim pushed his way through the crowd toward guard shack where someone who looked very much like Utrillo Barbousse waited with a familiar battered traveling case. Barbousse?"
!!!!The huge starman saluted as Brim stepped into the lighted area at the entrance to the brow. "Lieutenant (3allsworthy thought you might need some assistance, Lieutenant, sir," he shouted above the noise of the big ship's generators. "An' I hadn't made plans for the layover, so I took the liberty of signing on the cruise with you." He handed Brim the side-action blaster. "It's the kind mission you might be needin' this." Brim shook his head and grinned with honest appreciation. He clapped the big starman on shoulder (which felt like Octillian shore granite). "Let's be on our way, then, Barbousse, my friend," he said. "It's becoming very clear I have an awful lot to learn about the Fleet-and everything else as well." Baldwin, Bill - The Helmsman Chapter 5 THE HELMSMAN BY BILL BALDWIN CHAPTER 5 Swept along in the lines of soldiers and military vehicles coursing up the wide lanes of the brow, Brim and Barbousse caught only glimpses of the great starliner as she hovered on her monster gravity pool. She seemed to stretch for c'lenyts on either side, and lighted only by the weak glow from beneath, she still looked splendid. Her forward deck tapered gently upward from a conoid bow to a high, rakish super-structure surmounted by two enormous KA'PPA beacons and a dwarfed control bridge, the latter providing the ship with a nearsighted and, to some extent, surprised expression overall. The remainder of the wide, shallow hull-at least three-quarters of her overall length-appeared to be covered by cascading Hyperscreen terraces, which gleamed brightly from within as the big ship loaded. Below, streams of tarpaulin-covered cargo lumbered along under lights of at least a dozen cargo-level brows-Brim glimpsed giant cargo tractors levitating a line of self-propelled disruptor cannon into an access hatch deep in the hull. Enormous machines. A great turrent squatted on each flattened hull, ridiculously small for the apparent weight it bore, and angular glassed-in driving cabins projected awkwardly like after-thoughts from forward port and aft starboard corners. Inboard these, massive cooling systems were ample proof of the prodigious energy required to fire the thick, stubby disruptors that protruded from turrets. What do you make of those?" he asked Barbousse, nodding toward big vehicles crawling below. Captured fieldpieces, by the looks of 'em, sir," the big I rating answered. No wonder they looked strange," Brim remarked. "Won't they be a surprise to a couple of Leaguers somewhere." Barbousse laughed as they crested the uphill portion of brow. "Serve Triannic right to have those turned against him, Lieutenant. Nine-Ks are mean weapons, I've heard. Big, but exact for all their size. Use 'em for knockin' armored vehicles around, as I hear it. Like tanks and things." Suddenly the whole ship was spread before them. Brim shook his head in wonder, imagining how she might have appeared before the war-hullmetal in brilliant white and the legendary IGL logo shining ostentatiously on her bridge. "She must have been beautiful," he
whispered, literally stunned by the immensity of the gigantic machine floating before him. !!!! "Aye, sir," Barbousse agreed beside him. "Another world all by herself, so they say." Not a Carescrian's world, you can bet," Brim said as they continued their journey down the other side of the brow toward the main aperture 'midships. Nor mine, Lieutenant," Barbousse said, then he chuckled. "But in the Fleet she belongs to all of us, in a manner of speakin'. War has a funny way of redistributing the wealth." Even stripped of peacetime luxury. Prosperous' Grand Receiving Lobby was everything Brim expected-and more: spacious pillared concourse with wide, arched corridors leading off in all directions to other parts of the ship. Tracks glowed everywhere in the deck, and they guided dozens of hooting trains piled high with military luggage pushing slowly through the noisy crowds. The air was alive with the smell of excitement, and everyone seemed to have somewhere important to go-although it was not at all clear any of them knew precisely where that somewhere might be located. In the center of the lobby, a crew of harried-looking clericals toiled desperately within the perimeter a huge circular desk, fielding questions, peering into half a hundred terminals, and generally assisting the mob of newcomers struggling into the ship. It was here Brim and Barbousse found themselves separated, the latter assigned to a damage-control unit, Brim to Flight Operations. I'll keep an eye on you, sir, just the same," Barbousse said, voice raised to make himself heard in the crowd. "When you want me, just ask any of the ratings." Then he was gone, pushing his way confidently toward one of the large companionways as if he had been assigned to the mammoth starship all his life. Brim smiled as big man disappeared in the crowd. Prosperous was a large ship, with a lot strangers on board-a likely place for feeling lonely. He laughed to himself-before Truculent, he hadn't really thought that much about loneliness; he'd been simply used to it. Now... It was nice to have around. Someone from home, so to speak. You'll want check in with Flight Ops," a bucktoothed rating with narrow eyes and a long nose said as she handed him back his identification. Her perfume suggested crushed ca'omba cookies, somehow. "Fifth level, zone 75-catch the 16-E tram, Lieutenant. Concourse 3." She pointed vaguely across room. "One comes by every few cycles during loading operations." nodded and started through the crowd, chuckling himself. So far as he could remember, this would one his very first rides in a shipboard tram. All the really big ships had them, course-even giant Carescrian ore carriers. The big difference was that presumably ones on Prosperous worked! Oh, you're welcome on the bridge anytime, old boy," said a youngish-looking lieutenant commander wearing prominent Ka'LoomKA signet rings (one which gave his name as "C. A. Sandur"). With a bulbous nose, pursed lips, and enormous gray eyes, his round face wore a perpetual look pleased astonishment. "But probably you'll never touch a control," he added
uncomfortably. "Pity they dragged you along at all. You're clearly dressed as if you had better plans for the evening." !!!!"I did, Commander," Brim answered, looking bleakly around the spacious cabin-everything was big on this ship. "I'm replacing someone suddenly ill, is that it?" That seems to be the drill," Sandur said. Just my luck," Brim grumped, thinking of a warm room in a warm tavern with a warm Margot. "All that trouble and now I've got nothing to do. Sir." The woman you are replacing had nothing to do, either, if it makes you feel any better," Sandur answered patiently. "She was just a temporary Helmsman like yourself. We always I have full crews of IGL people to man this particular liner-same ones who fly her in peacetime. Like myself." He snorted humorlessly. "Yet the movers and shakers in your Admiralty I think we need Fleet types to help us run our own equipment now they've got a war." He shook his head in good-natured frustration. "It's not as if we hadn't been piloting this elegant rustbucket for close to seven years now." Then he laughed amiably. "But that isn't fault, is it, Brim? Any more than it is my fault you find yourself here. Is there anything I can I do to make your stay more, ah..." I'll say there is," Brim piped up. "Sir," he added quickly. "They called me out so quickly, nobody told me anything about the mission." Sandur shook his head. "Oh, my," be said sympathetically. "They really did the job on you, didn't they, Brim?" He laughed. "Well, that seems about the very least I can do." He swept his Fleet Cloak from a nearby recliner and fastened it around his neck with an expensive-looking- and very nonstandard-collar clasp. "Why don't you follow me up to the bridge? We can observe the takeoff from there, and then I shall tell you what I know." Less than a metacycle later, Brim watched Gimmas Haefdon recede in the aft Hyperscreens from a disappointingly normal looking control bridge. He chuckled to himself-wondering why he'd expected anything special about Prosperous. Bridges were, after all, bridges-some larger than others, but in-most aspects alike as so many shells on a beach. Another study in relativity, he decided while he settled down to his first details of the mission code-named "Raid Prosperous." As Sandur put things, the operation had been sorely needed for a long time now. A'zurn, a mild, lushly vegetated world on edge of Galactic Sector 944-E had been violently seized by the League at the outset of the war. The solitary planet and the star that gave it sustenance lay directly astride one of the principal thoroughfares in Triannic's TimeWeed trade. Location itself made the illegal seizure one of military as well as social necessity-at least way the Leaguers saw things. To provide a modicum of propriety in which to wrap this outright rape of a blameless republic (and longtime ally of the Empire), Triannic immediately constructed a network of sixteen research centers within the capital city of Magalla'ana. Then he broadcast far wide that new facilities would be dedicated beneficial purposes-ridding primitive worlds of viral diseases that threatened their most promising life forms. Of course, nobody believed a word-weapons testing is difficult to conceal anywhere. And all sixteen centers were successful from the outset: so much so that destruction of network soon became an obsession with Imperial war planners everywhere. But the Leaguers stayed one step ahead. They cleverly used A'zurnian natives (a race of flighted humanoids) for on-site laborers and hostages-with the latter function more vital than the first. While big, starship- mounted disruptors could easily wipe out the whole research network without even coming into orbit around A'zurn, they could not do so without slaughtering thousands of innocents
imprisoned directly within each of the sixteen target areas. Only if the hostages could first be evacuated to safety could the Fleet destroyers accomplish their- mission. Essentially, that called for sixteen individual ground forays-closely followed by sixteen individual destroyer strikes. The necessity of coordinating all the diverse units necessary to field such a complex operation eventually led to Raid Prosperous, hosted by Imperial Fleet Operations and implemented as a joint effort by the tradition-steeped Imperial Avalonian Expeditionary Forces, units of the Nineteenth and Twenty-fifty Destroyer Flotillas, and His Majesty's Royal Transport Command, whose temporarily Blue-Caped IGL employees operated Prosperous in war as they did in peace. !!!!During the last day out, Brim audited a series of briefings conducted by native A'zurnian officers: onetime diplomats and military attaches stationed in Avalon at the outbreak of war who found themselves unable to return home before their dazed government capitulated. Even Carescrian children got to study pictures of A'zumians-everyone in the Universe did, it seemed. But Brim had never yet encountered one in real life. Close up, they were stunning. Men and women alike were tall, barrel-chested individuals who dressed in wonderfully old- fashioned regimentals: tight gray tunics with twelve golden frogs, crimson collars (elaborately embroidered), gold epaulets, and dark knee breeches with crimson side stripes, and light- weight, knee-high flying boots. The uniforms cast an odd but beguiling grandeur wherever they appeared. From the front, A'zurnians were normal enough humanoids, resembling most all space-traveling sentients encountered so far. From the back, however, their wings-really a second, very specialized set of arms-set them apart from all the rest. Midway between shoulders, their tunics opened accommodate a down-covered, pillow-sized lump common to all adult A'zurnians known as a "tensil." This protrusion (manifesting itself at puberty) covered an outgrowth the reflexive nervous system which automatically coordinated the complex motions of feather and flesh necessary for flight. From each side of the tensil, great folded wings arched upward like golden cowls trailing long flight feathers in alabaster cascades that reached all the way to the floor. Brim found himself awe-struck. The briefings themselves were well prepared and easy to understand. Careful lectures from a whole staff of experts gave Brim details of the landscape and climate, planetary transportation system, Magalla'ana city layout (including locations of the target research nodes), and known effects of the League occupation. This last subject was covered by a tall female with the huge eyes and large retinas a born hunter-she instantly captured Brim's imagination. Her presentation, however, drove all thought of pleasantries from his mind, for 'she described an A'zurn that suffered mightily under Triannic's iron fist. As she explained it, League soldiers intended no special malice toward their A'zurnian thralls, but net effect was much the same as if they did. Triannic's military structures were specially designed to stifle independent thought of any kind. Pragmatic rules covered everything-including how conquered peoples were to be governed. So, when the fragile A'zurnians were subjected to the same general treatment that subdued a planet of sturdy warriors like the seven-iral giants of Coggl'KANs, their hollow bones and fragile wings literally tended to crumple and shatter upon contact. Broken extremities were so common fully a quarter A'zurnian population was known to have succumbed in first two years occupation alone. And if this were not enough, the feared black-suited Controllers (who were occasionally permitted to think) soon discovered it was much more convenient to
imprison A'zurnians once their wings were snapped in half just below the "elbow." Captives altered in such a fashion could then be impounded without the Leaguers' first having to construct sky barriers as well as walls. It wasn't so much cruelty that led the Controllers to devise such gross tortures-it was simple pragmatism. !!!! When the briefing ended, a much subdued Brim made straight for his stateroom and pondered the utter callousness of war. At that point, he would almost have joined the ground forces himself. Less than a day later, the big liner arrived in high orbit over A'zurn. Below, on surface, a small but highly organized A'zurn underground was already well into a noisy-and highly I successful-uprising in the distant city of Klaa'Shee to draw League occupation troops away from Magalla'ana while Imperial land forces disembarked for operations on the surface. In the air, the Imperial Fleet held complete, if temporary, command of the skies. After six years of League occupation, the A'zurnians were so totally devastated that the Controllers had seen fit to reassign all but a few surveillance warships to other occupied planets where more active opposition to League ministrations made such equipment mobs in demand. "I say, Brim," Sandur exclaimed, bursting onto the bridge where Brim idly watched a stream of shuttles ferry men and equipment toward the surface. "Someone claims they've actually got work for you down there. How does that sound?" Brim laughed. Used to constant-grueling-activity on blockade duty, he was more than halfway desperate for something to at least occupy his mind. "Where do I sign up, Commander?" he asked immediately. Well," Sandur said, smiling and cocking his head, "you won't need to sign anything. Seems they've already saved that trouble and volunteered you." smiled. "How thoughtful, sir," he chuckled. "What sort of work do they have in mind?" he asked. Sandur frowned, managing somehow to look even more surprised than normal. "I don't know, Brim," he answered. "You're to receive your orders from an Army type once you've arrived-a Colonel Hagbut, I believe." He cleared his throat. "I suppose it could be dangerous." nodded with equanimity. "Boredom can be dangerous, too, Commander," he chuckled. "I'll be packed in five cycles." grinned. "That's the spirit," he said. "And you won't go alone, either. There's the most Universe-awfully big rating who insists he travel with you." He scratched his head. Don't rightly know how he even found out about the whole thing-nor how he managed get orders cut and signed by the Captain himself But he did. Said he'd wait in the shuttle,-Brim. You Truculents stick together, don't you?" Have to, Commander," he agreed. "It's a rough war out there." Isn't it," Sandur said soberly. "And getting more so all the time, as I am about to inform you." He squared his shoulders. "Seems Triannic's occupation forces got off every broadcast for help we predicted they would. Maybe even a few more. We were pretty accurate guessing
those." He gazed thoughtfully out the Hyperscreens, drumming his fingers on a nearby console. "Unfortunately, we also predicted Triannic wouldn't be able to free up much equipment for a counterattack," he continued, "at least not before we finished most of our work." This time he ended with a grimace. !!!! "You weren't so accurate there, Commander?" Brim asked. Not quite," Sandur answered. What went wrong, sir?" Sandur laughed. "Nothing actually went wrong, my young friend. We simply did not count on Admiral Kabul Anak and his battlecruiser squadron to be in quite such close proximity." He shook his head in disgust. "You've heard of him, of course." Once or twice," Brim growled, a little girl's face flashing painfully in his mind's' eye. "And us with only destroyers..." He stared out into the starry blackness. "How long do we have, Commander?" Perhaps three standard days," Sandur said, frowning daddy. "Instead of the five Planning Ops allotted." He grimaced. "I thought I'd better let you know beforehand-because whatever you're going to accomplish down there, you'd better do it quickly. When we receive orders to move Prosperous, we'll move her-let me guarantee that. This starship is more than just a fast transport; she's considered an Imperial resource-one of the biggest and fastest liners in the Universe-but she can't fight and she can't outrun a battlecruiser. So when those orders arrive, we'll pick up whomever whatever we can on the way out-and we'll leave everything else here." He placed a hand on Brim's shoulder. "There's ample time to accomplish the destruction of the research network-that's important to the Admiralty, too. But once those objectives are accomplished-well, remember, Brim, after raid, everything is expendable except Prosperous herself." Later, the Carescrian hurried toward his cabin, chucking in spite of storm clouds gathering in the back of his mind. He could distinctly remember the Commander's original warning that-he might likely have nothing to do on this trip. Barbousse arrived on A'zurn's surface armed to the teeth. He carried two heavy-looking meson pistols on his belt and a wicked-looking curved knife strapped to the top of his right boot, this latter a splendid jeweled scabbard that glittered in the bright afternoon sunlight as he jumped to the ground from the shuttles He surveyed the noisy, crowded landing field for only a moment, then pointed to big L-181-type armored personnel carrier hovering nearby, its driver beckoning with a burly arm. "Transportation into town, Lieutenant," he announced while Brim adjusted the small knapsack attached to his battle suit. The crowded roadway was not in the best of repair, but Magalla'ana itself was beautiful, though mysteriously bereft of all but a few winged inhabitants-at least from what little Brim could see through the side port of L-18 1 as it lumbered along at high speed through equipment-crowded suburban streets. He fancied exploring its tree-shaded squares and shaggy- moss-covered carved stone spires (which looked as if they had been in place since the Universe
cooled.) Here and there they passed side lanes lined by deserted-looking homes with upper- story doors and overgrown gardens of multicolored flowers in place of roofs. Then they rattled between two heroic obelisks and out across an ornate stone bridge spanning what looked to be a major canal. Through intricate balustrades, Brim could see a great waterway fronted by palaces or at least important houses state, each terraced with I the remains of once-tended gardens, most gone wild with neglect. The burned-out wreck of a graceful water craft rose gruesome from the center of the channel like a charred finger warning. Brim grimaced sadly as they drove through more deserted streets and lanes. Heroic efforts would truly be needed -to restore this, tiny paradise to its former tranquillity-beginning with the demise of Nergol Triannic and his horde of invaders from the League. !!!!In due time, the personnel carrier rumbled to a hovering stop before a stately portico of ten ornate pillars that fronted a circular stone building topped a high, age-discolored dome. Carved two-story wooden doors provided street-level entrance through the weather-stained walls. "You'll find Colonel in there," Brim heard the driver shout to Barbousse over the noise of the traffic, "may the Universe spare you both." He laughed, then Barbousse slammed the hatch shut the L- 181 lurched into the thundering flow of traffic amid an angry blare of warning clicks from the other vehicles. Deciding to ignore the overheard warning for a time, Brim silently led the way up a broad stone staircase toward the massive doors. Under the weather-stained portico, they proffered their orders to four white-gloved guards, then stepped inside under the dome where Barbousse audibly gasped with awe. The whole structure enclosed one grand circular room lined in polished, flawlessly white stone. Elegant inlays divided the curving walls into four quadrants, and on each of these, great carved murals depicted heroic struggles between winged men dressed in ancient-looking body armor and tall, eight-legged creatures with lancelike fangs. Above these, the dome glowed from hundreds of circular doors set into its very plates, and a huge sword dangled perilously, point down, from a curious- ornamentation at very apex. The floor-swarming with people running in all directions-was constructed from the same white stone as walls and was arranged in three concentric circles, the inner two raised and surrounded by a strange carved- metal balustrade. Aisles ran straight from the mural-covered walls to a circular altar centered on inner circle. This was presently occupied by a figure in tan and red battle dress of the Imperial Army. D' you suppose that's Hagbut?" Brim asked with a shrug. Barbousse grinned. "I'd bet on it, Lieutenant." I'll be back in a cycle or so, then," Brim said, and started up one of the aisles. He was no more than a few irals past first balustrade when he was intercepted by a pink- looking civilian administrator who looked very much out of place in his ill-fitting battle suit. "Your orders, Lieutenant," he demanded officiously. Brim silently handed over his card for inspection-which was accepted as if it bore some shameful disease. You may approach the Colonel," the man said after a long pause, indicating the figure at the center of the room with a pained nod of his head. Brim's eyes met Barbousse's for a moment; then he was on his way. As he climbed second alabaster staircase, an ornate nameplate became visible on surface desk. Self- powered multicolored, the clearly expensive device flashed: Colonel (the Hon.) Gastudgon Z' Hagbut,
!!!!Xce, N.B.E., Q.O.C., Imperial Expeditionary Forces (Combat). The mustachioed figure behind the nameplate was a small, intense-looking individual of middling years who spoke as though he disliked showing his teeth. His left collar wore distinctive crossed blast pikes, which identified him as a graduate of the prestigious BDM-38 Darkhurst Academy, a close neighbor of Avalon itself. Likewise, his clearly custom-tailored battle suit and mirrorlike boots spoke of considerable wealth-wielded by a man to whom the act of commanding probably came as a natural inheritance. His red-veined face further revealed him as an officer of quick temper or little patience or I (more probably) both. As Brim approached, the man's coarse gestures to a cowed-looking subordinate gave substance to Barbousse's earlier warning that the undersized field officer ~ was known as a "cod'dlinger" (a uniquely Narkossian-91 reference to excretory organs of a local slops-yard scavenger). "I'll be sure to keep that in mind," he had assured his companion, "but I'm not sure I'll be able do anything about it." "YOU THERE!" the Colonel roared in a voice that sounded as if his mouth were open a great deal wider than it appeared. He motioned imperiously to Brim. "OVER HERE! ON THE DOUBLE!" Brim ran the last few steps, then saluted (smartly, he hoped). "Lieutenant Wilf Brim, I.F. reporting as ordered, Colonel," I he said, gazing politely up at the huge sword dangling from the center of dome. Certainly not a moment too soon," the Colonel rumbled I irately. "Where have you been?" He sat back with sour look on his pinched red face. "You Fleet types are so worthless," he observed at length, spitting noisily over the balustrade. "WELL?" remained at attention. "What can I do for the Colonel?" he asked in a respectful voice, still staring at the sword. You mean you don't know?" swallowed his embarrassment, sure every eye in the room was laughing at him. "No, sir,"' he said, looking the Colonel in the eye for the first time. "I don't." Universe," the Colonel sniffed, spitting over the balustrade again. "Well, I suppose I shall have to tell you, then-mind you, it won't be the first time I have covered for your organization's INCOMPETENCE!" spied a wiry little sergeant standing on the second ring about ten irals behind the red- faced officer. The man winked and rolled eyes toward the sky-it helped somehow. HERE," Colonel shouted, gesturing Brim's attention a display globe that suddenly materialized over a portable COMM pack. It pictured the eight captured disruptors Brim had watched being loaded aboard Prosperous. They were now resting lifelessly on the ground. "You are to take command of those League fieldpieces," he snorted. Lost all eight of my regular crews in a shuttle accident last night. Can't trust you to get anything right, can I? At any rate, I knew you've all been trained to fire a disruptor. It's probably all you can do." felt his jaw drop open. "Colonel," he stammered, "I have a lot to learn about League disruptors." Well, you'd better GET BUSY!" Colonel bellowed because those eight vehicles were starlifted all way from Gimmas Haefdon especially to protect my portion of mission from league armor. They were my idea-League vehicles will be nearly invisible counter- attacking forces looking for Imperial equipment. And all of those fieldpieces will move
out precisely two metacycles from now. UNDER-STAND?" He shot a pair of elegant battle cuffs, then raised his eyebrows as if he were reassuring a hopelessly dense child. "This is A BRILUANT INNOVATION, and you will be PROUD to have been instrumental in its trial run." !!!!Brim could only stare wide-eyed and silent in disbelief. Hagbut frowned for a moment, stared closely into Brim's eyes, then grimaced. "You really don't know anything about the job we summoned you down here for, do you?" "No, sir," Brim assured him. "I do not." laughed aloud. "I'll bet those drafted IGL people never let you in on a xaxtdamned thing, did they?" They said I'd receive my orders from you, Colonel," Brim replied flatly. regarded him bleakly. "Wonderful," he muttered. held his tongue. There was nothing more he could say. After a few moments in thought, Hagbut shrugged to himself and looked Brim directly in the eye. "YOUR XAXTDAMNED FLEET STINKS, Brim," he said with his upper lip raised. "You can't help it-and neither can I. BUT IT DOES. Luckily, your uselessness probably won't mean a thing to me this time anyway. Since the A'zurnian underground staged their big show in Klaa'Shee a couple of days ago, those rotten Leaguers hardly have anybody left in the area at all-much less tanks to fight cannon you're here to drive. All you've got to do is follow along and keep your head down when there's fighting to be done." He drummed his fingers on the altar. "For you, the mission ought to be easy as falling off a cliff. You follow us to the research center in cannon, wait out of the way while we free the hostages they've got penned up beside the main laboratory, then you call in your destroyers to blow the whole thing up once we're on our way back." He shook his head in disgust. "Do you think you can handle that much?" I shall certainly try," Brim answered.!!!!- Well," Hagbut said bleakly, at least you seem willing. It's I better than nothing, I suppose. BUT NOT MUCH." He gazed balefully across the altar, lost for a time in some inner thought. "Probably," he continued presently, "the worst part of the trip will come when we get to the hostages themselves." understand they've been pretty roughly treated." An understatement," Hagbut said with a grimace. 'Those Controllers they use as guards aren't very nice people at all even dislike coming up against them in combat," he said. "Hard to go about the job professionally-without emotion, you know." felt his eyebrow raise. "Sir?" We Army officers usually go out to fight our opposite numbers in the League," Hagbut answered, "like guards they'll have at the outer gates the whole compound. No emotion there. It's simply professional against professional; somebody wins and somebody loses. But what kind of persondo you think they have guarding the inner gates to the hostage compound? Army types? Not on your life. They'll Controllers. Bloody black-suited Controllers. And when I come up against them, then the fighting gets bitter. Because those scum of Universe deserve anything we do to them." Suddenly he stopped, looked at his shaking hand, and thrust his jaw in the air. "I don't know why I feel constrained to tell all this to you, Brim," he said. This interview is at an end." He raised a pontifical finger. "As for your cannon, I shall direct you PERSONALLY as where and when I want them fired. It will save you from overtaxing little your gray matter remains operable in your head after a tour the Fleet Academy."
He looked down his nose. "Do you have any questions, Lieutenant?" !!!! Brim stifled an urge to laugh in the man's face and nodded instead. "I do have one question, Colonel," he said. "Well? Be quick about it." Who else do you have scheduled to crew those eight field-pieces, Colonel?" he asked. "They sent only two of us down from Prosperous." Hagbut laughed triumphantly. "I ALREADY seen to that, Lieutenant," he boomed. More than one metacycle ago, I deposited EIGHT of your ordnance ratings with the disruptors to help do that." He spat again. "And since I KNEW they'd be worthless as any other Fleet type on land, I gave fourteen equally worthless extras to assist." He frowned. Those last are a BA3TLE COMM group-all women, but they're at least warm bodies, I think." guffawed without humor. "NOW GET MOVING. You've less than five metacycles to get that blasted machinery into some sort of useful operation." He turned back to the desk in a clear gesture of dismissal. saluted uselessly, then trudged back down the staircase to where Barbousse waited, a black look on his brow. Cod'dlinger," the big rating glowered in a low voice. "If you please, sir." I xaxtdamn well please," Brim grumped. "Come on. Let's see if we can find someone who knows where those mobile disruptors are. Maybe we can use one to run the bastard over once he's in the field accidentally, of course." Of course, sir," Barbousse chuckled darkly. "Accidentally, by all means." Barbousse worked his magic rapidly in the old temple and within a few cycles, he both discovered the location of the mobile disruptors and lined up another ride. Presently, the two Truculents found themselves deposited a large urban park bordering dense groves of tall, gnarled trees. Nearby, the mobile disruptors sat disconsolately on their warty rounded bottoms, leaning drunkenly at odd angles like toys discarded by some titanic child. A row of twenty-two Blue Capes dangled their legs from one of the hulls, kicking their heels against the giant cooling fins beneath, and talking excitedly. glanced at a flight of starships traveling so high he couldn't even make out what kind they were-but he could hear them. He suddenly felt homesick for Truculent. Truth to tell, he felt more than a little out of place here on the land-inadequate was more to the point. Then he laughed to himself. Fat lot he could do to change things anyway! He braced his shoulders and strode across the field. Might as well look confident, he thought, even though he didn't feel that way. As he approached the fieldpieces, two of the ratings jumped I from their perches and ran to meet him, saluting smartly. Leading Starman Fragonard here, Lieutenant," one announced importantly. "In charge of your ordnance men." He was short and rawboned, his hair was gray, and he seemed to be in motion standing still. His constantly darting green eyes were those of a master thief or a master
gunner. Right from the beginning, Brim suspected he was both. On his uniform, a number of gold and crimson ribbons presaged excellence in his specialty of Ordnance. Too bad nobody gave awards for mischief, Brim thought with a stifled smile. At least none were approved for wearing on a Fleet Cape! !!!!Brim returned their salutes, then nodded toward the second with a raised eyebrow. "Yeoman of Signals Fronze reporting, Lieutenant," the other said; she was a squat, heavyset woman with broad shoulders and neutral hair. Her flat, amorphous countenance served merely to highlight coarse, open-pored complexion. Only flashing eyes and a winning smile saved her from total, unmitigated plainness. She was neither young nor old, but her large hands suggested long periods of manual toil long ago in another life. Both she and Fragonard would have been nearly invisible on a crowded metropolitan street in Avalon, but where Fragonard might well have made a diligent effort to achieve such an effect, for Fronze it would have been automatic. She indicated thirteen women of various sizes wit jumped to the ground and saluted raggedly. "Two mobile KA'PPA beacons and the best BA1TLE COMM in the Fleet," she added with toothy grin. smiled back as his heart sank. BATFLE COMM people to drive League tank destroyers. Wonderful! He supposed somewhere nearby a squad of qualified drivers were probably attempting to fathom the arcane operation of a KA'PPA beacon. "Ordnance and Communications," he said lamely. "Well, I'm, ah, certainly glad to have you, ah, aboard. I don't suppose anyone knows anything about starting one these mechanical marvels, does he or she?" Us?" Fragonard asked incredulously, holding a slender (and reasonably clean) hand to his chest. "Lieutenant," he said, "we only fire the disruptors, we don't do nothin like drivin'." He stopped suddenly as the rumble of heavy artillery intruded from a distance. Barbousse stepped quietly to the side of the rawboned little man and plucked him from his feet by the scruff of collar, smiling pleasantly all the while. "You," he said gently over the far-off booming, "are, of course, volunteering yourself and all your men for whatever duties the Lieutenant suggests. Is that correct, Starman Fragonard?" Fragonard's eyes bulged, became large as saucers. He tried to swallow something much larger than his throat, but the latter was constricted by peculiar way his collar was twisted within Barbousse's huge fist. "Of course," he choked. M-My s-signal ratings, too," Fronz~ piped up hurriedly. "Always glad to help out anywhere we can." nodded silently, returning Fragonard none too gently to his feet. "My apologies for the interruption, Lieutenant," he said, regaining his position behind Brim. Er, yes," Brim mumbled, struggling to stifle a smile. He looked over the heads of the assembled Blue Capes to huge machines lying cold silent in a forlorn pile of-unless he could start them-space junk. He counted heads for a moment, frowned, and scratched his head, listening to renewed artillery fire in the distance. "All right," he said to the two ratings, "we've got eight of these monsters to operate. That means teams of three each. Count off your people, Fronze-two in a control cab. One of yours in each turret, Fragonard. Understand?" Aye, sir," Fragonard answered, his face a picture of concentration, "twenty-two people only crews seven those big thumpers." nodded his head. "That's right," he said. Barbousse and I crew eighth. And you run the turret for us. Does that fit with your previous views on the proper division labor?" Fragonard peered at Barbousse for only a moment, then he nodded. Absolutely,
Lieutenant," he said, grinning. "Besides, I'm a very good gunner-and a very bad wrestler." !!!! Brim sat uncomfortably upright in the cold, stiff-backed control seat, a dark instrument panel staring balefully at him in the afternoon glare. The distant artillery duels had recessed for a moment, birds sang in the background, and heavy vehicles rumbled somewhere on a crowded highway. His mind drifted to Ursis and Borodov-most likely off at a hunting dacha on one of the Lo'Sodeskayan planets, happily drinking Logish meem and hunting the great two-headed mountain wolves which shared-and ravaged-many areas of the Bears' home worlds. Bears would know how to start this hulking bucket of bolts! He shook his head enviously as another flight of distant starships thundered across the sky at the edge of space. Little more than a metacycle remained before his own part of the operation was expected to move out. And the thrice-xaxtdamned fieldpiece that fell to his own lot to drive canted at a perfectly sickening angle to the horizon. It made him dizzy every time he looked outside. Drumming his fingers on the console, he gazed in helpless disgust at the bewildering array of controls. For the hundredth time, he considered the large red button that occupied a prominent place on his lower starboard instrument quadrant. Its center ring displayed the Vertrucht symbol for 'begin," but Brim was not about to blow himself to atoms by that sort of simpleminded error. In League's crazy vocabulary, word "detonate" started with the same symbol. He grumpily looked outside at the other seven inert forms, also canted at uncomfortable angles. In last-precious-forty-five cycles, he had managed to accomplish nothing, and no spare time virtually gone-along with his options. He shrugged to himself, squeezed his eyes closed, gritted his teeth and mashed the button, waiting anxiously for the explosion that would snuff out his life. Instead, he was greeted by bird-punctuated silence broken now and then by heavy breathing- his and that of his two companions. Cautiously opening his eyes, he found himself confronted by nothing more threatening than all the lights on the vehicle blazing out as if it were the blackest darkness outside. That and a newly operational instrument panel. Moreover, one of its readouts, CL-2 intensity (all CL-2 readouts looked more or less the same), was already starting to rise. He watched it for a few cycles, then smiled. Normal. Even at its present rate, he estimated it would take about fifteen cycles to reach operating parameters. showed the button to Barbousse and Fragonard, then sent them out help power up the other machines. "By the time you get back," he called down ladder after them, "maybe I'll have the next step figured out." As he expected, the remaining controls and readouts were all more or less incomprehensible, except for a big pulse limiter-anybody could recognize one of those. And its left, primitive linear slide control was mounted in the panel. It looked a lot like an adjustable thrust sink- common cost-conscious substitute for antigravity brakes on many large military vehicles built for the League. The slide itself was pushed all the way to the top of its slot, where highest
index numbers were. An "on" position, probably, but he couldn't be sure, so he kept hands off while he studied further. !!!!He frowned. Most heavy ground equipment operated by ducting energy from a pulse limiter into a gravity-defraction transmitter. The latter acted as a simplified antigravity generator, providing lift and directional thrust through a simple logic-lens arrangement. It couldn't fly, of course, any more than a traveling case could fly. Antigravity technology guaranteed no more- than vectored thrust-to really fly, one needed a lot more major systems than one could economically cram into a ground vehicle. Grimacing, he pondered the correct amount of energy to gate from the pulse limiter-how much CL-2 was good? Or bad? It was still building steadily, according to the readout in front of him-but to what? He considered the possibility he had just sent Barbousse and Fragonard on a mission to blow up the other seven vehicles in his tenuous command, then shook his head. If that was the way things were going to turn out, then so be it! He had to start somewhere. He returned his concentration to the controls. Ah! There, low in the left-hand quadrant of the center console, his eye caught primitive sort phase converter-regulating mechanism for just about every pulse limiter he'd ever seen. Of the ones in his experience were also installed on heavy mining equipment-and were never set at half conductance. This one indicated a full three-quarters, and even a little more. He grimaced. He knew he could fine-tune the device by thumbing a notched wheel under its mounting, but if he set the converter too high, it could severely spike the defraction transmitter when that device came on line-and then he'd never get it started. He could also get a runaway power plant, he remembered with shudder, and decided to leave everything set as it was for time being. narrowed his eyes. To left of the converter, he recognized a strange-looking resonance-choke readout, which indicated a pulse average of zero. Probably all right, as he recalled; these units ran with really low pulse pressure. But if the reading slid into negative values, he knew he would have to consider dumping the CL2 pressure to start all over again- and he didn't have time for anything like that. Then he noticed the choke was switched to "off." That explained zero pressure at readout-but didn't do much to relieve his growing sense apprehension. "Lieutenant," a voice called out, breaking into concentration, "we've got 'em all turned on now." Brim looked up to see Fragonard's face peek over door coaming from the boarding ladder. He checked the other seven machines-each was blazing with unnecessary lights-and, -happily, nothing untoward seemed have resulted from punching the big red power buttons. "No problems?" asked. None, sir," Fragonard declared. Good," Brim said offhandedly, "because the next thing you'll have do is teach those same people how to run them." How to run 'em, sir?" 'Not to worry. Fragonard," Brim chuckled darkly. "It isn't clear I shall ever discover anything tell you about the subject." Sir?" Nothing," Brim said as he got up to stretch. "But you'd better get our friend Barbousse up here with us. We'll all three of us see if we can't learn how this fool thing operates- together." Aye, sir," Fragonard said as he scrambled back down the ladder. He presently returned
with Barbousse in tow, and the two were soon breathing over Brim's shoulder, watching his every move. !!!!As he scanned the readouts, he brought himself up short, peering at the resonance chokes in utter disbelief. The thrice-xaxtdamned zero reading! He snapped his fingers in angry comprehension. Somewhere in the system, a heavy-duty demodulator kept the whole radiation mechanism safe. And chances were that if the resonance choke was off, so was that demodulator! He felt sweat beading on his forehead. The whole subsystem might already be far beyond the limits of safety. He frantically scanned his readouts searching for... There! He breathed a sigh of relief. He found it, and it was on. He glanced nervously at the CL-2 intensity. Universe! Now that was all way up to fourteen hundred. He gritted his teeth, doing a desperate conversion from milli-ROGEN to something he could work with. Then he shook his head and relaxed. Certainly. Fouteen hundred milli-ROGEN was all right in this sort of system (it had no local storage capacity). In fact, the reading was just a hair under normal. Getting a firmer grip on himself, he watched the CL-2 climb into the operational range, then switched the choke to "on" and squinted tensely at the readout. It was just beginning to register. Presently, great plume of vapor sighed from the cooling mechanism behind the cabin and the gravity-defraction transmitter came on line. The big vehicle automatically righted, lifting smoothly to about eight irals above the ground, where it hovered quietly, at last on an even keel. "That's the way, Lieutenant!" Barbousse cheered in an awe-struck voice. Brim could hear more cheering from the ground. He leaned his head against the chair's high back for moment and took a deep breath. He really had started the xaxtdamned thing. All right, Barbousse, Fragonard," said. "You were both watching. Think you can show the others how to do that?" Yes, sir, Lieutenant," Barbousse declared immediately. I think I could, too," Fragonard said after frowning once more at the control panel. You only think you could?" Brim asked pointedly. No, sir," Fragonard declared with a grin. "I could." better," Brim said, grinning at the two ratings. "Get bopping, then, both of you. You've seven more fire up while I try to get this oversized ore hauler moving next." Walking to the hatch, he listened to the deep, steady growl coming through the logic lenses from the refraction transmitter, then peered down small crowd of ratings gathered below. "Stand clear, down there," he yelled, then made his way back to front of the cab and took his seat at controls. Buckling himself firmly to the seat, he looked pulse limiter and shook his head. Its setting of three-quarters conductance was simply too high. The thumb wheel, however, was mounted in an incredibly awkward place, and he found himself hard pressed to move it. Eventually, he prevailed (with a few skinned knuckles) changed reading to fifty percent. Now he gingerly reached out and opened the phase converter itself, gating raw energy into the pulse limiter. The machine sounds behind him changed subtly, becoming deeper and more damped as he listened. He bit his lip nervously, considering everything he had done. So far, it all checked CL-2 intensity normal (a little on high side, but not enough worry about), phase converter at "open" and set to approximately fifty percent, cooling on, gyros lighted, hull trimmed level. checked ground front of him. It was clear. His previous audience of spectators had mostly disappeared, but here and there he caught a face peering out
from behind the protection of a tree or a large rock. !!!!He laughed. He certainly couldn't blame anybody for that! Shrugging, he acknowledged the vehicle was as ready as he could make it, and retarded the pulse limiter. The sounds in the power compartment increased precipitately, and the big machine began to vibrate. But nothing else happened. Brim frowned, opening the pulse limiter still farther. Now a great, discordant roar came from the shuddering traction machinery, but he was moving, albeit in palsied jerks hops. Trouble was, the movement was nowhere near what it ought to be, considering the tremendous power he was gating to the deflection transmitter. He opened the pulse limiter a little farther still, and his forward progress did improve, but the increased speed was accompanied by intolerable levels of roaring from the traction machinery plus an alarming cycle of repetitive shuddering now coming from beneath his feet. Outside, the few stragglers who persisted in watching the big vehicle move were running panic-stricken for the nearest shelter. Behind him, a huge cloud of steam was blasting from the cooling unit as brightly glowing fins stripped vapor from A'zurn's moist air. The cabin air was blue with the acrid smell of red-hot metal. Suddenly, he pounded his fist on the instrument panel. The thrust sink! That's what was doing it. On its highest setting, it was recycling all the energy back to the coolers. No wonder traction machinery was tearing itself to pieces. He grabbed at the slide, then bit his lip. "Easy, Brim!" he yelled as he moved it gently to the center of its slot. The rasping noise faded immediately-although cooling system continued to race. His face flushed and sweating, Brim suspected it would continue to do that for quite awhile to come. was picking up speed smartly now. Tentatively, he pushed one of the rudder pedals. The vehicle lumbered around clumsily steered well enough to provide at least a modicum of control. It wasn't built for much manual steering anyway-only enough to maneuver to and ubiquitous cableways installed wherever League held sway. Near any one of these, automatic devices in the hull of the fieldpiece could take over and "follow the wire," as the expression went. Typical, he considered, of a civilization that discouraged any sort of free thinking outside a small ruling class. He could see thick cable he would soon follow himself disappear around the trees at the far end of the field. Those trees! For some reason, he was still picking up speed-a lot it. Already he was running a great deal faster than he should if he were to negotiate a turnaround. He had to stop big machine. And soon! Frantically, smashed thrust-sink slide back the top its slot-rasping noise resumed immediately, along with the shuddering, which quickly turned into a bone-jarring series grinding jolts. Everything loose in the control cabin cascaded the deck, where it added its own distinctive clatter to the rattling of every plate in the hull. !!!!And that hadn't stopped it! If anything, he was moving even faster-toward the trees, which looked like green wall of solid stone. What had gone wrong? In something closely related to panic, Brim suddenly realized his mistake-the thumb wheel on the phase converter. It was supposed retard energy flow instead of increase it-so when he'd changed the setting from three-quarters (retardation!) to one-half, he'd actually doubled the device's output. No wonder thrust sink wouldn't do its job! In horror, he visualized big smashing itself farther and farther into the thick forest ahead until one of the trees was simply too big. He shuddered. In sudden desperation, awkwardly jammed his fingers onto little wheel and painfully moved it back close to its original position. Immediately, his speed began to drop-along with the shuddering rasp from aft. But far too
late to help. With a shattering crash, the big machine plowed through the edge of the forest, snapping trees like twigs and throwing splintered lags a hundred irals in the air. The cab ricocheted back and forth like a starship caught in the great-grandfather of all space holes as he stood on the port rudder pedal. Ahead, through the armored glass, he watched a huge tree that seemed to have deliberately moved in his way. That was it! He braced himself for the crash just as the runaway vehicle smashed over a half-buried rock, swerved crazily, then wobbled level again, miraculously turned around the other way-and stopped against a sapling no thicker than his forearm. !!!! He sat for a number of cycles in smell of crushed vegetation, listening to more distant artillery, angry cries of disturbed birds, and rattling polyphony of cooling metal behind him. Then he returned to the controls and carefully retraced his well-marked route back to the sunlight. By the time he reached the forest's edge, his steaming, branch-strewn vehicle was traveling at a normal rate of speed-under positive control for the first time since he entered the cab. Brim could feel himself blush as he brought the big vehicle to a stop beside a cheering crowd of ratings. Some days, it simply didn't pay to get out of one's bunk. Ten cycles before Brim's scheduled departure, all the mobile cannon were finally operational, their fledgling crews making the most of a few moments' practice. The field was alive with rumbling, steam-breathing machines that staggered drunkenly over the smashed grass in a scene filled with resounding collisions and general confusion. Red-faced and very much out of breath, Barbousse and Fragonard both returned on foot, grumbling they were hard pressed merely to stay alive amid roaring mayhem outside. Now, with Fragonard safely ensconced in the turret, Barbousse reactivated the COMM, and within a short time a display globe materialized wobbly image of Colonel Hagbut. "WELL?" the flush-faced officer demanded. "Are you ready to move out?" Brim glanced at the clattering disorder outside, gulped, and nodded his head. "Absolutely, Colonel," he declared, thankful the Army officer was not privy the same view of the field. In truth, he rationalized, the Blue Capes were probably as ready as they were going to become for while. 'That's BETYER, Brim," Hagbut barked. "We shall make a proper soldier of you yet." uttered a silent oath about that. In precisely eight cycles," the Colonel continued, "you will lead your fleldpieces onto the wire at the end of your field and proceed at speed paint zero three. That will put in position to switch onto my cable-behind personnel carriers-five cycles later. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"!!!!I Aye, Colonel," Brim said. That's 'Yes, Colonel,'" Hagbut corrected. "On LAND, we I do not 'aye' anything." I understand, Colonel," Brim said through gritted teeth. better, young man." Abruptly, Hagbut frowned peered directly in Brim's face.
"Of course," he said in sudden recognition. "You're that Carescrian they let into the Fleet, aren't you?"!!!!I !!!! "I am a Carescrian, yes," Brim said stiffly. Universe," Hagbut said. "That explains a lot. Well, do the best you can, then. I'm sure you can't help what you are." Brim felt his face flush-at the same time he also felt a massive grip on his forearm-well beyond the console's video pickup. Stand easy, Lieutenant," Barbousse's voice whispered. I "Don't let the cod'dlinger make you throw it all away!" He clenched his fists. "Very good, sir," he spit through histeeth, but the COMM globe had- as usual-already gone out. Five cycles later, all eight machines hovered idling at the end of the wire in reasonable approximation of line-ahead formation, Brim's foliage-littered fieldpiece at the van. Directly behind him, the cab from the next vehicle in line hung over his savaged rear deck-where it had come to rest as the result of a badly planned stop. A red-faced BATTLE COMM rating smiled in discomfiture from the controls as Brim and Barbousse picked themselves up from the deck, strapped more securely into their seats, and prepared to follow the cable into the leafy tunnel. Running at precisely 0.3 speed, according to his velocity readout, Brim's group of lurching vehicles cleared the boundaries of the park (and the end of his temporary cable) precisely at the same time as Hagbut's speeding troop-carrier convoy. So accurate was their arrival that they switched in line behind the last Army coach without even slowing, now following the stronger signal of a permanent cable buried in the road. Not bad for a worthless gaggle of Fleet types," Brim growled under his voice as the COMM module spawned another display globe. CONGRATULATIONS, Brim," Hagbut barked. "You do tolerable work." Thank you, Colonel," Brim grumped, keeping his voice just the safe side of propriety. At least the zukeed didn't sound as if he wanted press the Carescrian issue. Our convoy travels no faster than those fleldpieces of yours, Lieutenant, so keep a careful watch to the rear," the Colonel admonished. "We have all indications that League forces are nowhere within a day's march-but with operations like this, one trusts one's own eyesight, as they say. Understand?" understand," Brim lied, wondering how much the recent artillery exchanges affected the Colonel's "indications." Turning the controls over to Barbousse, he positioned himself at the and set up a neat row of seven display globes, one to each of his companion mobile disruptors. Now hear this," he said into the COMM console. Our friends from the Expeditionary Forces tell us all League forces have been drawn from the area," began. "But just to be on the safe side..." He scanned the seven faces peering at him from globular displays. Each was serious, but showed no fear Whatsoever. "Just to be on the safe side," he repeated, "you
will each keep your eyes peeled for anything suspicious-and report it to me immediately." !!!!Seven versions of "Aye, Lieutenant" joined Barbousse in the rumbling control cabin as Brim settled back in the awkward seat for a few moments of relaxation-~-he had been working at peak output for a considerable time, and was only feeling the first pangs of fatigue. The gentle swaying of the heavy vehicle and the steady thunder of its traction system relaxed him. He leaned as far as he could in the straight-backed seat and crossed his legs. Forward, the giant shape of Barbousse hunched attentively over a console, poised for instant action should the machine require assistance at controls. He turned his head and peered through the thick armored glass as they roared past blackened shells of suburban homes, windows top-story doors gaping hideously like open mouths caught forever in the great gasp of death. No sense of surprise clouded his mind's eye, only disgust. Triannic's invaders laid their cableway with the typical arrogance of all conquerors- burning their right-of-way straight as a die through the city with no regard whatsoever for the hapless victims in its path. I The neatly spaced ruins with their pitifully blackened gardens and skeleton trees continued for a considerable distance, eventually giving way to shrub-lined fields dotted with tall, I dome-capped structures-some connected by fantastic lacelike webs shimmering afternoon sun. But nowhere did he see planet's winged inhabitants aloft. He pondered momentarily on this, then quickly dismissed it. He had plenty of other concerns to -solve-before he tackled that! Swiveling in his seat, he looked out the opposite side of his control cabin and across the broad expanse of stained, tree-rumpled metal that formed front of the vehicle. Fragonard's huge disruptor loomed overhead, pointing their course like a stubby veined finger with three sets of grooved antiflash shields circling its tip. To starboard, tall, closely spaced buildings replaced the domes, then mixed with residences-these of clearly diminished promise, but whole nonetheless, having. U glazed windows to flash back the brilliant sunlight as Brim's heavy vehicles rushed past. Presently, they came upon the banks of a broad canal I took up a new heading atop a moss-covered seawall whose age-blackened stones looked easily twice the size of the mobile fieldpiece in which they rode. They whizzed past a string of rotting pilings out on water covered with green braids of hairlike moss. The pilings curved abruptly from the seawall and terminated at a tumbledown pier before a crumbling brick structure of uncertain purpose. On far shore, Brim could see rows of ramshackle warehouses fronted by networks of wooden piers extending far out into the stream-but few water craft anywhere: mute testimony to ruined commerce the conquered world. They soon flashed across connecting waterway, the cable exposed and suspended in an arch by rusty-looking wire bundles depending from pairs slender pylons at opposite sides of stream. Then abruptly they were thundering wildly along a narrow, shadowed thoroughfare between two close-set rows of giant buildings faced with panels of dreary color decorating vast expanses of featureless wall. Emerging again into the sunlight, they sped steadily along the stone seawall until the canal itself ended a great lagoon. Their cable-and travel-diverged, however, in a sharp curve to the right, continuing uninterrupted through marshes and tidelands near the shore until they passed a second dark canyon of buildings in a streaming blur-this much longer than the first. Then suddenly, far off to port, Brim caught sight of a stupendous arch bridge rising gracefully a thousand irals into the afternoon sky before it descended again in the hazy distance on the
other-side of the lagoon. !!!!The trip answered all his questions as to why A'zurn was considered such a paradise. His mind drifted for a moment, and he daydreamed himself hand in hand with Margot on one of the quiet streets in Magalla'ana or lying in the still privacy of a wooded shore. He grinned to himself. The last idea-now, that was worth dreaming about! He took a deep breath and closed his eyes just as an excited voice broke into his thoughts from the COMM console. "Lieutenant Brim! Lieutenant Brim! I think we've picked up a few extra vehicles! I can't see how many, but a couple at least." Instantly awake, Brim frowned at an image of Yeoman Fronze in the last vehicle. What do they look like?" he asked. Don't exactly know how to describe 'em, Lieutenant," the woman said, looking off one side. She squinted, frowned. "Big, for sure. An' squatty, like a roach or somethin'," she reported. "They're kind of keepin' their distance right now." Ask her if they're square shaped like this one, or long, sir," Barbousse urged from the driver's seat. Brim relayed the question. Long," Fronze stated emphatically. "With three turrets. A big one to starboard and two on the port side facin' fore and aft." Sound like RT-91s to me," Barbousse pronounced. "About the best the League manufactures," he added. Comforting to know those League people are more than 'a day's march away,"' Brim snorted, then established connection with the Colonel's personnel carrier. WELL?" Hagbut demanded. Someone seems to be following us along the cable, Colonel," he reported. "Were we scheduled to rendezvous with other captured vehicles from Prosperous-RT-91 types, perhaps?" Hagbut's brow wrinkled. "Negative," he said. "You've seen these RT-91s with your OWN eyes?" They've only been reported to me, Colonel," Brim answered. "But I have no reason to question-" He was interrupted by a glowing blue-green geyser that shot skyward about five hundred irals out in the lagoon. The huge waterspout immediately burst about five hundred irals to his left with terrific flame and concussion. bother, Brim," Hagbut blustered. "I could see that!" He immediately bawled a string of orders over his shoulder the troop carriers began to accelerate, soon outdistancing the lumbering fieldpieces by a considerable margin. winced as a second explosion leveled a large row of warehouses to his right in a cloud dirty flame and flying, debris. So much for doing the mission in "invisible" captured equipment, he thought. The xaxtdamned ruse hadn't worked more than a single watch! He shrugged phlegmatically. At least the Leaguers weren't having much luck with their ranging shots. I have ordered the troop carriers forward, Brim," Hagbut boomed from the display globe. "To insure the integrity my mission" nodded. "Aye, sir," he said. Not to mention the integrity of your bloody skin," Barbousse muttered under his breath. Beggin' the Lieutenant's pardon." was that?" Hagbut demanded.
!!!!"The local grass, sir," Brim said, desperately stifling a laugh. "Starman Barbousse suffers a violent sneezing reaction." Poor fellow," Hagbut pronounced as another explosion destroyed an island of trees a few hundred irals to port. "Damn Leaguers never could seal a driving compartment." No, sir." It is now your DUTY, Brim, to stop the bastards," Hagbut continued in what must have been his best pontifical voice. "Use those cannons soon as you can." He turned in the display for a moment bark more orders at someone, then swung back to Brim. "Catch up to us when you've stopped whoever it is back there-but not before. UNDERSTAND? We cannot compromise the mission!" I understand, Colonel," Brim said, but again he spoke to a darkened display. He shook a mock fist of anger at Barbousse, then opened a connection to Fragonard in the turret. "You're the disruptor expert, Fragonard," he said. "What do you say? Can these fieldpieces really tear up couple of tanks?" Easily," Fragonard replied with a frown, "if we can just aim enough. I've told the men to have a go at it soon as they've got their equipment ready. Trouble is, we haven't had time to adjust 'em well enough yet to fire accurately while they're moving. Maybe we can get close, but if we kill more Leaguers than locals, it'll be more out of good luck than good 'aiming, if you catch my drift, sir." Tell everybody to do the best they can," Brim yelled over the noise of another near miss. This one sent a deluge of green water drizzling into the control cabin between the panes of glass to puddle on the deck and COMM cabinet. He ruefully wished he'd thought to have the BATTLE COMMs rig a permanent KA'PPA to his fieldpiece. Perhaps he might now be calling in some close support from space-one couldn't do that with ordinary COMM gear, of course. He shrugged and dropped the subject from his mind. The fact was that he couldn't make that call-no power in the Universe could change the past. "Are they gaining on us?" he queried Fronze in the last disruptor. Aye, sir," she answered, face serious. We're gettin' ready to try an' put disruptor on 'em, Lieutenant-but Starman Cogsworthy up in the turret don't think we've much chance hittin' them, what with no stabilizers an' all." Her image bounced in the display as same enemy fire sounded first from the COMM console, then a tick later from the windows. Thanks, Fronze," Brim said. "Let me know when you get thing going." They were passing along relatively clear stretch of shore marsh now. His mind raced. If get at pursuing tanks, what could 1k do? Stop and fight? He laughed at that possibility. They'd all be sitting ducks while the ordnance men recalibrated their disruptors. He shook his head. Perhaps he ought to sacrifice the last few cannon in line-order Fronze to stop and fight a lonely battle of delay. He discarded that idea, too-not enough delay. Presently, a deeper, more substantial explosion sounded from the rear, its flash visible at midafternoon. A dirty column of smoke and debris shot skyward. "Lieutenant!" Fronze yelled excitedly from a display globe. "Cogsworthy got it goin', sir! That ought to give 'em somethin' t' think about!" Her image jumped violently as sounds of heavy return fire filled the-control cab. More of the huge, drumming-explosions followed the first. These were succeeded in rapid succession by whole series of smaller bursts. "By Corfrew's beard," someone said excitedly, "I don't think they liked that!" Can't understand why not," another voice said after more explosions tore up the marsh.
"Look! It wasn't anywhere half near them. Bastards have no sense of humor." !!!!"How's it going back there, Fronze?" Brim asked. Not so bad, Lieutenant," the rating said through clenched teeth. She blanched while a whole volley of discharges thundered from the disruptor above her, then turned to peer out the rear of her vehicle, shaking her head. "'Cept," she added, "I think they're shootin' closer t' us, an' Cogsworthy's gettin' farther away from them." She grinned. "This single-file-on-the-wire stuff cuts our shootin' down to my one projector." Her image danced violently in the globe as Cogsworthy let go with another shot, then continued to shake from a peppering of near misses landed in return. "Course," she added cheerfully, "it also saves our skins from more'n one of theirs, too." Suddenly, the display globe seethed with a churning glow and disappeared. A violent flash from aft lit the afternoon sky, followed by a grating, trembling roar. Brim swung in his seat in time to see a burning turret arch lazily through the sky, trailing thick clouds of amber smoke until it disappeared with a monstrous splash and cloud of steam far out into lagoon. Universe," someone bawled, "that was Cogsworthy!" Poor Fronze!" wailed another voice. Shut up, the both of you," a-third voice rasped. "None of those three felt a bloody thing! So just maybe they're the lucky ones. Yeah," said a fourth. "You'll wish that was you if we're ever captured, you will!" Brim squeezed his eyes closed for a moment, thinking about a prefect named Valentin, then nodded in silent agreement. Someone told me you were worried about bein' bored this trip, Lieutenant," Barbousse called out over the roar of the machinery, his face an impish parody of surprise. Must have been someone else," Brim said, eyeballs raised in feigned concentration. "It surely wasn't this Wilf Brim!" He glanced out windshield and nearly jumped surprise. His running battle was rapidly approaching the titanic suspension structure he had viewed from a distance. He snapped his fingers. That was it! An artificial hill-and a big one. activated "broadcast" on the COMM console and began to speak, taking special pains to keep a calm inflection in his voice. "Now hear this, all hands!" he yelled over the rising thunder of the disruptors. We are about to run the high arch ahead. While we're on this side, you'll each have fine visibility and a clear field of fire below. Make the most of both! And remember that any tanks you don't polish off will have the same visibility and field of fire when you are on bottom!" Baldwin, Bill - The Helmsman Chapter 6 THE HELMSMAN BY BILL BALDWIN CHAPTER 6 So absorbed was Brim with unfolding battle that the ascent onto the bridge, when it came, nearly took him by surprise. Fragonard had the big disruptor in action before they climbed fifty irals. The noise was deafening, as was the concussion. Higher and higher they
rose, traction system roaring and dense white vapor streaming from the cooling fins. Brim watched the ground below erupt in gigantic explosions as the wiry little gunner switched to rapid fire and fairly peppered the right-of-way around the speeding enemy tanks. He counted ten of the lopsided enemy machines and thanked whatever powers had dissuaded him from stopping to battle the tanks in place. His second fieldpiece soon-added its fire to the holocaust below, then the third. The cable pitched and swayed from dozens of frenzied discharges. Without warning, a particularly bright blast on the ground was followed first by a cloud of peculiar-looking debris and then by frenzied cheering from the COMM cabinet. !!!!"A hit!" someone yelled. I nailed the bastard, I did!" Good on you, Ferdie! Give 'em wot for!" Soon all seven of the captured fieldpieces were firing rapidly and wildly-as often as their disruptors could recover. Below, the Leaguers maintained a furious barrage in return-although two more of their number were now carbonized junk mounds smoldering at the base of towering smoke columns along the right-of-way. Beneath Brim's straining vehicle, the rampaging cable was bucking violently in two axes, making Barbousse lean desperately on the rudder pedals in a frantic attempt to keep from plunging off into the considerable abyss that now separated them from the surface. Sweet bloody Universe!" someone screamed in panic from the COMM console. "I'm losin' it!" Horrified, Brim looked back along the wire to see one of his fieldpieces skid up and off the writhing cable, its projector still firing spasmodically. Momentum carried the awkward vehicle perhaps twenty irals higher before it peaked, rolled lazily to port, and plunged like a stone through the suspension wires, disappearing in a great splash that spread rapidly in all directions from the point of impact. Heartbeats later, a single explosion rent the lagoon in a giant glowing bubble that burst with a massive eruption of smoke and greasy flame-quenched almost instantly in a plume of steam and slowly tumbling debris. Ahead, the apex of the great arch was now visible through the windshield-no more than a few hundred irals distant. Aft and below, the remaining enemy gun layers were finally warming their jobs-space around Brim's convoy was suddenly alive with explosions and concussion. Three armored windows above his head shattered, filling control cabin with a swarm of whirring glass splinters that buzzed harmlessly along the armored fabric of his battle suit and helmet, but shredded the tough upholstery seat. He shook his head. Another near miss tore a huge access hatch from something near cooling mechanism-which was itself beginning to glow again from the strain of the long, steep climb and the insatiable demands of disruptor, now firing almost constantly. Renewed clouds of steam billowed in their wake from the cooling fins, and as he looked down along weaving, swinging cable, he could see his other fieldpieces were in no better shape at all. It was now or never. bullied the COMM cabinet back to "broadcast" yelled over the noise, "Now I hear this, all hands! Switch targeting immediately to buried cableway five hundred irals in front of the bridge. I repeat, in front of bridge." The disruptors went silent momentarily I as he talked. Dig up cable so tanks can't follow right away," he enjoined the ordnance men. "But don't touch bridge. We need that for our own trip home!" Right ya are, Lieutenant!" called back noise. We'll be careful, sir," someone else echoed. In short order, six disruptors directed a new frenzy of ft flame and concussion onto the
buried cableway-no more accurate than before, but now at least concentrated. The bridge began to sway again, but Barbousse was now mastering the big machine, and he tracked the cable flawlessly as it pitched and yawed like a pendant flying in the breeze. !!!!Suddenly Fragonard's thundering disruptor went silent. Brim looked up from his COMM cabinet-over the top! The big fieldpiece could no longer bear on the approach ramp to the bridge. Soon next cannon topped the bridge, then the next. When the sixth left off firing, Brim leaned out of the cabin in the roaring slipstream. Two thousand irals below, wide areas fronting the bridge approaches looked like they had been plowed by a large asteroid. Gaping holes here and there told of many near misses, but the area through which the cable had to pass was now a gigantic crater that glowed from within and vomited forth a dense smoke pillar as the underlying rock formations themselves burned from the hellfire of Brim's disruptors. While he watched, the first enemy tank pulled to a halt well short of the zone of destruction, firing off a desultory round now ft then toward its escaping quarry. Brim frowned as he drew his head back inside cab. "They're stopped," he told Barbousse. The big rating expressed no surprise at Brim's announcement. "Makes sense, Lieutenant," he said. "I figure in their eyes we've made ourselves out to be a lot more trouble than ft we're worth." He grinned as the fieldpiece roared between two pylons and the cable disappeared once more into the ground. I suppose that's right," Brim said, watching the other machines regain the surface. It is, sir," Barbousse assure4 him. "If you can't beat somebody you're fightin', it never hurts convince him he can't beat you, either." He grinned. "Besides," he added, "anybody who's spent his life followin' a cable isn't going to be too happy about pickin' his way through that mess of craters-probably fall and never get out." Let's hope," Brim agreed, settling wearily back in his uncomfortable seat at the COMM console. "Now all we've got to do is catch up with Colonel Hagbut." Beggin' the Lieutenant's pardon, but that bird's liable to be all the way to Avalon by now," Barbousse said. smothered a laugh-just as the landscape ahead erupted in flashes of light. Ticks later, cascading, rolling thunder of high-energy artillery reached them. He looked at Barbousse and frowned. "Another battle?" he whispered. Sounds like it to me, sir..." Barbousse started, then he was cut off by the screech of an emergency channel running overload on the-COMM console. Brim! STAY CLEAR! WE'RE PRISONERS! Target is map locus 765jj. Everything up to you now..." The display globe went out in manner similar to Fronze's demise. Galvanized, Brim displayed the coordinates of message on COMM console. "Nine thirteen point five by E9g. Can you help me remember that, Barbousse?" Nine thirteen point five by E9g. I'll remember it, sir." Good," Brim said, his mind working furiously as he peered off along cable right-of- way. Now get reedy to stop us in that patch of trees coming up to starboard. We've got some serious thinking to do before we go any farther." Scant cycles later, the convoy was hidden under the dense foliage of a large forest glen. Brim clambered onto the cool, fern-carpeted ground and motioned for the rest the crews to stand down for the remainder of the day, then he leaned on a stump and-breathed clean fragrance of the trees, pondering what he ought to do next. Suddenly, he found he was in total command.
!!!! Late into the long summer evening, Brim sat alone on the cool forest floor, back to a stump, hands/around his knees while he desperately tried to assemble a coherent mental picture of his predicament. Reduced to absolute basics, the situation appeared to consist of no more than three primary elements, which he absently counted on his fingers for the hundredth time: (1) his chances for calling anyone to assist him, (2) his mission (and what to do about it), and (3) the meager resources at his disposal. The first element-assistance-was simply unattainable. ~ He immediately dismissed it as such. The Fleet certainly couldn't help him. Even if he asked his BA1TLE COMMs to call, any starships they might find were powerless against target-at least until he could contrive to achieve Hagbut's original mission and remove the A'zurnian hostages imprisoned there. And from the flood of combat messages that presently filled every B-range channel on his COMM cabinet, he knew full well he could expect little assistance from hard-pressed I Imperial Expeditionary Forces attacking other research centers around him. second element, his mission, was a different proposition altogether-in which the word "impossible" had no meaning ~ whatsoever. It represented a commitment to duty he absolutely intended to fulfill. Of course, that involved no less than capture of a major research facility (which he had never so much as seen), freeing a sizable group hostages who unwillingly-but effectively-protected that same facility from attack, delivery of the hostages to safety (wherever that was), and, finally, getting himself and his charges back to Magalla'ana time escape before the mission terminated. All this, of course, had to be accomplished notwithstanding secondary obligation to search for the captured Colonel Hagbut-if he found himself with spare time on his hands. third element, unfortunately, threatened ill for everything else. His resources were nowhere near to being suitable to the requirements of his mission-and that included himself. His fewer than twenty BAITLE COMMs, for example, had superb equipment for calling in destroyers-but before they could use any of it, they first to double for 180 of Hagbut's highly trained foot soldiers! combined lack of help, impossible task load, and inadequate resources might have daunted many a normal Imperial. Carescrian Imperials, however, shared a unique background of adversity-one in which even the best circumstances normally required making do with whatever expedients came hand. He shrugged. He knew a way had to exist for getting the job done; no doubt about it. All he had to do was discover what that was. He began early in the first watch of the night with Barbousse, poring over a three- dimensional map, scouring dusty corners mind to remember everything he ought to know about field operations from exercises at the Academy. As photo-mapped by an orbiting reconnaissance craft previous morning, his research center sat astride the cableway in a wooded location at the extreme limits of Magalla'ana. A wide, narrow building, it cascaded down a hillside in three levels of attached terraces, courtyards, and glass-enclosed laboratory structures. Significantly, its doors were on the ground story. Surrounding this structure was a huge campus area protected by a Stout fence with gates at two opposing cable crossings. Clearly, the big facility also doubled as a key checkpoint controlling the cableway-both gates appeared to be protected by large guardhouses. Inside the campus considerably removed
from the gates (as well as the research center itself), a rectangular compound with separate guardhouse was set off by its own double fence. The compound contained approximately ten rectangular buildings in two rows of five each. !!!! "The hostages," Brim declared grimly, pointing with the magnifier for Barbousse. Looks like, sir," Barbousse said. "And only one entrance to the compound." He pursed his lips. "Makes things a lot easier for us with all the guards concentrated in one place." First," Brim warned with a grin, we've got to get there." Barbousse nodded gravely. "I've been thinkin' about that, Lieutenant," he said with a frown. What's on your mind?" Brim asked. Well, sir," the big man said, "hasn't been much traffic on the cableway since we hid in these woods this afternoon-and during that firefight we had comin' up to the bridge, you just know somebody got a warning off to the lab." He frowned and shrugged. "So by now it pretty well stands to reason they've fixed a special welcome for anyone arriving at this side of the research center. I mean, we know they've got tanks around, so there's no tellin' what else they have in store." You're right," Brim agreed gravely. "I guess I've given that some serious thought myself. And I think I've found something that might help." He pointed on the map to an overgrown path that formed, a rough semicircle around the campus and connected to the cableway at both ends approximately five thousand irals from the gates. I see, Barbousse said dubiously, studying the map. "What do you suppose it is?" like construction road to this ex-miner," Brim pronounced. "Couple of years old at least. Might well have supplied gravel from these pits it runs beside. The research center probably used plenty, the way it's built." laughed. "Whatever they used use it for, that old right-of-way just might make our job a whole lot easier less risky tonight." How's that, sir?" Barbousse asked, scratching his head. Because," Brim explained with a smile, "we could leave the main cable and use that road to go around to the other side of the research center. Then we'd simply get back on the cable again-coming from the opposite direction-and arrive where they're not even looking for us. Like a convoy of Leaguer reinforcements. After all, that's why Hagbut says he brought these captured cannon in first place." his head and smiled. "And if they've got most of their troops at the other gate like we think they do, Lieutenant, it evens the odds a little better." He laughed darkly. "We aren't exactly best substitute for the Colonel's hundred and eighty foot soldiers." Brim chuckled. "You've noticed?" I've noticed," Barbousse agreed, but it's yet to worry me, sir." He laughed quietly. "We'll make a go of it, Lieutenant. You've already figured out a good way to get at the bastards. Catch a little sleep now, and th6 rest of your answers will come in morning." nodded sleepily and leaned back in uncomfortable chair as the big rating switched out the light on the map table. He remembered nothing more until first crimson rays of dawn filtered through trees. Following an early morning assembly, Brim set various crews to searching their fieldpieces for anything of possible value to task at hand. Not surprisingly, they found each vehicle had been well equipped at Gimmas Haefdon. Emperor Greyffin IV was a steadfast Army man, and consequently, Imperial Expeditionary Forces were known everywhere for
the wealth of equipment they carried in the field. !!!! With the sound of distant artillery grumbling through the morning air, Barbousse and Fragonard lowered a number of heavy packing cases to ground with two cables, then broke seals with a power draw bar. From these, they lifted packages of blast pikes, oversized power cartridges, cartons of proton grenades, and a brace of battle lanterns-wiping each clean of "proof" grease and preservative gel. Gantheissers, no less," Fragonard said admiringly, turning one of the big blast pikes in his hands. "Not bad for emergency-pack stuff." He slotted a power cartridge in place and grinned with pleasure as the self-test finished. "All ready to fire, too," he said. "Got to give those weird Ganthers credit. If they do nothing else well, surely can build weapons." He departed shortly to make sure the other crews had their weapons under control. When all the stores were prepared and distributed, some of the orphaned BATFLE COMMs set to unpacking one of the portable KA'PPA sets. "Sooner or later we'll need it to call in. the destroyers, sir," Barbousse explained to Brim. "I suggested they get their testing over with now." Good idea," Brim agreed, watching two ratings reverse a large plate in the packing crate- which soon became a control panel. Others attached an auxiliary power unit via heavy cables complex connectors, while nearby a third team unfolded the antenna lattice from a slender silver container. These tasks complete, everyone pitched in to lever the longish structure into air and guy it in place with a triad of insulated wires. Immediately, operators busied themselves with integration tests using equipment contained in a third pack the size of the unit. Operation of the complete assembly was verified in half a metacycle, then whole bulky unit was restored in five more. A'zurn's star was high in a hazy, cloud-dappled sky by the time the BATTLE COMMs replaced the unit aboard Brim's fieldpiece, then marched off toward still another task with Barbousse in the lead. By midafternoon, clouds had changed to a low overcast and a brisk wind was rustling treetops. Brim stood at the edge of the cable right-of-way, inspecting a larger portion ft of than he could view from the forest floor. It was the fourth time he'd come; each time he did, he became more confident than the last. This time, it even smelled like rain. He smiled. Had he ordered weather himself, he could scarcely have done a better job. Later, rejoining the mobile fieldpieces, he visited ordnance men adjusting their disruptors. "Probably get mite better performance out of 'em this time," Fragonard assured him from one the boarding ladders. "None of 'em was ever fine-tuned before-thank the bloody Universe they were ready to fire, even if we couldn't hit anything, manner of speakin'" He chuckled mirthlessly. "We'd all be dead by now." Or worse," Barbousse added under his breath. Inside the quietly humming turret, Brim watched two ratings concentrating their efforts on big disruptor, aiming heavy weapon indirectly by means of rigged index point-a hatch cover tied in a distant sapling-just visible through the trees. Leveling devices and compensators whirred and hummed, dizzily (to Brim) changing attitude of the huge turret as the ordnance men fine-tuned elevation and transverse targeting controls in both automatic and manual modes. This time," Fragonard said confidently, "if we need 'em, we'll know better how to use 'em." late afternoon, everything appeared to be ready eluding rain. A few drops filtered through trees while Barbousse patched broken glass the control cab and Brim completed
his equipment checkout with Fragomird. !!!!"Got the map," the rating declared. Check." Blast pikes?" Nine. One of 'em couldn't run diagnostics, so I pitched it." Good. Positron grenades?" Forty-six energized, Lieutenant. Four duds with no power." Brim nodded. "That's it," he said as the gathering storm began to drum loudly against the fieldpiece's metal flanks. "The KA'PPA's tested, everybody's armed in one way or another, and you've got the disruptors tuned. I think we're about ready as we're ever going to be." A smell of rain filled the control cabin, fresh and damp to his nose. He peered around at the other fieldpieces. Probably it was his imagination, but somehow each one looked much more deadly new that he knew disruptors were tuned. Then he closed his eyes and forced his racing mind to relax. Tonight would be a long night indeed. Later, when storm-gray daylight faded to the near darkness of A'zurnian evening, the rain- which was previously, only falling lightly-now began to come down in torrents. "We're not going to make much speed with visibility like this," Barbousse observed, peering through the water streaming along the windshield, "even with all the lights on." nodded agreement. It was raining with a vengeance. "At least we don't have far to go," he observed. "And anyway, it'll make it harder for them to spot us. 'Through optical sights, sir," Barbousse grumped with a smile. Those jammers in the hull ought to confuse their other sensors some." Brim offered. Barbousse smiled. "They won't believe it if they do pick us up, Lieutenant," he said. "Nobody would go out on a night like this." Absolutely," Brim agreed as he stretched forward and opened the phase converter. "You make sure traction gear works and I'll test the COMM. After that, we'll get started and find out." Five display globes again hovered above shifting light patterns of the COMM cabinet as Barbousse gunned the traction engine from driver's seat. Everybody ready?" Brim asked this time in short-range "secure" mode. versions of "Aye, sir" provided his answer from the other fieldpieces. Fragonard?" Ready, sir," came his answer on the interCOMM from the turret. peered around hunched form of Barbousse in the driver's seat. The big rating had windshield cleaners in action, the trees appeared like specters the dim illumination of the battle headlights. All set?" he asked. All set, sir." Let's move out." Aye, sir." Barbousse nodded and carefully lowered the thrust sink. The big machine lumbered into motion, its traction system throttled back just above idle. Brim swung in his seat, watching five pairs of battle headlights follow in a serpentine track among the trees. "There," rating muttered, manhandling the heavy vehicle into a sharp left turn. Cableway?" Brim asked. sir," answered. "But I'm not lockin' on cable-just as you ordered, Lieutenant." He cocked his head momentarily. "Do you suppose they can track who's followin' cable?"
!!!! "Don't know for sure," Brim admitted. "But it's always possible-and besides, the construction road isn't that far away." Aye, sir," agreed Barbousse, peering out into the rain ahead. To Brim, the raging torrent looked like a meteor shower in the battle headlights' dull glow. They drove in silence, Barbousse picking his way carefully with the trees a bare ten irals to his left. "Break in the woods coming up, sir," he said tensely. Brim peered past the man's shoulder. "About the right time," he confirmed. "Try it." Then he turned to the five COMM displays. "Hard right coming up," he warned the others. "Watch for a break in the woods to starboard." The landscape abruptly skidded to the left and the fieldpiece tipped precipitously, then righted, Barbousse swearing under his breath. Then they were once more under control, picking their way slowly along the overgrown construction road. Considerably time elapsed before the six vehicles completed their circuitous route around the research center-successfully avoiding nine open quarry pits along the way. By the time they drew to a halt at the cableway again (this time on far side of the campus), neatly half the night had passed. Everybody still with me?" he asked the COMM cabinet. five voices replied. Barbousse?" Doing fine, sir," big rating assured him. Very well," Brim said. "Let's be at it-just as if we'd been coming this direction all day." Aye," Barbousse called over the roar of the traction engine. He swung the heavy vehicle left onto the cableway. "Picking up the cable now," be reported as a trio of green lights began to pulse on the panel before him. "Lock on." Good," Brim replied. "Let's put the lights on-we might as well get it over with and be done for once and all." Barbousse switched energy to three big forward illuminators all the running lights. The other five fieldpieces followed suit. Brim mentally shuddered as trees bordering the cable right-of-way stood out in sudden detail. He imagined the lighted machines looked a lot like six oversized refugees from a Gambian Feast of Lights. In due time, they coasted to the foot of lengthy downgrade, then began what the map promised was a short climb their first view of the research center at bottom of hill. Just before they crested the rise, Barbousse drew to a halt, hovering in place over cable. Outside, right-of-way was now lined with a row of tall night illuminators like Karlsson lamps. They made hazy orange circles in the driving rain. "All right, Fragonard, it's time," Brim called into the interCOMM. A moment later, the turret hatch opened and the ordnance man scrambled down ladder, raced across the deck, and fairly burst into the control cab in a spray rain. "Universe!" he sputtered as he struggled out of his battle helmet. "Make sure you've got your suit dogged down tight; otherwise it could fill up and drown you." I'll do that," Barbousse laughed. "And we've got a long way to walk." All set?" Brim asked. Barbousse answered. Remember to flash the signal three times-soon as you can see my lights," Brim reminded them.
!!!!"Three times it is, sir," Barbousse assured him. "If the map's right, we shouldn't need more'n twenty cycles to get there." He pulled his helmet over his head, then followed Fragonard over the hatch coaming and out into the storm. - Brim slammed the hatch shut in a shower of flying rain, watching the two men scramble down the ladder. At the bottom, Barbousse waved, touching his thumb and forefinger together, then the two figures set off through ankle-deep puddles toward the top of the hill and soon disappeared into the gloomy downpour. Brim hovered, idling a full thirty cycles just to be sure, then settled in the driver's seat, lowered the thrust sink, and drove the lumbering cannon up over the crest of the hill, locked on to the cable. Behind, five more brightly lit vehicles followed. Interminable cycles later, a ruby glow clawed its way through the deluge three times in succession. He stepped up his speed along the downgrade until a number of high illuminators began to show through the rain ahead: Hagbut's target-now his own-was less than a cycle away. He forced himself to relax. Now was the time for calm, not mind-numbing tension. He pulled up sharply just outside the guard~shack, adjusting big vehicle's traction system its highest-and noisiest-power level. Then, taking his cue from the officers aboard Valentin's ill-fated corvette, he boldly activated the external amplifiers. "Well?" he broadcast imperiously in Vertrucht. "Hurry, fools. We have little time to dawdle here at your gate. Enemy vehicles are area." P-Please identify yourself, s-sir," a voice responded unsurely from the guard shack. smiled to himself. Just as he guessed. "Identify myself, indeed!" he growled. "You will present yourself immediately to open the gate in person, fool." But w-we have orders..." How long," Brim interrupted, "has it been since your last fire-flogging, fool?" sir..." You will immediately present me with your name for the Center's flogging roster or you will, alternatively, open gate." A moment, sir." !!!!"Immediately." The door to the guard shack opened and a fat, slack-jawed guard waddled onto the stoop as if his feet hurt. His hand was palm up in a very unnecessary verification of the teeming rain. Behind him, Brim saw a second guard struggling into some sort of foul-weather suit. As the first stepped all the way out into the storm, great arm materialized suddenly from the shadows and wrapped itself around face. In the next instant, a jeweled knife flashed in the glare of headlights. Then guard's tunic was covered with a rain-thinned curtain of red before everything disappeared again in shadows. Brim gunned the traction system to muffle any further noise when second guard met a similar fate. Abruptly, Barbousse and Fragonard scrambled around the corner-battle suits surprisingly free of stains-and disappeared inside the guardhouse. Each carried a big Gantheisser ready at hip. Light flashed explosively for a few heartbeats from half-open door, then the two reappeared at a dead run for main gate. huge one-section gate must have been heavy, Barbousse and Fragonard struggled considerably before it grudgingly slid aside. Extinguishing his running lights, Brim began to move through opening. slowed to crawl while the two ratings boarded on fly, then shoved the big traction system to its highest speed and roared into the campus toward their second objective: the hostage compound. Moments later, Barbousse and Fragonard yanked the hatch open clambered over the
coaming, dripping rain. !!!!"I think it's lettin' up," Fragonard declared, popping off his helmet. Has to," Barbousse agreed. "Can't be much left up there anymore." He peered through the windshield. "They've got a map in the guard shack back there, Lieutenant," he said. "We guessed right-that square fenced area is marked with the Vertrucht symbol for prisoners you taught me." Good," Brim said, nodding out ahead and to his left. "That's it, just off the port bow." He switched off two of the three cable followers. "How'd it go back there?" he asked. Like it was programmed, Lieutenant," Barbousse declared. "They never got the first warning out." Brim smiled to himself. So far, so good, he thought-but the business was far from finished. At about three thousand irals, he eyed the entrance to hostage compound. He could just make out the rooflines beyond against sky, and in that instant, the last details of his plan fell into place. "Second and third fieldpieces follow me!" he yelled at COMM cabinet. "Last three shear off and take out anybody you find at the city-side gate. Got that?" Five voices returned a confusion of assent just before the last three fieldpieces pulled out of line. The Carescrian grinned and flexed his shoulders. Then he disengaged third cable follower and leaned hard on the left rudder pedal. His big machine banked wildly and skidded around until it was racing full speed for the gate. The roar of the traction system was deafening in the cab. A glance over his shoulder assured him the other two fieldpieces were in close formation behind him, bobbing and swaying ponderously as they galloped over the uneven ground, battle headlights like the eyes of great steam-breathing nocturnal monsters. Halt and identity yourself!" someone yelled over a loud hailer from the guard shack ahead. opened the phase gate farther and the speed increased again. The big machine was barely under control now, swaying and skidding from side to side, clouds of steam belching from the cooling system and the rain streaming from its sodden flanks. "Buckle in!" he warned. Ahead, a cluster of figures burst from the guard shack with blast pikes, kneeled, and began to fire, their charges pattering harmlessly against the armored plate of the rampaging field-piece. Hang on!" Brim yelled over the howl of the straining traction system. Simultaneously, guards seemed realize what was about to happen. As one, dropped their pikes and scattered in all directions-but much too late. Every one disappeared beneath the front of the vehicle into the thrashing torrent of gravity from raging logic lens. An open-mouthed head suddenly bounced forward into glow battle headlights, rebounded from a rock, and trailed a smeared string of dark red offal across the armored windshield as it joined a ragged upper torso that spun lazily in their wake like a thrown rag doll. Then, with a tearing, shrieking crash, the fieldpiece burst wildly over guard shack, throwing a torrent flying debris in all directions. jammed the thrust sink into full detent amid screeching protest from the traction system; they shuddered to a stop not more than fifty irals from the first four hostage barracks. He glanced over his shoulder again as other two fieldpieces drew to a skidding halt nearby- the last spun dizzily out control for a moment before coming to rest precariously against a solid-looking utility building. At the same moment, the sky his right lit, blazing forth with terrific flashes of disruptor fire, followed by waves of concussion as the last three cannon went work on whatever League forces they found marshaled at city-side gate. Leaving the controls set at a fast idle, he joined the two ratings at the hatch. "You know what do," he yelled over the hiss of cooling system. "Each of you take a building-get the
hostages out quick as you can. Any of 'em can't fly, get 'em on one of the fieldpieces-anywhere. Understand?" !!!!"Understand, Lieutenant," Barbousse answered, then he disappeared over the coaming, followed by Fragonard. Brim clamped his helmet firmly in place and climbed down the ladder after them. Outside, the storm appeared to have run its course. Only a few drops spattered against his faceplate before they were instantly cleared. Ahead, Barbousse was already inside the first building of the first row. Fragonard was heading for the second. To his right in the darkness, Brim made out six other figures heading in a low crouch for the second row of barracks. All the buildings appeared to be dark, both outside and inside. Unexpectedly, a group of figures dashed from the third building, firing wildly in all directions. One discharge flashed blindingly beside Brim, knocking him from his feet and rolling him across the muddy turf. He lay low for a moment while deadly beams of energy crisscrossed only fractions of an iral above his helmet. Proton grenades flashed coldly in the darkness and guttural shouts filled the air. Then his vision cleared and he clambered stiffly to one knee, took his great side-action blaster from its holster, and, in an Academy-perfect two- hand crouch, blew nearest Leaguer completely half. Sadeskayan Bears, he observed, built powerful hand weapons. Moments later, a number of thundering Gantheissers suddenly joined his blaster, and the defenders rapidly disappeared, screaming in a welter of flame and concussion. An instant later, he was back on his feet and at entrance to one of the barracks. He blew latch from the door and U burst into the poorly lighted room-where he stopped short shuddering in absolute horror. The stench of rotting flesh alone was almost enough to drive him gagging into the fresh night air. The far end of the room was filled by a pitiful knot of cadaverous things guessed once were like the flighted people he had seen aboard Prosperous. Now they were unbelievably emaciated-with shriveled stumps where once there had been wings. No wonder he'd seen no one aloft! He'd been warned-characteristic Triannic pragmatism. He stood for a moment, transfixed, then forced his mind once again into action. "Can any of you walk?" he choked. Y-You...an Imperial!" one of them stammered from be-hind starved, deep-set eyes. "Our hopes are answered." Have you come to set us free?" a spectral woman asked in a thin voice. Yes," Bum said, his eyes filling with tears. "Can any of you...walk?" We can walk if our steps lead to freedom," a gaunt old man with white beard and spindly, ill-matched wing stumps pronounced somberly. "Freedom of any kind." Brim fought emotions back under control. 'Three League fleldpieces wait outside," he said. "Climb aboard-anywhere. They're not very suitable, but..." They will serve, young man," another haggard prisoner said. "We shall carry our comrades who can no longer walk. Come, my friends. We make our way to more useful employment." nodded as fleshless mass of humanity untangled itself from end of the room and began to shamble the door. Outside, he could see other halting lines of people already struggling reach the waiting vehicles. Barbousse and Fragonard were both in the adjacent barracks as he ran along the walkway. The next building-opened by someone else by now-was a repeat of the last, emptying a pitiful remnant of emaciated bodies with blackened, deep-set eyes and torn, snapped-off wings. Some were already dead, as were many others in remainder of barracks he visited. Then, once all buildings had been opened, he found himself running headlong through
the pitiful lines of shambling hostages. The wind had picked up now and the rain came in spurts. Nearby, Fragonard and Barbousse were boosting hostages gently up the ladder and onto the vehicle's broad back. All three machines were filling rapidly with pitiful knots of what once were graceful flighted men and women. "Get 'em up there quick as you can," he yelled to ordnance man. "I want us out of here before the Leaguers bring up some real reinforcements!" !!!! As the six machines lumbered back through the gate and up the hill-running lights darkened this time-stars were showing through the clouds. Brim glanced at his timepiece and nodded. They almost precisely on the schedule he had set. Less than a metacycle remained before dawn. The first recall signal was broadcast from Prosperous not long after Brim and his party rejoined the other three fieldpieces just over the crest of the hill. "Battlecruisers, Lieutenant," Fragonard reported with a look of concern. "Operations gives us less than four watches before Prosperous leaves-ten metacycles at most." Brim pursed his lips, thinking of Sandur's warning, then he shrugged and smiled. "Ten metacycles gives us plenty of time," he answered in what he hoped was a voice of confidence. "If you say so, Lieutenant," Fragonard muttered, but his face gave the lie to his words. Count 'em yourself," Brim reasoned. "It took us only three to drive to the high bridge-so four metacycles will certainly get us back from here. And with another for shuttling up to Prosperous, we still have most five metacycles to use looking for Colonel Hagbut." Fragonard's eyes looked as if someone had just slapped him on the side of the head. smiled sympathetically at the ordnance man's discomfort. "I understand how you feel," he said honestly. "And I am also well aware of how close that could be cutting things. But we can't just desert those men without least giving our best shot bring them home. Remember, we're gone, they have no hope at all." You're right, sir," Fragonard agreed. I understand. I'd surely want it that way if I were in their shoes." nodded. "Besides," he said with a grin, "we'll have some potent help locating 'em soon as we call in the Fleet." Fragonard knuckled his forehead. "Sorry. I..." Sorry nothing," Brim interrupted with a smile. "You gave me chance to review my plans. Everybody needs a sanity check once in while." Then he winked and made his way to where BA1TLE COMMs were busily rigging a portable KA'PPA. Ready a moment, Lieutenant," a signal rating said. "By my timepiece, it's just about time to make your call." nodded, remembering his last view of the research center as he had crested the hill just before dawn. All the lights had been blazing-too late, he had noted with satisfaction. Now, early cycles the morning, the clouds of the spent storm were disappearing rapidly and a cool breeze rustled ft the grass outside the fieldpieces. Everything smelled A'zurn's rich, wet soil. The sirens were again quiet-he could hear chirps of morning birds and a low babble of conversation from A'zurnians over idling rumble of nearby traction systems. All ready to call the Fleet in from orbit, Lieutenant," rating declared. "Your time window begins...now." Call 'em," he ordered.
!!!!Instantly, patterns of light changed position and hue on the console while overhead KA'PPA rings spread lazily from the beacon on its portable tower. "Sent," the rating reported. Then, only ticks later, he added, "And acknowledged, Lieutenant. They're ready." Brim nodded. "Pack it up then, ladies," he said to the BATTLE COMMs. "We'll be moving out momentarily. Then he trotted across the field and hoisted himself up the ladder. Climbing over the coaming, he turned to stare out open hatch-listening. He waited only cycles before he heard the distant rolling thunder. Nothing else in the Universe made a sound like that. Big, deep-space antigravity generators, a number of them, if his ears heard correctly. As far as his eyes could see, the overcast was shredded now into distinct layers of gray and white cloud tinged here and there by the gold of a still-hidden dawn. Below these, visibility was perfect. The rumble quickly grew to a crackling, pulsing thunder he could feel as well as hear. Soon the very air was steeped in it, a palpable, physical sensation that seemed to shake the very warp and woof of the planet itself. Direction was obvious now. Brim peered into the fleecy clouds-any moment now. From research center, he caught overwhelmed wail of sirens. He grinned to himself. Too late for those, too! Presently, the ships came arcing down among the distant clouds, growing rapidly as they steered directly for his bill. At the same time, the entire Universe dissolved in an unbelievable storm of raw, physical sound that physically throbbed against the massive fieldpieces and blasted the forest on either side of the cable right-of-way in a cloud of dead leaves. For a moment, the sky itself darkened, then the three big K-type Fleet destroyers glided overhead not more than two thousand irals high, their slipstreams whistling shrilly past bridges, deck- houses, and casemates as they came. Each hatch housing on their undersides was visible as twelve long-barreled 200-mnm~disruptors indexed smoothly downward, targeted on the research center. An instant later, all discharged in crackling waves of blinding green plasma and incredible concussion. Brim felt his hair stand end. Trees glowed and sparked with globs of ball lightning-and the buried cable itself writhed burning from ground in a traveling burst of soil and debris. Then a monstrous black cloud erupted over the hill with a vivid core of crimson and yellow flame as the three destroyers banked away port into gentle climbing turn, their disruptors returning to fore-and-aft parked position. When the noise level!!!! dropped again, Brim could hear wild cheering from the A'zurnians. No one remained alive down there, and they knew!!!!it as well as he. "Ships're calling for you, Lieutenant," Barbousse yelled, pointing to the COMM cabinet. ripped himself from his near trance and stepped into the control cabin. "Sublieutenant Wilf Brim here," he shouted. Commander Englyde Zantir here, Wilf," a voice boomed from among the flashing lights. "We're at your service long!!!!as you need us. What else can we do to brighten your morning, Lieutenant?" stiffened. Englyde Zantir-everybody knew that name: dashing hero of a thousand hard- won battles. At his service. He was stunned. "Th-Thank you, sir," he stammered, then quickly recovered. Hero worship could wait. "We need to find Colonel Hagbut's men, Commander," he continued. "They've been captured. If they're still in the area at all, they ought to be near their personnel carriers-six of them, I think. Last transmission came from nine thirteen point five by E9g." Personnel carriers," Zantir repeated thoughtfully. "Well, we'll have a look for them." In the distance, rumble from the destroyers ceased fade.
!!!!Brim looked toward the top of the hill, beyond which huge chunks of molten rock and debris were still falling through the!!!!towering column of smoke. "You people up to traveling some more this morning?" he called to A'zurnians. "We need to move up the hill." "Oh, we're all right, Lieutenant," a voice called out from the pitiful collection of rags and starved flesh. "You Imperials worry about driving this thing, and we'll worry about hanging on." Yeah," another called out. "We've got a few scores to settle." nodded to Barbousse, the traction system roared, and the fieldpiece lumbered ahead. At the crest of the hill, Brim gasped first in astonishment, then in dumbfounded horror. Even the A'zurnians hushed with awe. Below, in the place where the research center once stood, all that now remained at the base of the towering smoke column was a glowing, bubbling crater perhaps two thousand irals wide and a hundred irals deep. Around this, a charred circle of smoldering, melted destruction extended outward another thousand irals. The blackened cable trench ran from the top of the bill and disappeared into the lurid incandescence below. He shook his head-a single salvo! So much for map locus 765jj. It was the renewed A'zurnian cheering that brought him back to reality. The broken-winged shreds of once-flighted beings were now on their feet, clapping each other on the back pointing toward the destruction like men possessed (which, retrospect, he supposed they were). He smiled grimly. Thus grew the seeds of Nergol Triannic's eventual downfall! Commander Zantir for you again, Lieutenant," Barbousse interrupted. nodded. The rumble of the destroyers was getting louder again. Believe we've found old Hagbut for you, Wilf," Zantir's voice chuckled from the COMM cabinet. "Six armored personnel carriers-Imperial built. Is that right?" Yessir," Brim replied. "Six of them." Not far from you, then," Zantir said. "Two hills distant, near a quarry of some sort. Do you have a chart?" I've got one, Commander," Brim answered. "An A971FF." Good," replied Zantir. Like mine-with the late research center at the top. Your hill is the next one down. Right?" Aye, sir." Two hills to left is what looks like a stone quarry. See that?" I see it, Commander," Brim acknowledged. That's where they are, Wilf," Zantir said. "The six troop carriers are parked on the paved apron you see surrounding the pit. The whole thing's guarded by eight big Leaguer tanks of some kind-shouldn't be much of a problem for those fieldpieces you're in. They're pulled up close around the pit so they can aim at the prisoners." Thank you, sir," replied as he studied the chart. No cableway connected him to the enemy position, but his BATTLE COMMs by now were adept at handling the big machines with rudder pedals alone, and the path to the quarry looked as if it were clear of obstructions for most way. "We still need your help, Commander," he added. Name it, Wilf," Zantir replied. "We've got more than nine metacycles to get you back to Prosperous." sir," Brim answered. And what I need more than anything else right now is your noise." Our what?"
!!!!"Your noise, Commander," Brim repeated. "While you're orbiting the area, we can sneak up on anything, even riding these roaring monsters." Aha," Zantir exclaimed, laughing. "Good thinking, Wilf! Regula Collingswood said you were a bright lad, and she's seldom wrong. We'll be back in half a moment-at which time nobody will so much as hear himself think!" Brim looked Out at the A'zurnians-no battle suits for them. No protection from anything-and in a very few cycles, a pitched battle was a distinct possibility. He slid the window open beside him, leaned out, and explained the situation in as few words as possible. What that means," he concluded, "is that we can leave you here in the safety of the forest or you can go with us. The choice is yours." Not a moment of hesitation elapsed. They roared mass, "We go. We go against the League!" In moments, A'zurnians on the other fieldpieces had also taken up the shout and turned it into a litany. "We go. We go against the League! We go!" Then the stillness of the skies shattered once again as Zantir's destroyers returned. The next cycles were the noisiest Brim could remember in his lifetime. Once he gave orders to move out, the three destroyers took up station around the quarry, circling at a constantly diminishing radius that brought one of them blasting low over Brim's galloping fieldpieces every fifteen cycles. Even in the protection of his battle helmet, the noise was absolutely deafening. He marveled that A'zurnians could stand it out on the unsheltered flanks of vehicle, but all were flapping their pitiful wing stumps excitedly and pointing ahead like children on a holiday outing. six bellowing, steam-spewing vehicles covered the distance to quarry in what seemed to be no time at all. They were soon charging up the last hill toward a wide opening in the surrounding ring of dense forest. On either side of opening, two huge-and incredibly old-looking-carved columns rose into the morning sky, each topped by the figure of a huge flighted warrior, wings outspread as if in gliding flight. Double up!" Brim yelled at COMM cabinet, wondering if anyone on receiving end could hear anything he said. His answer came in moments when the second fieldpiece in line pulled abreast on his starboard side and thundered along in tandem with him, hostages grinning and laughing in the slipstream as they clung to the vehicle's bucketing deck. The convoy exploded between two columns, scattering Leaguers left and right as they came. "Stand by," he yelled into the COMM cabinet. "Starboard column takes the starboard pit, port takes port-have your disruptors aimed at one of those tanks!" As they burst onto the apron, he saw score of Leaguers sprinting for their tanks, but already were much too late. The big fieldpiece careened wildly to port as Barbousse skidded out onto apron, then again to starboard as they raced along the periphery of pit. He watched the disruptor indexing smoothly this way and that as Fragonard compensated for Barbousse's wild maneuvering-but it was always aimed for one of the enemy tanks. The ordnance work done in forest had not been wasted. Then traction engine bellowed in reverse while big vehicle shuddered to a stop a boiling cloud of steam. As the other five fieldpieces skidded into place, Zantir's voice boomed from the COMM console. "Looks as if that went well, Wilf." Aye, sir," Brim answered. "So far..." I shall put up into orbit above atmosophere, then." Zantir said, his voice amplified above roar of his generators. "You'll be able to negotiate with them bit more easily if they can
hear what you have to say-and we'll stick around to back you." The roaring boomed momentarily, then Brim watched the triangular shapes disappear into the clouds and suddenly the landscape was saturated with a delirious silence. !!!! In the first tentative chirps from surrounding trees, Brim watched the stunned Leaguers begin to revive. Beyond, at the quarry pit, the Imperial prisoners started to wave cheer. Beside him the ex-hostages only stared in deadly silence at their torturers. They sensed their time was near. Abruptly, the Carescrian was galvanized into action. "Fire up the outside amplifiers," he whispered, thinking furiously. "I have a game to play with these bastards-and I learned the rules from a man named Valentin." The amplifiers clicked on and hummed. Brim watched the dazed Leaguers freeze in place and warily turn toward his fieldpiece, waiting. Then, from the corner of his eye, he caught the turret of one of the enemy tanks as it surreptitiously began to creep around from its bearing on the prisoners. Squelching the amplifier input, he hit the turret intezCOMM. "Take that tank out, Fragonard," he ordered calmly. "Between those two piles of rocks-right now." "No problem, Lieutenant," the ordnance man said, "now that I've got these honkers calibrated." The stubby disruptor overhead moved smoothly to the left, dropped rapidly, then thundered, rocking the massive chassis back on its gravity cushion. Opposite, the League tank disappeared in a neat cloud of blackish flame, ragged chunks of debris wobbling over trees and out of sight. The too-clean stench of ozone filled the air, but not a stone was disturbed on either side of the void where the tank had been. Nice," Brim commented. All in setup, Lieutenant," Fragonard said modestly. Nearby, Leaguer in a black suit had begun to emerge from one of the tanks. He stopped to peer at the empty space, turned for one quick glance at the glowing disruptor on Brim's field- piece, then disappeared again into the hatch. Brim lifted squelch from the amplifiers. "Surrender, or we blast you all to atoms," he broadcast in Vertrucht. "As you can see, we've learned a thing or two about your cannon." Silence. Four archestrals remain for your answer, fools," he said. "Then we destroy you." That gave them two full cycles to make up their minds. An amplifier clicked on at black-suited Leaguer's tank. Another shot from those fieldpieces, and we kill our prisoners, Imperial fool," a metallic voice warned. So?" Brim inquired imperiously. Surprised silence ensued. "Well...ah...you know," the metallic voice said lamely. "We kill all these Imperial prisoners we have captured. Including your Colonel Hagbut. Make no mistake, Imperial. We mean what we say!" Of course you do," Brim said laconically. "But that really doesn't have much effect on me- or my mission." What do you mean?" Listen, hab'thall," Brim chuckled into amplifier, my orders say bring back the six personnel carriers you've got parked on the apron-they're expensive. We can get soldiers anywhere, and of course we've got to shoot old Hagbut anyway for getting himself captured." He looked at his timepiece. "You've got two archestrals left."
!!!!More silence. Finally, the voice came again from the tank. "You say you can replace the soldiers anywhere?" "Well, of course, fool-just like you," Brim answered. He knew he had them now. "You kill those prisoners and we bring the personnel carriers back empty-with you dead, of course. Otherwise..." O-Otherwise?" you certainly must know that," Brim answered. "Otherwise, we blow up your tanks without you in them. Either way, we get what we came for, understand?" Yes...I ah, understand." I was pretty sure you would," Brim said. "All right. Time's up. What'll it be? We have a busy day ahead of us." Above his head, he watched big disruptor index toward the next enemy tank. "Ready..." he broadcast. "Aim...!" The other disruptors indexed slightly. We capitulate! Don't shoot!" the metallic voice screeched, this time in broken Imperial Avalonian. "We capitulate!" Suddenly, the A'zurnians and Imperial prisoners in the pit erupted into wild cheering. Brim took a deep breath, hoped his voice wasn't shaking too noticeably, then spoke again into the amplifier. "Very well," he broadcast. "Then I want those tanks of yours emptied immediately. Everybody out. Weapons on the ground in front of you. I'm sending the A'zurnians to make sure none of you retain any surprises." He watched the cheering ex- hostages pile off the fieldpieces and hobble toward tanks-all of which were soon open, crews standing forlornly before them, weapons in the hands of their former A'zurnian captives. silently wondered bow many of the Leaguers would be alive by the time the sun set. The lucky ones, he concluded, would not be among them. And I've given the personnel carriers to the A'zurnian underground as well, Colonel Hagbut," Brim explained. "They'll take them over immediately with the Leaguer tanks, then send crews with us on the run to Magalla'ana so they can drive these fieldpieces back when we ship out." Two ragged A'zurnians stood quietly at rear of the control cabin. Hagbut's eyes narrowed for a moment-could almost swear he heard clockwork clattering nearby, then man's!!!!face broke into a wide grin. He put a fatherly arm around Brim's shoulders and thumped him on the back. "You make me PROUD of you, boy," he roared. "I KNEW you had it in you when I put you in charge. I shall write a favorable memorandum on your behalf." Brim felt his eyebrows raise-along with his hackles A half-stifled snort issued from Barbousse at COMM cabinet. shall tell my high command that success of the mission is actually tribute to the fine training received at old Darkhurst Academy," Hagbut continued, striking heroic pose. He turned to address the A'zurnians. "This accomplishment, gentlemen, is merely the latest in the unbroken series of military victories which mark my career." He indicated Brim with his free hand-as if the Carescrian were his personal prodigy. "I provided this talented young man with the proper equipment!!!! for his task, instructed him as to mission parameters, then COMMANDED him until I could no longer physically command. Once properly instructed and equipped, he merely followed my lead to insure the success the mission." He turned again to Brim. "Yes, young man," he said, "I shall write, a highly favorable memorandum concerning your part in this successful operation. YOU FOLLOW ORDERS WELL!" Four-metacycle departure warning from Prosperous, Lieutenant Brim," Barbousse interrupted in a choked voice.
!!!!Brim winked at the big rating, then turned to Hagbut. "Perhaps we should consider starting out for Magalla'ana, Colonel," he suggested. "Took us a bit more than three metacycles to drive here in the first place, and we left a real mess negotiate at the end of that high suspension bridge." They both stopped to watch the BATTLE COMMs hoisting a Fleet battle pennant to the top of the KA'PPA tower where it fluttered lazily just below the transmitter-more magic courtesy Barbousse. Hagbut nodded his head and glared out of the corner of his eye. Then he took a deep breath. "All right," he conceded. "Lieutenant Brim, you may broadcast orders for my men to mount the fieldpieces immediately." only just made it. When Brim's steam-breathing field-pieces charged into the pickup zone with battle flags flying, they became the last vehicles to return at all. The whole area was littered with abandoned equipment, most of it showing clear evidence that other segments of raid also met with serious opposition. Only one large shuttle remained idling in the center the lift-off area, crewmen at both hatches beckoning frantically with their arms. "I think they want us to hurry," Barbousse said as be braked the big machine to a halt. So do I," Brim agreed. "If that League fleet is still on schedule, Anak and his battlecruisers can't be too far away anymore." He switched on the amplifiers. "End of the line, gentlemen," he announced to Hagbut's soldiers. "Everyone into shuttle over there-on the double!" Instantly; men began clambering to the ground. Hagbut was out of control cab before Brim had even stopped speaking and led sprint across field. "Don't stop for anything," the Carescrian added, chuckling-then he turned to the pair of gaunt A'zurnians who would take his fieldpiece back into the hills. One wore the battered tricornered hat of a highly placed A'zurnian nobleman, the other totally bald with a huge red welt from his prominent nose his right ear. Both were filthy and disheveled. Their wings had been cruelly snapped from their backs, ripped away, leaving long, ragged blades that moved slowly-and uselessly-while they talked. Except for a few facial differences, they were alike as twins, he thought with a twinge of pity. But then, emaciated people all tended to look alike. He had discovered that long ago in Carescria sunken cheeks, joints swollen, dressed in tattered rags that hung in shreds from their bony frames. Yet in these hollow eyes burned sparks of hope and deep bitter anger. These wrathful men would soon make implacable enemies for conquerors of A'zurn. No fear of death remained among them. Each long ago relinquished all hope for his life. Barbousse had just finished reviewing the controls one last time. "Any more questions, gentlemen?" big rating asked with a grin. We want to be sure you put these mechanical brutes to the best use possible." Thanks your patient instruction, we have none," said the one with the tricornered hat. My colleague and I will master the machine with practice." At one time," the second one croaked, holding up spindly forefinger, "we masters of many machines. Fine machines...." But few weapons among them," the other with surprising vehemence. "When we have scourged Triannic's plague from our homeland, we shall never again neglect that part of-our responsibilities." Nor forget a brave Imperial lieutenant named Wilf Brim-to whom we credit all success of mission," the scarred one added. "Someday," he said, when a new generation of A'zurnians have regained our heritage of flight, properly thank both you and Starman
Barbousse. Meanwhile, there are ways to appropriately express our appreciation in a more current time frame." !!!! Brim smiled with embarrassment, fighting a lump in his throat. "Just keep on fighting," he interrupted. "Live and win! That's thanks enough for any of us." Then he saluted the two gaunt warriors before they could continue, and followed Barbousse down the ladder. "Good-bye and good hunting," he shouted as his feet hit the grass. An instant, after he cleared the hull, the traction engine roared and the fieldpiece lumbered off after the others toward the protection of the low hills that formed the lower boundary of the city. In control cabin, man with the tricornered hat was saluting him through armored glass. Respectfully, he returned the salute, then turned and sprinted desperately after Barbousse for the shuttle-which was half buttoned up and clearly ready to lift. Only the aft hatch was still open, with a gaggle of BATTLE COMMs crowding up the ladder. "COME ON, you worthless Fleet types," Hagbut yelled from the opening. "Anak's ahead of schedule. GET A MOVE ON 1T!" Running for all he was worth, Brim glanced over his shoulder-nobody was there. He and Barbousse were the last off A'zurn! Somehow he found strength to run even faster. The shuttle was already moving forward when he followed Barbousse onto ladder, shaking with exertion. It was climbing vertically when the big rating dragged him by his arms through the opening, panting desperately. next days became a confused melange of wailing sirens and sprinting crew members- beginning with a full-emergency takeoff when Prosperous' powerful Drive crystals shook her massive hull like a storm-driven leaf. Every few metacycles, alarms clattered in the liner's bridge as sensitive detectors picked up long-range locator probes from the enemy battlecruisers-but the return signals were evidently too weak to betray the Imperials' location, and after a time the probing came less frequently, finally ceasing altogether On morning third day. Raid Prosperous was over. During the return to Gimmas Haefdon, two personal messages from widely separated sources caught Brim's attention immediately. The first, from Effer'wyck/Gimmas, had been sent only metacycles after his release of the A'zurnian hostages. It contained the following lines penned-he assumed-by Margot herself. "Wilf the Helmsman flies faster than Fate: Wilf is he who rides early and late,/Wilf storms at your ivory gates: Pale king of the Dark Leagues, Beware!" Her short message ended with cryptic sentences: "Today, Wilf, I begin to earn my own way in this awful war. Think of me." This time, it was signed simply "Margot." wasted little time puzzling over words during his return flight-was relishing plans for discovering their real meaning (among other things) in person. Instead, he sent a short note of thanks, signed only "WiIf," then settled back to dream of his next rendezvous at Mermaid Tavern. second message, from Borodov/Gimmas @ Lo'Sodeskaya/983F6.735, contained another cross-reference to Journal of the Imperial Fleet. This article was much nearer the front of file and started: Gimmas Haefdon (Eorean Blockading Forces) 228/ 51995: Sublieutenant Wilf Brim from I.F.S. Truculent played decisive role in the recent A'zurn raid. Lead-
!!!!ing 25 men and eight captured mobile cannon under the command of Colonel (the Hon.) Gastudgon Z. Hagbut, Xce, N.B.C.... The usual debriefing followed Prosperous' planetfall on Gimmas Haefdon-this time conducted by a dried-out commander who may well have been as skilled in his profession as Margot Effer'wyck, but infinitely less pleasant to Brim. It seemed as if the cycles crawled by before he returned to Truculent-and the base COMM system. He called up her code the moment he finally returned to his cabin, but found to his dismay that Margot was "temporarily ~ reassigned and unavailable for personal contact." Emergency messages, he read, could be directed to her usual address-so long the sender harbored no illusions concerning time of delivery. And no date was set for her return. With a grim sense of foreboding, he now began to seriously question what she might have meant by earning her own way in the war. But his subsequent efforts to learn anything resulted in dismal failure-everywhere he tried. Personal inquiries wee turned away at the Technology Assessment Office by low-level clerks, and his own clearance was insufficient gain him audience with anyone who might have access to further information. It was as if she had disappeared from the Universe. So he sent a number of messages to Effer'wyck/Gimmas-all remained unanswered-and he finished the remainder Truculent's refit amid varying shades of gloom to match the weather outside. Not even obstreperous return of the Bears from Lo'Sodeskaya really helped, though a sudden increase in his meem intake considerably dulled the worst pangs of loneliness. A brief ceremony celebrated Barbousse's promotion to Leading Torpedoman, then a few standard days later, Truculent's lengthy refit was complete. Two weeks of space trials proved out her new systems, and Gimmas Haefdon's perpetual storms once again ebbed to insignificance in the aft Hyperscreens. Collingswood wisely saw to it that Brim's responsibiity- and metacycles at helm-were greatly increased during this, his second tour on blockade. And with this extra duty, the image of Margot Effer'wyck once more began to fade from his mind's eye. In time, her memory became bearable once more-but only just. Clearly, her "reset" had been much more successful than his. Baldwin, Bill - The Helmsman Chapter 7 THE HELMSMAN BY BILL BALDWIN CHAPTER 7 Partway into an endless early morning watch, Brim and Theada attended Truculent's helm while most of the crew snatched a few cycles' badly needed rest below. In the nearly deserted bridge, only occasional warning chimes snatches of disjointed, conversation disturbed the muted rumble of generators. Off port, a bleak asteroid shoal crawled diagonally astern beneath bows as though the destroyer were skirting the surface of some infinitely large inclined plane. "Good morning, friend Wilf," Ursis said cheerfully, materializing in a display globe. What gradient have we outside?"
!!!!"Morning, Nik," Brim said, peering at his readouts. "Looks like it's shifted a bit, now that you ask." So," Ursis mumbled, entering data via an overhead console. Let her fall off a few points to starboard nadir, Mr. Chairman," Brim ordered. The steering engine sounded for a moment, and the stars shifted slightly in his forward Hyperscreens. Course nine ninety-one, orange," the Chairman reported. Very well," he acknowledged, studying Truculent's decks the glow of a smoky dwarf blazing overhead. He swung his recliner aft, scanning the trunk of the KA'PPA mast and twin globes of the directors. Farther back, he cursorily checked the scorched cowling of their torpedo launcher flanked by the hemispheres of W and Z turrets. All appeared in trim--as usual. He had just reached above his head to start a suite of power-system checks when a shadow fell across the main console. He looked up to find Gallsworthy leaning over Theada's recliner. Take a break, son," the senior Helmsman muttered, indicating the bridge exit with his thumb. "I'll keep the seat warm while you're gone." But, Lieutenant," Theada protested, "I just had a..." You look tired, Theada," Gallsworthy said. "Tired." Oh. I, ah, see, Lieutenant," Theada agreed, fairly jumping out of the recliner. Gallsworthy nodded. "Give us about ten cycles," he said. Aye, sir," Theada said, squeezing his way into the main bridge corridor. thumped into the and frowned, drumming his fingers on the console. "I guess I'm a messenger today," he said, glowering at Brim. "Collingswood's asked me to pass on a bit of information she doesn't really want to talk about." Brim nodded, trying to appear indifferent-but inside he was all curiosity. Collingswood normally needed no intermediaries. She said what she wanted-when she wanted. "Yes, sir?" he asked. She's got herself dunned with another xaxtdamned Admiralty detail," Gallsworthy explained. "Has to 'volunteer' some of the crew. Only..." He pursed his lips and drummed his fingers again as if he were having trouble with the words. "Only," he repeated, "she got a few extra parameters with this order. Nobody's supposed to know about 'em. But you're a special case, in her eyes." scratched his head for a moment, then nodded as if reaching some internal accord. "I guess I agree with her," he said with a frown, "for whatever that's worth, Carescrian." Brim's curiosity was really piqued now. Senior Helmsmen never shared personal opinions with people who reported to them. He waited. would get it all out in his own good time. What it boils down to," the man continued at some length, "is that you, your friend Ursis, Theada, Barbousse, and a couple of ratings are going form a temporary team-Regula will brief you in a couple of cycles about it. And she's put Amherst in charge of the whole thing." nodded within. So that bothered her! He calmly scanned instruments, waiting. She wanted you to know," Gallsworthy said presently, that she didn't make Amherst assignment by choice. That part came in a personal note from Amherst's father-you've heard of Rear Admiral Amherst, I'm sure." sourly. He'd heard, all right. According to Borodov, the Admiral was among the loudest and most vocal opponents to passage of Lord Wyrood's Admiralty Reform Act. It certainly showed in his son. The old boy decided Puvis needed a bit more exposure in the media. Maybe a couple of
medals to help the next promotion." He chuckled gruffly-and uncharacteristically. "Probably you had something to do with that, punk, what with those articles you got in the Journal. So whatever happens, figure it's your own fault, one way or another." !!!! "I'll try to remember that, sir," Brim said, more than a little relieved it wasn't something worse. Life as an everyday Carescrian was still fresh enough in his mind that he could put up with quite a bit of harassment. Thank Collingswood sometime. I'm just the messenger," Gallsworthy said. "And, yeah, there's one more thing." Sir?" Gallsworthy nodded his head, indicating the systems console farther back in the bridge. "You have the job of telling Ursis. He's not going to like this at all." Within the metacycle, all four officers sat awkwardly together in Collingswood's cramped cabin-Ursis' bulk crowded in a center position. The Captain (dressed, as usual, in her worn sweater) was explaining what little she knew about the mission. "The Admiralty wouldn't give me much detail. Not even where you are going. Just that it involves a very small starship-some sort of scout, I imagine. That and a mercifully-for me-short duration: three weeks maximum, they say." Her eyes looked at Brim with a twinkle of humor. "These little side trips are getting to be a habit with you, Wilf," she said. Aye, Captain," Brim agreed with a grin. At any rate," she continued, "the requirement is for four officers: a leader, two Helmsmen, and an engineer. That ought to tell you where each of you fit. Plus a torpedoman and a crew of six general-purpose ratings. I'll be sending Barbousse to run that lot for you." Barbousse," Amherst gasped with raised eyebrows. "Why, he's only just been promoted to that rank. Besides which, the big lout has absolutely nothing between his oversized ears. Er, Captain." Collingswood's eyes narrowed. "I believe," she said patiently, "Barbousse will serve quite admirably. His records indicate a number of assignments within that duty category." Amherst sniffed, glancing first at Brim, then at Ursis. "Bloody lowbrow crew, if you ask me," he grumped peevishly. Brim glanced at Ursis. The Bear scowled. That will be sufficient, Lieutenant," Collingswood warned Amherst. "You will carry out the assignment ordered, whatever your personal feelings. Is that understood?" Her quiet voice had suddenly turned to hullmetal. Yes, Amherst agreed hurriedly. "I, ah, understand." Good," Collingswood said. "Because I am also permitting the mission to proceed while harboring some rather serious reservations of my own." Well!" Amherst started, then clearly thought better of it and abruptly shut his mouth. Collingswood closed her eyes and tapped her toe. "Since I have little more information to impart," she said stiffly, "I declare this meeting an end. We rendezvous with your pickup ship in approximately two metacycles-it will, I am assured, take you to your mysterious destination. Good luck to all," she said in a clear sign of dismissal. "I am sure I do not have to remind any of you that I expect performance that reflects favorably on the Imperial Fleet and on Truculent." Then, abruptly, she busied herself at a console. We shall do all in our power, Captain," Amherst muttered stiffly, leading the way from her
cabin Brim followed Ursis and shut the door quietly behind him. !!!! "Try to report to the transport hatch on time, you three," the First Lieutenant said. "I shall leave it your judgment who should be responsible for notifying Barbousse." Then he burned self-importantly down the ladder and disappeared into the next level below. Brim looked at Theada and smiled. "Don't worry," he said. "It won't be all that bad. Besides, Amherst has no objections to your pedigree at all." He patted the younger Helmsman on the back. "Go down and pack for a three-week trip; we'll meet you at the hatch. All right? If we all stick together, everything will come out all right. You'll see." Theada nodded his head smiled bravely. "I guess," he said uncertainly. Then with a grimace he Amherst down ladder. stood and shook his head and looked at Ursis. "Wonderful," he said with a wry grin. "Just thraggling WON-derful." The Bear frowned. "Perhaps, Wilf Ansor, it is not as bad as it seems, especially in light of the, shall we say, 'special' information Captain Collingswood has provided." How can that be, Nik?" Wilfasked. "We both know what he's like when he's got the wind up." Just so," Ursis growled quietly. "And because of it, I for one will never unthinkingly follow an order from him again. Nor, I suspect, will you." nodded. "You're right, Nik," he said. "Never again." Therefore," Ursis pronounced, holding his hands at his chest, palms inward, "we may be the only team that can operate successfully, given the circumstances." He narrowed his eyes and looked Brim directly in the face; "Others might well hesitate to cross him-as I hesitated. And with the same disastrous results." I was as guilty of that as you," Brim interrupted. 'Guilt' is a word that looks only toward the past," Ursis observed with a smile. "One of the most useful truisms from my homeland. This duty is in the present-and future. No?" It is." Then Lady Fate has smiled once more on the tired old Empire," Ursis said. "Let us notify our large compatriot, Barbousse, prepare for whatever Lady has in store." Shortly after midwatch, the "volunteers" gathered at Truculent's main hatch in time to view their rendezvous. Directly on schedule, a light cruiser swooped up out of the blackness and pulled smartly abreast. "Brand new," Ursis observed. "One of the new Nimrons, from her silhouette." I.F.S. Narcastle," Brim read, squinting through the Hyperscreens. That one's just finished fitting out," Theada said. "They must have called her in from her space trials." Outside, brows connected with a muffled series of clangs. Only moments later, air hissed into the passage and a mooring crew unsealed the main hatch. Look lively," Amherst whispered impatiently. "I shall brook no slackers while I am in command." Motioning the others to hurry, he shoved Barbousse roughly toward the transparent tube. Brim frowned. Something was definitely bothering the First Lieutenant. He briefly wondered what it was as he followed the Torpedoman into the hatch. On his way through tube, got a good look at new starship. She was shaped like an oversized lance and appeared twice the length of Truculent's angular hull. Like all Nimrons, she was specially built for high-speed reconnaissance work--supporting battle-fleet operations
in deep space. Accordingly, she was also lightly armed for her size, carrying only six small turrets on rings about a third of the way from bow and stern. A scant superstructure was topped by a sharply raked control bridge, and six hefty Drive plumes merged from oversized blast tubes exiting just behind her aft turret ring. !!!! Inside, she smelled every bit as new as she was. Ozone, sealant, hot metal: all the familiar detritus of starship-except the smells of life. Those latter took time to accumulate. And she certainly was called in from her space trials. She was filled with civilians everywhere he looked. Even the tube operators were dressed in the distinctive silver and green space suits of the big commercial shipyard at Trax. The team was met at the opposite air lock by a tight-faced lieutenant commander with a large red mustache and narrow-set eyes, who regarded them as if they were some special brand of nuisance. "This way, gentlemen," he directed unceremoniously, directing the way down narrow companionway to a large cabin clearly intended to house portions of a permanent crew. "I shall have to ask all of you to stay here for the remainder of the trip," he said. "Someone doesn't want you mingling with any of the trials crew we've got on board--too many civilians and all that sort, you know." "By whose authority, Commander?" Amherst protested peevishly. Mine will do as well as any, Lieutenant," officer said pointing to the lieutenant commander's insignia on his left shoulder. "And besides," he added as he slid the door shut in ft Amherst's face, "I'm not authorized to talk to any of you, either." Brim shrugged and looked at Barbousse, who standing politely with his five ratings. What do you know about this?" he asked out of the side of his mouth. "You always have advance word on what's going on." Barbousse chuckled quietly. "Aye, sir," he admitted. "That I usually do-but not this time. It's caught me as much by surprise you." Moments later, the steady rumble cruiser's Drive increased a deep thunder, and Brim watched through a small Hyperscreen scuttle as the familiar shape of Truculent dwindled rapidly in the distance. Ursis cocked a furry ear for a moment, then frowned "The flight crew is in a hurry to go somewhere," he said. "Drive crystals are wide open, from the sound of things." He settled into recliner, crossed his legs, and folded his hands across his chest. Just what think you are doing, Lieutenant?" Amherst demanded angrily. Relaxing, Lieutenant Amherst," the Bear said as he shut eyes. "Until someone lets us out of thiss cabin, it seems to be the most intelligent thing we can accomplish." Brim and Theada spent a few moments in desultory exploration of what little there was to see in the room, but eventually thumped into recliners beside him. Barbousse and other ratings followed suit. Amherst looked annoyed, but clearly had no acceptable rejoinder any of them. "Oh, very well," he said lamely. "I shall, ah, notify you what is expected next." I look forward to that," Ursis grunted quietly. In a few moments more, he was snoring. confined in the cabin for more than two Standard days-during which time the sound of the Drive never slackened from its original setting. They finally transferred to a large, curiously rust-colored shuttle craft when the Narcastle had driven deep into very empty- looking portion of the galaxy. Their mysterious destination turned out to be a barren, irregular chunk of red-oxide rock
orbiting an isolated gas giant where none of the star formations looked familiar to Brim. A flattened, bubble-shaped structure perhaps one hundred irals in circumference clung to a reasonably "level" section of the rock-colored to blend into the background. As the shuttle dove toward landfall, a worried-looking Amherst nudged the pilot and pointed below. Outside the bubble, three mean-looking starship torpedo scout craft hovered in the stillness at the end of short mooring beams. All three were League ships and all looked heavily armed. !!!! "Don't let our STSs bother you," the pilot drawled through a reddish mustache as he turned onto final approach. "All three of those little tubs down there belong to us." Oddly, his name was Blue, though his hair was red, crested to a remarkable degree, and his complexion chalk- like white. He had a narrow face with a thin nose and long freckled hands. He wore no battle suit (strictly against Imperial regulations in a shuttle), only a rumpled fatigue uniform with soft, casually scuffed boots that looked far more comfortable than military. He also handled the big shuttle as if he been born at its controls. Brim chuckled to himself with a strong suspicion that Blue and he would have much in common, as backgrounds went, but elected to keep his silence. The subject of pasts wasn't one of his favorites, either. He peered down at the enemy scouts--clearly Collingswood's "little starships"- and felt his curiosity piqued again. What now? Inside, the bubble structure was divided into a warren of "rooms" by partitions that did not quite touch the curviform top. Everything about the structure looked ready to be dismantled at a moment's notice. Military gray prevailed nearly everywhere, though occasional areas were finished in more humane colors. The air was uniformly dry and almost unappetizingly without odor--an attribute of all such tiny, self-contained way stations which recycled the same limited set of atoms to sustain life in midst of the lonely void. After a squat, gruff-looking woman with Mechanic's blazes on her collar took charge of Barbousse his ratings, the officers followed Blue into a narrow companionway. This ended in a severe cubicle containing a few display cabinets and a circle of uninviting field chairs- clearly some sort conference room. Before they could sit, a door opened at rear. "Gentlemen," Blue announced, "Colonel Dark." Long-legged, slim, and graceful, Colonel Dark was dressed in the sleek blue coveralls Lord Wyrood's Imperial Intelligence Service. On her, the tight uniform revealed a great deal more than it concealed. Her complexion almost chalky white and she wore long jet-black hair in a braid that coiled all the way to her knees. Her eyes were large, almond shaped, intelligent, hard. As she spoke, she fingered a curiously shaped obsidian fragment that could only be a splinter of hullmetal--some grim personal reminder, Brim considered, and decided he wanted to know nothing more it--ever. Special-duty crew from I.F.S. Truculent reporting, Colonel;" Amherst began importantly. I am Lieutenant--" We are aware everyone's identity, Lieutenant Amherst," Dark interrupted in a soft, husky voice--nearly ignoring his salute. "While you are here on Red Rock 9, we shall have little time for amenities of any kind." She bit her lip as she unconsciously worked the hullmetal fragment between long, well-manicured fingers. "Sit down listen carefully," she said "You have approximately two days to qualify for the mission." As he took his seat, Brim glanced quickly at Amherst. An ill-concealed look of astonishment had taken root on the First Lieutenant's face. (He was clearly unprepared for military conduct
outside the strict rules of Fleet protocol.) !!!! "If you prove to us you can master an STS, the operation's 'go' and you'll have all the details you want. If you can't, we'll scrub the whole thing and send you back home with our thanks for making try. But..." She paused significantly in the midsentence to look at each officer squarely in the eye. Brim felt his eyebrows raise. But," Dark repeated, "a surprise attack mounted by the Leaguers on another starbase--it doesn't matter which one--deprived us last night of your backup crew. So if you don't make it, the mission won't happen at all, and a very important person will probably die. Additionally, the Empire will lose a lot of information it vitally needs for its survival." Amherst suddenly looked concerned--frightened. He opened his mouth as if he were about to speak. Dark held up a warning hand. "Don't ask questions, Lieutenant, until after your crew masters operation of the Leaguer STS. Before you have accomplished that, I have nothing more say." and Theada spent the next half day buried in a captured STS simulator while the others learned what they could about the scout's systems makeup from Imperial data bases. Then, following a short rest period, the entire team donned battle suits and pulled themselves along zero-grav lifelines to ships themselves. Apparently, they want us to use the one marked 'E6O7,'" Amherst said on the suit circuit, pointing to rightmost of the three docked starships. "They say they keep the others here for spare parts." Closer inspection proved this to be true. Two of scouts were clearly missing important components, with hatches opened to the emptiness of space and holes yawning blindly in the control cabins in place of Hyperscreen panels. E607, however, was ready to fly--a deadly wedge of raw destruction. Overall, its sharply angular sixty irals described nothing so much as a narrow, single-edged ax head turned on its side with a small control cabin located midway along the length of its upper surface. On either beam, angular outriggers extended forward from the squared-off stern, each virtually filled with a powerful Klaipper-Hiss type-41 antigravity generator. The ship's wide, keen-edged bow was deeply notched on port and starboard extremes to accommodate torpedo-tube doors in the beam ends of hull. Between these, a squat, dome-shaped turret housed a 60-mmi rapid-fire disruptor. Aft of the rakish control cabin, a spacious well deck extended to the stern, bounded on port starboard by the breech ends of the torpedo launch tubes and storage for single reload carried for each. Offset a few irals from the center of the well deck, a row of twelve repulsion rings ran over the stern from a squat autoloader. These marked the little ship's limited capability to strew star mines in its path. Her flat bottom was clear from bow to stem except an oversized weapons dome housing a powerful 91-mmi disruptor. Within crowded hull a single Drive crystal provided thrust for Hyperlight dashes and occasional long-distance cruising. Inside, the cramped control cabin was laid out in a conventional half circle with the two Helmsman's positions facing forward Hyperscreens. Along the starboard side, a systems console extended to the air lock in aft bulkhead--and, curiously, included activators for firing the big 91-mmi in ship's belly turret. Miscellaneous controls, including those the
torpedo tubes and repulsion rings, were built into a neatly organized collection of panels that made up the port control array. The rapid-firing disruptor forward was operated directly from either of Helmsman's consoles. !!!!Once Ursis stabilized the ship's power, Brim doffed his battle helmet and sniffed the cabin's thin, stale air, taking stock of the uncomfortable seats and drab, strictly functional decor around him. "Grim" was probably a good characterization, he thought. Leaguers built fighting ships with only three real abilities; flying, fighting, and surviving. Everything else was sacrificed to the minimum necessary for operational reliability--including crew facilities. Two small cabins composed the single acquiescence to living occupancy. They were crammed under the forward deck between the torpedo tubes: a two-bunk cabin for officers, a four-bunk cabin for ratings. It wasn't merely uncomfortable--it was xaxtdamned near to being unacceptable. He shrugged. Only tough, dedicated crews survived on these grim little ships. "Fire up the generators, Nik," he said, nodding to the Bear as he perched his bulk atop an undersized recliner. "Let's get this bucket out in space." Ursis nodded, and the big generators shuddered into life, filling the crowded cabin with a savage, uneven thunder that shook the hull with brutish power. The Bear busied himself with various displays controls for few moments until the uneven tumult quieted to a steady rumble and the deck ceased to tremble. "Both generators are standing by, Wilf," he announced a thumb in the air. The hull rang with vents clanging shut, and the air lock rattled. Brim checked his own readouts, then looked at Amherst from the left Helmsman's seat. "The ship is ready when you are, Lieutenant," he announced. "You may proceed," the First Lieutenant sniffed, nodding conspicuously down his nose. But his manner failed to hide the sweat standing out on his forehead--in coolness of. a battle helmet he had yet remove. Aye, sir," Brim said squelching one more flash of anger. As the power director came up on forward thrust, he nodded to Barbousse. "Cast off, fore and aft," he ordered. the big rating said, and spoke into a small personal communicator. Outside, balanced on decks, four of Truculent's borrowed ratings wearing huge reflective mittens protect their hands extinguished the ship's mooring beams, then dogged down protective hatches over optical cleats and raced across deck to the control cabin. He waited until men were inside, then watched signal from the bubble house aft. Presently, a ruby-colored beacon began to strobe in the darkness at far end the asteroid. Safe takeoff vector dead ahead," Theada reported. Got it," Brim acknowledged. He entered the course manually on the flight director (small starships seldom carried Chairman systems), then called for full military power and stood on gravity brakes. Again, the cabin filled with the brutish sound of surging generators, and the began to vibrate beneath his feet. He glanced at Ursis, who grinned and yanked his thumb in the air. Let's go, WiIf Ansor," Bear growled in a huge voice. winked and returned his attention to controls. He no sooner released the gravity brakes when the beacon--and all of Red Rock 9--instantly vanished astern in a bellowing surge of power from the generators. Zero-gravity takeoffs all tended to be rapid, but the captured STS was in a class by itself! He grinned--he hadn't had so much fun since he'd flown little JD-981s at Academy. During their next two watches, the team worked tirelessly, exercising each of ship's flight systems high speeds, first in free space, then through a crowded asteroid reef orbiting the gas
giant at a slightly lower altitude. After two close brushes with disaster (the last of which badly pitted a quadrant of the ship's unprotected Hyperscreens), Brim began to get the hang of things. !!!! "Voof!" Ursis exclaimed admiringly as the Carescrian completed a particularly complex course. "'Wind and cold seek lakes and trees, but Bears claim only wolves,' as they say on the Mother Planets. Wilf Ansor, my friend, you exceed yourself!" Brim laughed and cranked the skittish-little ship into a vertical turn across reef, huge rock clusters scorching past on the port side in an avalanche of riotous color. "Once you do something like that on a Carescrian ore barge," he yelled over the thundering generators, "it seems pretty easy in anything else." You will concentrate on flying, not talking, Lieutenant Brim," Amherst warned through tight lips. "Have you forgotten quickly what you did to the Hyperscreens?" glanced up at the pockmarked screens. "I haven't forgotten, Lieutenant," he acknowledged, biting his lip to control his voice. At the same time, he noticed that sweat was now running freely from Amherst's face. The man was afraid! On his way back to Red Rock 9, he fairly skimmed the surface of a particularly jagged asteroid-and smiled with satisfaction as watched Amherst squeeze his eyes shut. The Universe kindly provided more than one way of extracting life's little dollops of revenge, he noted with silent satisfaction. The eleven Truculents passed second set of watches exercising the ship's weapons systems (during which, Barbousse accurately torpedoed a ship-sized asteroid), then invested a short period in Hyperspace running on the Drive crystal. When they finally returned to Red Rock 9, an abrupt message recalled them--immediately--to a meeting with Colonel Dark. Welcome, gentlemen," almond-eyed woman said as !!!!tired crew clambered into the conference room still dressed in battle suits. "It seems my call for assistance from the Fleet was answered this time with reasonably competent Blue Capes." !!!!She smiled--for the first time that Brim could recall. "Sometimes we get the best," she continued, "often the worst. It depends on the captains involved, I suppose. Regula Collingswood has done us proud." mean we qualify for mission?" Amherst asked, a genuine look of concern on his face. The team has indeed qualified, Lieutenant," Dark answered, "but only in merest nick of time. At that, I have been forced to delay your departure until commencement of the second watch tomorrow my ground crew needs additional time to replace Hyperscreen panels damaged by the initial sloppiness of your Helmsman, Lieutenant Brim," she said pointedly. Carescrian felt color rise in his cheeks as he mentally braced for more criticism. Instead, for second time he watched Dark's face break into a smile as she turned to face him. "Don't take the 'sloppiness' too much to heart, Brim," she laughed suddenly. "No one expected you could do what you've done at all--and you've triumphed." Then her face darkened. "But it also means you now have actual job to accomplish. And when your crewmates hear all the details, they may wish your Helmsman's talents ran more toward singing or sculpting, perhaps, than piloting a small starship. At that moment, Brim noticed Theada and Ursis glance uneasily toward Amherst--he followed their gaze. The First Lieutenant had again broken into profuse sweating--though Dark kept temperatures low in her conference room. The Carescrian winced himself. Somehow, trouble was coming--and he was reasonably sure the least of it would be with the !!!!League.
But before he could fret about the situation, Dark began her final briefing, and no time remained for anything but the mission. !!!! During the remainder of that watch and well into the next, Dark described their task in detail: flying the STS to the very heart of Triannic's League--almost within sight of the great capital planet of Tarrott itself--executing a tricky landfall on a barren mining planet to board an important Imperial spy, then retracing their steps to a rendezvous with an Imperial warship. "On the surface, it sounds simple," she said. "We've set up three time windows for the pickup. You determine which one to use after you arrive on the basis of safety--yours and the operative's." She fingered her hullmetal fragment absently and frowned, staring bleakly across the room. "Unfortunately," she continued, "I have only described the easy part--your mission as originally planned was quite straightforward and relatively free from risk. However, recent developments have made the job somewhat more symmetrical in that it now involves a difficult part, too." Brim looked at Ursis and grinned in spite of himself. The Bear silently rolled his eyes to the bubble ceiling. "First, you must be there and back in little more than three Standard days' time," Dark continued. "That's when the Leaguers will discover these STSs of ours are missing from their inventory." She paused a moment, then shrugged. "We acquired them in a rather unusual fashion we'd rather you didn't know about," she added. "Just in case you find yourselves guests of our black-suited friends, the Controllers." Amherst abruptly excused himself from the room. "The second unknown is the real reason we have this operation in such a hurry," Dark explained, ignoring First Lieutenant's hurried exit as if he never existed. "We very much suspect our agent has been compromised," she said, "and I am sure you understand what this means to you. If it is true, they'll be waiting with open arms and give you a very special reception, one with-every trick they can muster." Early in the first morning watch, Dark resummoned Amherst, Ursis, Brim and Theada, this time to her office--which was just as cramped as Collingswood's aboard Truculent. E607 was moored just outside a transparent wall section behind a console. You're scheduled out today, gentlemen," she began when the scuffling of chairs ceased. "And I have a few last-moment items you'll need to complete your mission." She smiled, caressing the hullmetal fragment with her fingers. "First," she said, turning to point to the ship, "see you can find anything different about your Leaguer scout since you last saw her. I'll even provide a hint--concentrate on the control cabin." peered raked-back structure, taking in every detail he could see, naming every appurtenance and protrusion. Nothing looked different or even out of place. He turned to Ursis--who met his eyes, frowned, and shrugged resignation. From the corner of his eye, he disapprovingly watched Amherst studying Dark herself instead of ship, then scanned the cabin one more time before he finally gave up. When he looked, the Colonel's eyes were directly on him. Well, Lieutenant?" she queried. gulped and shook his head. "Whatever it is you've done, Colonel," he said with a resigned smile, you have certainly hidden it well from me. Grinning with obvious satisfaction, Dark swiveled her chair to face room. "Good," she declared, "because if you haven't spotted it when you're sitting right on top of it, then the
Leaguers certainly won't notice out in space." She directed their attention to the ship again with a flick of her head. "Look at the KA'PPA tower, gentlemen," she said, "right under the globe. What do you see there?" !!!! Again, Brim peered out E607. He followed the KA'PPA tower to the transmitting globe, squinted, then snapped his fingers. "Universe!" he exclaimed. "I missed that completely. You've got two beta feeds on the A input, don't you?" Dark laughed. "Right you are, Brim," she said. "And only one of them is real." "Voof!" exclaimed Ursis. "A beautiful job, Colonel Dark." Good as Sodeskayan engineering, Lieutenant?" Dark asked with a grin. Well," the Bear said with a shrug and a twinkle in his eye, perhaps not that good-but good enough to fool this Bear!" Ha, ha! Excellent answer, Ursis," Dark said. "Now let me tell you what left beta feed really is, because you are definitely not looking at two of the same device." She smiled almost proudly. "It's what the boffins call a BURST attachment--operates with your regular COMM gear. I don't have any idea how it works, but it does--sends a whole bloody message in less than a billionth of a tick. On anybody else's COMM gear, it's automatically filtered out--with all the other static spikes in space. This one can recognize a BURST message and translate it." How easy is it to use, Colonel?" Ursis asked. Like slipping on a ca'omba peel," quipped. "We've got yours wired in-you'll find a couple of extra goodies on your COMM cabinet. No voice or video. Works just like a KA'PPA, in that sense--symbolic output only." The Bear nodded. "It sounds fine to me, Colonel" he said. Unfortunately," Dark continued, "we haven't had much luck with another important portion of that COMM cabinet--your authentication key." Brim mentally winced. That was good at all. Every military starship in the Universe carried some kind of device to return a properly coded "authenticator" signal when "challenged" by similar equipment aboard another vessel. The coded authentications were changed on a random--but regular--basis, and if E607 didn't have an up-to-date authenticator then the fact the little scout an authentic Leaguer ship would have little effect at all. grimaced from her recliner. Oh, we've got one for to use," she said. "But it's just about expired: We simply don't think it will hold out all the way through your mission--especially if you must use the last of your three time windows." She laughed humorlessly. "The League has selfishly failed to send us next one in the series for E607, so you'll be op your own if you're in enemy territory when one you wears out." After a few more words, she wished each of them good fortune, pressed their bands one by one, then sent them on their way. Within the metacycle, Red Rock 9 again vanished in the aft hyperscreens, and E607 was running Hyperspace, on course for a destination deep within the next League. A final message came from Dark about three-quarters through the next watch. It arrived as their first BURST interception: "'Closing this base immeciiately,'" Barbousse read from the COMM cabinet. "'After pickup, fly course 794 by 819 on 6153E. Imperial warship will: (1) intercept your course, (2) assume care and feeding of spy, (3) complete your orders. Good fortune to all.'" Through it, Amherst sat in his command recliner in stony silence, his eyes unfocused, as if he had abandoned reality for some safer, more acceptable existence within. To Brim, the man
seemed to be deep in some sort of shock. He shook his head uneasily. A critical juncture was imminent--and he sensed he would be deeply involved when it came. !!!!In the metacycles that followed, the First Lieutenant began to find his tongue again, but by now, he had undergone a profound change. Vanished was the arrogant Puvis Amherst Brim had known. He was replaced by the withdrawn, sweat-soaked stranger who had first shown himself on the League starship Ruggetos just before its recapture by Prefect Valentin. At first, Brim attempted to ignore the behavior--as did the others--with inconsequential small talk. But constant interruptions as to "How much farther?" and, "Are you sure the authenticator is in place?" finally broke through their common restraint. "What's matter with him, Wilf?" Theada whispered from the side of his mouth. "He's acting crazy." Brim shook his head and frowned. "I don't know," he admitted as the ship veered suddenly toward a space hole off to port. He carefully eased the helm back on course. "Maybe Nothing," he ventured. Nothing?" Theada protested."Don't try to hand me that, Wilf Brim. Universe, it doesn't take a bloody genius to..." What is this talk about?" Amherst demanded anxiously. "What's the matter?"!!!! Change over on the power supply, Lieutenant," Brim lied over his shoulder in a soothing voice. "Perfectly routine." Very well," Amherst said uneasily. turned to watch the man more closely. So did Ursis. Perhaps the mission risks too much," Amherst said, silhouetted against the steady glare of the flowing Drive plume aft. "A crew of eleven and a valuable starship for one spy is not a good bargain in my estimate." He turned in his seat. "Is this not so, Barbousse?" The big Torpedoman jumped as if he were bitten. I, ah--" he started. Not so much of a risk as all that, Lieutenant," Brim interposed. "A simple pickup is all. We've been in much more danger in Truculent, you know." That is not the point, you...Carescrian," Amherst snapped, biting lip. Then what is the point, Lieutenant?" Brim asked gently. "It's...it's..." Suddenly, Amherst's eyes narrowed. His face contorted in a paroxysm of hate. "Oh, no!" he hissed. "You'll not do that to me. You and rest of the low-life scum--Bears and ratings. And that brazen whore Dark. Trash! That's what you are. Trash!" He jerked himself around in the recliner and pointed the right-hand Helmsman's seat. "And you'd better watch yourself, Theada--they'll drag you down with them!" shocked silence that followed, Ursis checked his readouts, then rose to his feet and moved slowly to Amherst's side, where he placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "Lieutenant Amherst?" he asked in a gentle growl. Take your filthy paw from my uniform--animal!" Amherst grunted, his eyes suddenly clearing. "How dare you touch my person? Remember that I am still your commander!" Ursis removed his hand, looked at it a moment, then nodded to himself. "You are still in command, Lieutenant Amherst?" he asked gravely. Of course I am still in command," Amherst said as he got his feet and strode toward the sleeping cabins as if nothing unusual had occurred. "What could have made you ask that question?" We may yet discuss such a subject, Lieutenant," Ursis growled after him, then returned to his console and the power systems. Save for the steady rumble of their Drive, the remainder of
the watch passed in near silence. !!!! A few metacycles prior to the first time window, Brim eased the little ship out of Hyperspäce and proceeded toward Typro on generators alone. Now deep within League territory, he openly followed a main spaceway as if the STS were part of a normal, everyday mission. The authentication key on the COMM console chimed now and again as passing ships challenged their identity, and the mission appeared to be running a normal course, as planned. During the last metacycle, however, something had begun to gnaw at his peace of mind, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. Something about their approach was ever so slightly out of kilter, and it worried him. Any rock hauler knew it was the little details that do you in, and he scoured his mind for them--to no avail. Far below and to port, an outbound freighter saluted them. Barbousse returned it promptly--his KA'PPA reply was not even complete before the authenticator chimed. Brim watched the lights the key reset, then checked his flight instruments, initiated a long systems self-test sequence, and lined up the navigation follower--it was a hair out of alignment. He was feeding in a series of adjustments from the master console when it finally hit him. The authenticator! Why was a merchant ship challenging him? "That was a merchant ship a few moments ago?" he asked Theada suddenly. 'Th-That's what salute said," Theada answered vaguely as he concentrated on a diagnostic logic run. A merchantman?" Ursis asked, turning from his console. !!!!"What was a merchantman?" The starship that just passed us," Theada answered, this time looking up to see what was so suddenly interesting. "Said he was a merchantman." I see," Ursis said. "And used an authentication key?" seems to be the case, Nik," Brim acknowledged. Merchantmen don't use authentication keys," Ursis growled. You noticed also," Brim said with a chuckle. What is all this talk about?" Amherst demanded from the companionway. merchantman we just passed, Lieutenant," Brim answered, peering at a red light blinking suddenly his overhead panel. about the merchantman?" Someone aboard used an authentication key on us, sir," Brim explained over his shoulder as he switched a backup cooling system for the steering gear. The red light extinguished. So?" Amherst said. "Is there anything wrong with the authentication key?" Well, sir," Brim said, "most merchantmen don't carry an authenticator. It's piece of specialized military gear, more or less." know that," Amherst snapped. "And this idle talk is best entertainment you can dredge up to While away your time?" actually, sir," said, "I was pretty serious about the whole--" Amherst cut him off with an imperious wave of the hand. "Don't bother me with the details, Brim. You are permitted to speak among yourselves. Just be certain you pay very close attention to the job of flying this horrible little starship." He shivered and took his place at the commander's console. turned Theada. "Jubal," he said, "you and Barbousse check the other ships we've
passed in the last metacycle. See if they saluted as civilian types and then kicked off the authenticator, too." !!!!"Aye, sir," Theada said, slipping from his seat. Brim slowed their approach speed to provide extra time to act--just in case. The younger Helmsman returned with Barbousse in only a few cycles. "We've passed eight of them, Wilf," he replied with a look of concern. "A mixed bag, mostly, but all commercial--and each one challenged our authenticator." looked over at Ursis. "What do you think, Nik?" he asked. Strange," the Bear pronounced. "Eight out of eight, so far--and all civilians. Makes me wonder." Right," Brim agreed. "Not to mention the fact that we've encountered no warships of any class." None until now," Theada interrupted tensely. "Look what just matched courses with us up ahead." He pointed through the forward Hyperscreens. peered into the darkness where the stars were occluded by a monstrous shadow. "Military?" he said. That's what the Challenge just said," Theada acknowledged. "Gives the ID number as DN-291." DN?" Ursis repeated. "That's the League designation for heavy cruisers-but what does '291' stand for? Smallest DN number I can recall is 408." Old one," snapping his fingers. "Of course. All two-hundred and three- hundred series cruisers were retired a couple of years ago. At least." You suppose they kept a few for perimeter defense?" Ursis mused. "Like ultraheavy patrol craft." grimaced. "For perimeter defense maybe, but surely not as patrol ships. I doubt if two- hundreds are maneuverable enough for that kind of work." He shook his head. "No, Nik, it's my guess that old DN-291 comes out only for special projects." Special projects?" Theada asked. Of course," Ursis interrupted with a grin. "With a flotilla of so-called civilian patrol craft. Correct?" I think so, Nik," Brim said, watching a blue navigational beacon wink far off to port. "It's the way I'd set things up myself, probably." don't follow you," Theada said. Nor do I," Amherst complained hatchway. "You Carescrians are certainly not very articulate. It probably has something do with your second-rate educational standards." gritted his teeth. Must be, sir," he said. I only formed the idea while we were talking." Well?" Yes, sir. The way I see things, Colonel Dark's fears that our spy was compromised appear to have been well founded." What does that have to do with the cruiser?" Amherst interrupted nervously. DN-291 is part of a special group, Lieutenant," Brim grunted as the scout abruptly swerved to nadir in a gravity draft. And patrol craft supporting her include the supposedly commercial/civilian ships that have been tripping our authentication key for last watch or so." He thought for moment while he gentled the ship back on course. "My guess is that they're out to catch both our spy and the ship sent to bring him out."
!!!! "It explains why we haven't seen any regular patrol ships," Ursis added. Make sense to you?" Brim asked Theada. Yeah, Wilf," Theada agreed, looking up from a navigational fix. "It does." I suppose it does make some sense," Amherst volunteered. "I never had much hope we would find this 'spy' of theirs. Perhaps we should abort the mission and return home immediately." Brim raised his eyebrows. "Oh, no, sir," he ejaculated. "I never suggested anything like aborting the mission. We'll simply have to be a bit more cautious when we go in--skip the first window and just skirt the area." Suddenly, Amherst's face went pale and sweat began beading on his forehead again. "No?" be cried sharply. "Well I am in command of this ship, and say we return home now, before we catch up with that battleship." Cruiser, sir." !!!!"Whatever is, I order you to turn back now!" Amherst demanded. "But, sir," Brim protested, "we can't just turn around and leave without at least trying to pickup that spy. Why, something like that would be murder, plain and simple. We've got make at least a couple of tries." How dare you question my order?" Amherst spluttered, angrily rising to his feet. "Lieutenant Brim, you will immediately place us on a reverse course and, and..." Enough!" Ursis rumbled, stepping suddenly to the center of the cabin. "Amherst," he said, I made a solemn promise to myself you would not again destroy a mission if I could help it--and I shall now carry out that promise." Sit down," Ursis said, seizing the First Lieutenant's arm and forcing him back in the command recliner. "I mean what I say, believe me." A clearly startled Amherst looked first at Theada, then at Brim, eyes widening in dawning fright. "You are not going permit this occur, are you, Brim?" he implored. "He's calling for mutiny." support Nik completely," Brim said quietly. "And you now have a choice which you must immediately: either lead the mission like an officer or relinquish your command. We will not tolerate another episode like the one on Ruggetos. You understand, I am sure." Amherst's face turned scarlet. "I shall have both of you arrested and thrown into..." Not here you won't," Ursis growled. "Now consider carefully the choice Lieutenant Brim has given you--I would not have been so generous." I...I..." Your choice, Amherst. Quickly," Ursis said. "We shall overtake the cruiser in the next few cycles. We cannot be busy immobilizing you during that time." Well...I..." Amherst looked imploringly at Theada. "D-Don't you want go home?" he asked. Sorry, Puvis," Theada said. "We've got to at least try to pick up that spy." Barbousse?" I've sent one of the men for some rope to tie him up, Lieutenant Brim," Barbousse said, ignoring Amherst completely. choice, Lieutenant?" Brim asked. Amherst looked around the room for support. There was none. He took a deep breath, choked back what sounded like a sob. "I-I shall remain in command, then," he whimpered, his eyes overflowing.
!!!! "Good decision," Brim said. "Go to a cabin and don't return to this deck until we tell you to. Understand? We'll get you home as soon as we accomplish our mission." Heavy cruiser coming up to starboard, Wilf," Theada said as the first warning sounded from the proximity alarm. The little scout was already tossing heavily in the big warship's gravity wake. Brim nodded. "Barbousse, let's ready that salute--the recording they gave us on Red Rock 9." Aye, aye, Lieutenant," the big rating said, sliding to the COMM console. Bastard's making sure he gets a good look, at us," Ursis commented. "He's been edging our way ever since he turned on to our course." I'll gladly give him the look he wants," Brim chuckled daddy. "We're legal outside-even if he wouldn't like what he'd see in here." Ahead, the big ship continued its drift to port. It was clearly visible now. Talk about your weird starships," Theada said. "Look at that, would you." The old cruiser was stubby and humpbacked, with a confusion of wartlike turrets protruding from its ungainly hull as if sown at random like wild seeds. Many of the larger protrusions were connected to others by great flying bridges and walkways. Four huge turrets ringed the hull a quarter of the from the stem; each mounted two huge disruptors. The stubby weapons reminded Brim of the ugly disruptors in Hagbut's captured fieldpieces--from the size, these would be a thousand times more powerful at their lowest setting. A squat, complex deckhouse stumbled forward from the turret ring where it terminated in an awkward, thrust-browed bridge that gavethe whole ship a look of primitive stupidity. Formidably armed, though, if taken altogether, Brim thought abstractedly as he flew his little scout carefully past. But the insubstantial Drive openings aft made it obvious she would be clumsy and difficult to manage in Hyperspace. He guessed the same would prove true under antigravity generators as well. He watched Barbousse's salute expanding out the KA'PPA: "ALL HAIL NERGOL TRIANNIC--CONQUEROR OF THE STARS" It was followed immediately by the cruiser's response: "AND RIGHTFUL RULER OF THE COSMOS--ALL HAIL!" Brim chuckled to himself for a moment. Margot would love that! Then, suddenly they, were past, running in smooth space again, and the cruiser was receding aft, slipping back to starboard from where she had come. Score one for Truculent team," he cheered. We've passed!" Glad to see that one go," Theada said. No more than this Bear," Ursis agreed. "You saw the size of those disruptors?" I noticed," Brim said, grimacing. "I'll definitely avoid that ancient rustbucket-anytime I can." A quarter metacycle before their first rendezvous, E607 was rapidly bearing down on the pickup zone with Typro now a recognizable globe that hid the stars ahead. Brim patted the little BURST section on his. COMM console. "Nothing more than symbolic display panel and some controls," he said to Ursis. "But we've got a lot riding on it." The spy has a lot more yet," the Bear growled sardonically. "I would not trade places." Lieutenant Brim," Barbousse interrupted unsurely, "would you look at this?" What's up now?" the Carescrian asked. Reception committee orbiting Typro, from what I can see, sir," the big rating said. "Switch one of your displays the long--distance target scanner for the torpedo system."
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"Got you," Brim said, switching the spare globe on his own console to the torpedo display. He squinted, then nearly gasped. "Universe!" he exclaimed. "They really are ready for us," he said. "Looks like they've got at least four ships orbiting there--waiting for somebody." At that moment, the BURST gear chimmed twice. "The time window begins," Ursis observed. "We have a prompt spy." Brim's display filled immediately: "TIME WINDOW ABORT," it read. "DANGER TO PICKUP CRAFT." Brim nodded his head. "Guess we now know what those orbiters are," he said as he altered course slightly. "We'll still have a look at things as we pass." He shook his head bleakly. "BURST an 'aborted,' Barbousse. Whoever that poor bastard is down there, he's got trouble right up to his ears." As they passed Typro, the resulting confusion of challenges and authentications between E607 and the orbiting ships soon revealed there were five large patrol craft. They're not making it easy," Brim groused while the planet receded in the distance. True," Ursis acknowledged with a frown. "'When rocks and crags tremble before the great storm, Nemba cubs run for joy.'" As they say on Mother Planets, Nik?" The Great Bear grinned, diamond-studded fangs reflecting the colored lights of his readouts. You must be part Sodeskayan," he declared. "Never have I met a human who understands so much." They spent the subsequent watch concealed close by a deserted, mined-out asteroid. Then, as the second time window opened, they were once again cautiously approaching little Typro with Barbousse's eyes glued to the long-distance target scanner. "Ships are still there, Lieutenant Brim," he reported after a time. "But I can see six of 'em." BURST gear chimed again. Barbousse was at it immediately. "Same thing last time," Carescrian reported. "'Danger to the pickup craft.'" shook his head. "If he doesn't let us get into a little danger pretty soon, we'll never get him home." Probably," Ursis commented from his console, "the spy knows that as well as you. He's a brave one, all right. It must be difficult to send that signal--myself, I should want out as soon possible, and damn the danger to the pickup crew." Me, too," added, his mind working furiously. "Unfortunately, it is also getting xaxtdamned close to the limit of our authentication key--after which we don't move around so freely." He shook his head as they moved past the little planet, their authenticator busy answering challenges from all six patrol craft. BURST the spy that we'll be back in the next window," he said to Barbousse. And tell him we're coming no matter what." ACKNOWLEDGE" and "THANKS" soon appeared on Brim's BURST display. He grimaced as he cruised past two of patrol craft--big and powerfully armed. He listened to authentication key working in the background and thought of the trapped spy hiding helplessly on surface below. "I'm glad don't have that kind of work," he said to no one in particular. Ursis from across the cabin. "I, too, Wilf Ansor," said soberly. "Whoever he is, he has paid his dues in this war."
!!!!Brim got the bad news when the last window was still a quarter of a metacycle in the future. "I count five patrol craft this time, Lieutenant Brim," Barbousse reported from the target scanner. nodded. He'd expected patrol would still be in place--after all, the Leaguers were in home territory. They could afford a waiting game. "Action Stations!" he ordered. He was definitely going in to get the spy. He simply didn't know how--yet. With turrets manned, the scout's control cabin lapsed into silence except for the all- dominating rumble of the antigravity units in their outriggers. Brim drummed his fingers on the console and shrugged. At least they'd had no trouble with the little scout. Like a lot of League equipment, she wasn't particularly pretty or even sophisticated. But she was fast and reliable with a superb pair of antigravs. He nodded ironically to himself. She was c'lenyts ahead of any scout the Admiralty had conjured up for the Imperial Fleet. Ursis looked over sympathetically and smiled. "Could be worse, friend Wilf Ansor," he said. "At least the scout's giving no trouble." grinned, pointing his thumb at his chest. "That's the same thing I've been thinking," he And..." Abruptly, the Carescrian brought himself up short. "Sweet thraggling Universe, Nik," he said. "That's it. What we need is a malfunction to get us in there." Theada rolled his eyes. "Oh, WON-derful," he quipped. Whose side are you on, Wilf?" chuckled. "Perhaps he has not yet defected at all," the Bear said as he turned to Brim. "You are solving the problem by looking at it from another angle, I assume, Wilf Ansor." That's right, Nik," Brim asserted. "So far, we've planned everything around this tub working flawlessly--and I'll bet the Leaguers have set up their trap expecting pretty much the same from whatever kind of starship comes along to pick up the spy. But I'll bet nobody's looking for something that doesn't work very well." Universe-of course," Theada exclaimed. "Any pickup craft would abort its mission if it had trouble. Sure...." But how about the malfunction?" Ursis asked with a grin. "How are you going to do that?" held up a finger, grinned, then turned to Barbousse. "Think you can work that equipment for launching the space mines?" he asked. The big rating rubbed his chin and frowned, studying a section of the control panel before him. "'Nadzur' is word for 'mine' in Vertrucht, isn't it, Lieutenant Brim?" he asked. Sure is," Brim said. Barbousse nodded. "And I know 'imbal' means 'load.' I heard Lieutenant Theada say that once." He passed his hand over part of the controls, turning a whole sector to flashing green. He nodded to himself a few times more, then looked up. "Yes, sir," he said, "I can work it. Says we've got ten on board." grinned. "That's it, then," he said. "Here's my plan. In the next couple of cycles, you're going to kick one of those out into our wake and immediately detonate it. From any distance at all, it'll look like we've had one great grandsire of a malfunction." grimaced. "A space mine," he whispered with awe in his voice. The worse it looks, the better," Brim said. "Because right after that, we're going to broadcast on the intergalactic emergency channel that our steering's gone." Oh, I get it," Theada exclaimed. "Out of control."
!!!! "Right," Brim said with mock melodrama. "Heading for a crash landing on Typro." He laughed. "Bet you didn't expect anything like a crash landing, now, did you?" NO," Theada agreed. "I suppose I didn't expect anything like that. But the longer I work with you, Wilf, well, it gets easier all the time." All weapons systems are energized and I've got a star mine in the first hoop," Barbousse reported, glancing at the warty globe suspended in the forwardmost repulsion ring. Twelve identical rings formed a flux tunnel extending over stern and into the little starship's wake. At a gentle chiming, he nodded to the COMM cabinet. "Incoming BURST message, Lieutenant," he announced. Brim turned to his own BURST display. "MISSION ABORT," it read. "TOO RISKY FOR YOU. MUCH OBILGED ANYWAY." I expected as much," he said, biting his lip. He narrowed his eyes and turned to Barbousse. "Send, 'No options. On our way. Where do we meet?'" All eyes were on the COMM now. The display flashed. "DAMN FOOLS," it read, "AND THANK VOOT! CABLE ROUTE 981, ZONE 54G, OPEN LORRY W/YELLOW CANISTERS. NUMBER 8 ON CAB ROOF. GOOD LUCK." checked his charts of Typro and nodded. "All right," he said. "Everybody set?" Let's do it," Ursis said. "Our spy is clearly ready to go, too." in console to face Barbousse. "Let the go," he said tensely. "And blow it up as soon as it's safe!" Free..." Barbousse said as the deadly star mine sped aft through the repulsion rings and disappeared in the darkness. Detonating." Immediately, a terrific flash pulsed the Hyperscreens. This was followed by a glowing, burgeoning, mountain-sized cloud that rapidly enveloped them in a paroxysm of flame and concussion. Eyes slitted against the glare, Brim wrestled desperately with the controls as the little ship tumbled in the fiery blast, generators surging wildly. "Get ready on KA'PPA, Barbousse," he shouted over the blazing confusion outside. "Standard code sent in the clear!" When the worst was passed, Brim turned the controls over to Theada and fought his way back to the COMM cabinet. "BEWARE," he KA'PPAed in Vertmcht. "NAVAGATIONAL MENACE. BLOWN STEERING ENGINES. KEEP AWAY. SHIP OUT OF CONTROL. BEWARE." Then he regained his Helmsman's console and began to maneuver starship awkward-looking, wobbling loops-each carefully calculated to bring them a little nearer to Typro.!!!!Momentarily, the authenticator began to chime with almost constant challenges. "That's got somebody's interest," Brim grunted satisfaction he skidded into a wild turn to port nadir, the starframe creaking with strain. They'll want to use short-range COMM a moment, Barbousse. Switch it up here to my station-but no video!" As a tiny area on his center console glowed green, he swerved again sharply to port. "Beware," he broadcast in Vertrucht. "Internal explosion...Steering failure...Ship out of control...Beware...." Suddenly, a blank COMM globe sprang to life. "E607, do you receive us?" a voice asked in Vertrucht. Audio only," Brim after a few moments. Video must have gone in the explosion. Beware! I am out of control!" He pulled through a tight loop to get a better look outside. So we observe," voice said. "You are generally heading toward an area that is
temporarily forbidden." !!!!Brim swerved sharply, spotted the ship high to port then sent the scout into a series of flat, wavelike spirals that made the deck shudder between their feet. "What in the name of Triannic do you expect me to do about that, fool?" he exclaimed. "You must have seen the explosion back there. If I could steer, I'd be nowhere near you or your xaxtdamned forbidden area!" "Well, you will have to do something," the voice said--then stopped midsentence as Brim abruptly turned and headed for him on a collision course. Look out!" the Carescrian yelled at the top of his lungs. With his new heading, he was upon them in mere ticks--past in a fraction of another, both ships swerving desperately to avoid disaster. Then the Leaguers were lost again in the star-scatter as Brim called up full power and thrashed corkscrewing once again toward Typro. "Beware!" he yelled into the short-range COMM. "Keep away!" Universe, yes, do keep away," the other ship broadcast to the others. "They almost collided with us!" The authentication key chimed again. Moments later, a woman's voice inquired sternly, "What is your intended heading, E607?" Presently vectoring toward possible emergency landing on Typro ahead," Brim answered, sensing a far stronger personality here. "There's not much I can do about it." A long silence ensued, after which the woman's voice said, "Good fortune to you then, fool. None of my ships will approach in your struggles." Brim smiled. He hoped he never had the chance to continue that short conversation. Other voices questioned him for a considerable time and the authentication key chimed incessantly. But all gradually faded in the distance as Brim wobbled toward his target--which by now almost filled the Hyperscreens ahead. Soon, it was amply clear he'd brought his ragtag scout crew safely through Typro's blockade! He hoped it wouldn't turn out to be a one-way trip. Dark's authentication key had little time remaining to run! Baldwin, Bill - The Helmsman Chapter 8 THE HELMSMAN BY BILL BALDWIN CHAPTER 8 In less than a metacycle, features of arid surface began to define themselves-ragged mountains, dry riverbeds, the dim flicker of occasional cities. As the scout staggered deeper into the thin atmosphere, wisps of glowing plasma began to lick at the corners of the Hyperscreens, then spread rapidly to the hundred and one protrusions on the hull until they trailed a long, glowing corkscrew of ions like meteor they had become. Gradually, Brim reduced his course perturbations, flying more and more in a controlled manner until finally, no more than ten thousand irals from surface, he leveled off and flew a straight and level heading. Universe!" he laughed, wiping mock perspiration from brow, "with all that 'damage' to the steering gear, I didn't think I could bring her in at all." Aft, Amherst slumped in a recliner, head lolling from side side. "He's only passed out, Lieutenant," Barbousse reported.
!!!!"We're entering zone 5," Theada said presently, pointing below through the Hyperscreens. "It's sort of delineated by the mountains and that scar somebody once called a river." Very well," Brim replied as he cranked the ship in a wide circle. "Do you suppose that's Cable Route 981 running along the edge of scarp?" Only one I can see," Ursis said. "Of course, who could tell in this desert?" Brim's eyes followed the ground scar where the cable had been laid. About a third of the way to the mountains, two dust plumes crawled along the endless wastes. The second plume was considerably behind first, but from its size, it was either a much larger vehicle or it was moving faster-or both. "If that first one's our spy," he said, pointing through the Hyperscreens, he's going to have company very soon. Anybody see anything else moving?" he asked, easing the scout into a wide circle. None," Theada said as the ship returned to its original course. Just those two," Ursis agreed. All right," Brim said, "we'll go down for a closer look." He rolled the scout on its back, then nosed over into a steep dive that brought them above the second vehicle in a matter of ticks. "Ugh," he grunted aloud. Below was a typical Leaguer tank with three turrets, the kind that ambushed his little convoy back on A'zurn-only this one looked bigger, even from the air. Let's check on the other one," he said, opening the power gates slightly. The distance evaporated. Open lorry," Ursis observed. With yellow canisters," added. And an '8' on the roof of the cab," Brim finished. "It's our man, I'll bet. Send 'Which way is Avalon?'" he called back to Barbousse. Only a few ticks later, his display flashed, "VOOT'S BEARD! YOUR SCOUT FOOLED ME. THOUGHT I WAS CAUGHT SURE. ALREADY GOT A TANK ON MY TAIL." moments later, a huge column of dirt and flame shot up to the lorry's right as the tank began to pull in range. The scout bounced when second blast followed on its heels-aimed this time at them. "CAREFUL," the BURST display spelled out. "POWERFUL TANK." So much for our cover," Brim muttered, hauling the scout around into a vertical bank toward tank and pulling off the lift vector. They fell like a stone toward desert floor with both cannon blasting wildly at the squat, ugly shape in distance. Only few irals from the ground, he whipped the little ship level and jammed on the power. All three Leaguer turrets were firing now. The scout bucked and bounced through the blasts; debris smashed off Hyperscreens and rattled!!!!along the decks. Suddenly, a huge ball of fire from Barbousse's 9l- mmi erupted front of tank, sending a shower of rocks and debris hundreds of irals in the air. The big machine reared and skidded sideways in a cloud of dust, then resumed its progress at a somewhat reduced rate of speed, wobbling violently. Got his cable follower!" Barbousse yelled exultantly as they flashed overbead. But tank's turrets were clearly unaffected and the firing continued almost unabated. Brim snapped around and set up another low-level firing rim. This time, Barbousse found his target much earlier, and whole area near the enemy vehicle exploded in a welter of powerful blasts... Suddenly, a thundering detonation sent the scout skidding wildly off course with loose articles whistling about like shrapnel cabin acrid in swirling black smoke. A monstrous grinding shrieked through starframe as left outrigger touched down and skidded across plain in a cloud-of dust and debris. Brim struggled with the controls, helplessly watching
the scout slide into a ground loop, then the hull ricocheted from a flat outcropping of desert rock and somehow wobbled level, trailing a long column of dirty black smoke that thinned and disappeared as Ursis calmly manipulated the N-ray mains and extinguished the fires. !!!!"Ninety-one's gone, Lieutenant," Barbousse yelled above the din. "Blew the whole ventral turret away, he did." Brim continued to fight the controls, achieving first an even keel, then an immediate turn away from the tank with a maximum acceleration dash toward a run of low, rocky hills, the generators bellowing angrily in overload. What are we going to do now?" Theada yelled in frustration as they pulled into the lee of palisades and set up a low holding pattern. "Our little 60-mmi won't even dent that armored cockroach-and the spy's still out there with nothing but a good head start." bit his lip, concentrated. Quickly. Quickly. "The mines!" he shouted. "Of course! Even a near miss ought to be enough to take a tank out for good. Right, Barbousse?" Barbousse grinned. "One star mine coming up, Lieutenant," he said. Wait a cycle!" Ursis interrupted suddenly. The spy-is he far enough from the blast zone? We don't want to take him out, too." !!!!"Easily far enough by now, Nik," Theada answered. "Especially in this thin atmosphere. Remember, was almost beyond the range of that tank-and those big hummers shoot a long way." Very well," Brim said through clenched teeth. "Here we go." Wind roared across the great rent in the bottom of their hull as he banked gently to let the speed build up. Then he cranked little ship over into a dizzying vertical turn that barely cleared the barren hillside. Jagged rocks whizzed by only irals from their starboard generator. By the time the tank was back in sight, they were accelerating wildly and blending into the background. They took the big machine completely by surprise-in last ticks, Brim pictured its crew huddled over traction controls in an attempt to drive no cable followers. Star mine's...free!" Barbousse yelled. Brim heard the hum of the repulsion rings, then the scout flashed the tank-still accelerating. Two more near misses sent rock and debris over their stern before the whole world turned a blinding white-no shadows, no details, only white. The Hyperscreens dimmed, flashed on again. And then the shock wave... Incredible noise. Perhaps no noise-maybe all noise. The impact became an entire existence. One moment, they were speeding across desert floor, the next, a giant hand smashed the little ship sideways like an insect. Brim struggled with the controls, easing the hull this way and that-instinct alone guiding his hands and feet as he fought to soften the shocks to starframe. Then tumbling mindlessly through a gigantic storm pure flame. Outside on deck, only hullmetal survived-covers, attachment points, cables, all their accessories either burned or melted in long runnels along deck. In the back of the control cabin, someone was screaming over the suit channel in gagging, fright-choked voice of a wild animal. Brim glanced over his shoulder. It was Amherst, tears streaming from his cheeks, faceplate sprayed with spittle. Nothing he could do. He tried to ignore it. Then, quickly as it came, the fire storm disappeared and they were once again flying in clear air. Amherst's insane screaming died to a series of wracked sobs, then faded to silence. "By Voot's meem-stained beard!" Ursis roared in glee. It is possible we may yet survive in spite of our fearless Helmsman." The control cabin erupted in laughter-for moment." COMM channels are going full tilt," Barbousse reported from aft. "I think whole
Universe is yapping at once. Maybe you'd better listen in, sir," he suggested. !!!! Brim nodded. "Take the controls," he said to Theada, then brought up a COMM display. It took only moments to discover that every patrol craft in the vicinity was on its way at full speed. He squandered a few ticks to inspect the result of their mine. Most of the blast had gone upward, blowing out the top of the atmosphere. All that remained was a shallow, blackened crater perhaps a few thousand irals in diameter-that, and a still-rising pillar of dust and debris topped by a great roiling cloud with a curious wisp on its top. "Looks like we stopped him," Theada commented dryly. nodded solemnly. "Yeah," he said, "scanning the terrain. In the distance, he found the little wisp of dust again and smiled grimly to himself. "All right, Truculents," he said, "let's go pick up our spy. We're going to have a lot of company in a very short time-and none of them will want to help. Moments later, they were back over the lorry. "IF YOU'RE THROUGH PLAYING WITH THAT TANK, LET'S GO HOME," the spy sent. laughed. Tell him we'll do that," he said to Barbousse as he eyed the cable right-of- way. It went straight as a die, all the way to horizon. He nodded his head. "Send this as I say It," he ordered. "'Put the lorry on automatic. We must pick you up on the fly. Affirmative?'" YOU BET," appeared almost instantly in the BURST display. turned to Amherst, who was now awake and keeping a frightened silence in the recliner. "Will you help, Lieutenant Amherst?" he asked. Help you Carescrian? On this insane mission?" You could help," Brim said as he eased ship over the speeding lorry. I shall help none of you!" Amherst hissed. "You are only doing this so you can show me in a poor light to my superiors." In the corner of his eye, Brim watched the First Lieutenant fold his arms and close his eyes. He is no longer with us, Wilf Ansor," Ursis growled. Very well," he said. "Nik, do you feel reasonably strong today?" Strong enough," came the reply. "What is it I can do?" need somebody out there by the boarding ladder to help me bring this crate alongside lorry-then lend a hand when our spy climbs on board. Feel up to that?" Unless our spy is too fat to lift, Wilf Ansor," the Bear laughed. Brim heard him pull his helmet on. Just in case we do get a fat one," Theada interrupted, "I think I'll join Nik out there, if that's all right with you, Wilf." would welcome assistance," Ursis said. Go to it, Jubal," Brim replied with a grin. Presently, two appeared on E607's open utility deck, leaning into the wind and clipping their safety cords to eyelets built into the deck. Each had a coil cushioned life-saving cable over shoulder. Then there was time for nothing but concentration. He made a final thrust adjustment, pulling
above and to one side of the speeding lorry. His scout was nearly sixty irals in length and twenty wide-the spy's lorry little more than a third in any dimension. He made no attempt to delude himself concerning the difficulty of the job-this one would make barge piloting look easy! Starship's weren't made for precision work at low speeds and navigational tolerances measured in rrals. It would take only one sideswipe by his gravity pods and the whole trip would be wasted. He concentrated on the lorry, flying by instinct alone. "How are we doing out there, Nik?" he asked into the short-range COMM. !!!!The Bear peered over the rail. "A little too far left, Wilf," j he said, "but just about the right height." Gingerly, Brim nudged the controls to starboard. "A couple of irals closer yet," the Bear said. "You can tell him to open the door now, but it's still too far to jump." Send, 'Open your door,'" Brim ordered Barbousse, then nudged the controls still further starboard. Watch!" Ursis said sharply, holding a warning hand aloft. "That's almost enough." This time, Brim willed ship's change. Perfect," declared. "Hold it right there. He's got the door open. I'm going to throw him the end of this rope. Tell him to tie it under his shoulders." Got it," Brim said through clenched teeth, half afraid to move for fear of bumping the ship into disaster. "Send, 'Tie cable securely under your arms,'" he said to Barbousse. A moment later, Ursis lofted the coil. Missed!" Bear growled in frustration. Proximity warning's beginning to flash, Lieutenant," Barbousse called out. "We'll have company any cycle now." Very well," Brim acknowledged. But there was nothing he could do as he watched Ursis coil cable for another try. It was now-or it was never for the spy. If he was going to escape from this planet, would have to fly ship out the next few cycles. Again, the Bear lofted his coil. Brim gritted his teeth. "Please don't miss," he whispered to himself. He got it that time," Ursis said, relief sounding clearly in his voice. "And he's tying it under his arms. Can you move just a little closer again, Wilf? We've drifted a few irals." Wilf!" Theada suddenly screeched. "Pull up. An overpass! Dead ahead!" Brim looked up-even at their low ground speed, the bridge was only a few ticks distant. "Hang on to rope, Nik" he yelled, then, "Barbousse, jump, now!" After that, he had no more options. He waited approximately one more tick, then bunted the ship over the bridge, flinging both Ursis and Theada to the limits of their safety cords zoomed over the top. He heard Ursis grunt from the shock. Don't lose him, Nik," Theada whispered in a strangled voice as he fought to wrap cable around himself. "I've got it now. You go pull him aboard!" spy-dressed in a nondescript Leaguer space suit-was now clinging desperately to ship's rail with both hands feet as Ursis arrived at his side. Less than a tick later, Bear hoisted him to safety, and all three struggled out of view toward the air lock. immediately hauled the little starship around on a low-altitude trajectory perpendicular to the cableway, watching lorry speed away in the distance. Considerable time would elapse before someone discovered anything wrong with that, he thought-as if it mattered anymore! Every ship in the League seemed be on its way to investigate explosion of Barbousse's
star mine. !!!!Then his thoughts were abruptly shattered by Ursis' deep bass voice, which-normally placid in all circumstances-was strangely reduced to little more than an awed whisper. "Princess Effer'wyck, Your Majesty," the Bear stammered over the suit circuit. "W-What in the name of the Great Mother Bear are you doing here?" The name struck Brim like a thunderbolt. "Margot?" he called over his shoulder incredulously. Wilf?" a weak but unmistakable voice answered in surprise. Margot! Universe!" Jubal," Ursis growled, "perhaps you could take the controls while..." Oh...ah...yes. Right away, Nik," Theada said as he raced for the right-hand Helmsman's seat. Heartbeats later, Brim lifted the Leaguer space helmet to reveal a tumble of golden curls. Margot's face was streaked with dust and perspiration. "Universe," he whispered again in amazement. "If I'd had any...." She smiled-and frowned. "If I'd had any idea." She shook her head. "I still can't believe it's you, Wilf." She was silent for a moment as if she were gathering strength. "No sleep..." she said, "...four days. I'm all right. Need to rest though." Wilf!" Theada called shakily from the helm. "I think we're going to need you up here right away at the controls. Company's arrived." What's the best way Out of here?" Brim asked, taking Margot's arms and looking into her tired eyes. thought a moment. Zone 5 here isn't usually- patrolled much during daylight." She shrugged. "A few light picket ships. But there's talk about some crazy old cruiser. I tried to get some information about that, but I had to leave." We've seen that one," Brim assured her. It's real." Then be frowned. "Best bet's up, then?" Straight up, Wilf," she said. "And keep on going right out into deep space. That's what I'd do, anyway." Sounds good to me," he said. "We'll try it." While Brim made his way forward helm, Barbousse swept Margot into a spare recliner beside the unconscious Amherst and helped reseal her helmet at the neck. Just case, Lieutenant Effer'wyck," he said grimly as he took his place at the weapons console. Brim turned in his seat and squinted through the aft Hyperscreens-as Theada warned, two flying objects were in pursuit, but still too distant for him to determine a type. What now?" the younger Helmsman asked. As he took over the controls, Brim shook his bead and smiled. "We are going home, Jubal," he said simply. "Right away." With that, he set generators to "EMERGENCY MILITARY" and pulled the powerful little scout into a vertical climb with Ursis working the power consoles in an orderly frenzy of movement. two ships following also pulled into a climb, but whatever their make, the scout handily outdistanced them, and they soon disappeared into the ground clutter below. Left those two nicely enough," Theada commented. Too bad we couldn't outrun their KA'PPAs," Brim said. "We'll have a welcoming committee waiting for us out there ahead." I see them in long-distance target scanner already, Lieutenant," Barbousse said calmly. As I am sure they have us in theirs," Ursis growled.
!!!! Just then, the authentication key sounded, but this time with an ominous clanging like an alarm-which it was. Brim shook his head. "That's it for the authentication system," he warned. "The key's run out." "The tank was onto us anyway," Theada snorted just as space flashed violently in a rolling ball of pure energy that detonated just off the port beam. Authentication is now a very moot point," Ursis rumbled. "Let us see how well that 60-mmi projector forward works against this new enemy." Looks like four of those little N-81 picket ships Lieutenant Effer'wyck warned us about," Barbousse reported. " A lot thinner skinned than the tank." Theada concentrated on the firing controls. Brim watched the turret index across the forward deck. Moments later, a stream of energy blazed from the disruptor, accompanied by a rumble that vibrated the deck. flash in the far distance ahead blossomed into a glowing orange puffball, then subsided. Missed!" Theada fumed amid a welter of return fire that smashed at the scout's thin hullmetal sides like rollingthunder. The ship bounced sharply as a jagged section of hullmetal railing was carried away with an ear-jarring crash and a cloud of sparkling radiation. "Sure wish Anastasia were here to run thing." frantically zigzagged all over sky trying to avoid the bursts. "Thank Voot they only carry a couple of 70-mmi's on board," be said through gritted teeth. "But eight of 'em can mean real trouble." A second volley fire burst from he scout's nose, resulting in a brief flare-up ahead. "Make three N-81s," Theada said proudly-and with a little surprise in his voice as well. He was immediately drowned out as he sent off another volley of discharges. He peered into the target scanner. "Scattered the bastards that time," he said. Outside, return fire slackened considerably. That's the way, Jubal!" Brim-exclaimed. He listened to the miraculously steady beat of the two rugged Klaipper-Hiss generators blasting them ever faster through space, then glanced back at Margot in the recliner and felt his heart soar. Dirty and tired beyond all reason, she was anything but sensuous woman with whom he rather goatishly desired to share a bed. He sensed his feelings toward her had developed a lot!!!!farther than that. Glancing at Ursis, he was rewarded by a!!!!wink. As usual, Bear seemed to read his mind. Soon, Theada began to index his disruptor again. "What do you think?" he asked Brim. The Cacescrian smiled and scanned the heavens. I think we're going to catch it from all sides pretty soon, Jubal," he said. "So keep an eye peeled. And make every shot count-because it will. If we can break out into open space,!!!!we'll be all right. Not much the League builds can catch this tub running flat out on its Drive crystal." He felt ship tremble as Ursis dumped their emergency power cell into the energy supply. "If we do not need it now," the Bear explained with a!!!!grin, "we probably will never need it." And abruptly the enemy returned-their patrol vessels rushing this time from all sides. Space came alive with flashing detonations. The scout bounced through volley after volley, shouldering aside a succession of hits, but the punishment soon began to tell. A whole section of port Hyperscreens suddenly dissolved into network of flaming cracks, then went dark. A direct hit carried away the three aft repulsion rings from the open utility deck. Five simultaneous flare-ups smashed their bow off course and blew the cowling from the starboard
plasma injectors-though the generator miraculously continued to function normally. Theada had the 60-mmi back in action immediately. Now, however, the attackers were widely separated. Desperately, he fired this way and that, but to little!!!!avail-he had no time to aim before he was forced to change his target. Outside the remaining Hyperscreens space was now alive with explosions of dazzling light and radiation. The little ship bounced and bucketed through the concussions as Brim desperately zigzagged in all directions. !!!!Moments later, the Hyperscreens pulsed again-this time remaining dark for a full five ticks while the whole control room shook with a massive series of thunderous tremors. Loose gear clattered to the deck as the bow erupted in a cloud of sparks and debris that smashed back along deck and grated deafeningly along the walls of the control cabin. Green sparkling radiation cascaded over the control cabin and vomited into the wake-when it cleared, the 60-mmi was completely gone, replaced by jagged, glowing hole. "Where did that come from?" Brim exclaimed over the din of the straining generators. "Wasn't even a direct hit!" Two more stupendous explosions erupted off to starboard, smashing the scout off course again and pulsing what was left of the Hyperscreens. Sweet thraggling Universe," Theada exclaimed. "I see it! Over there, just coming up from shadow of the planet." The old cruiser!" Brim yelled as he suddenly realized he had flown into a classic trap. The little patrol craft were actually herding him like a grazing animal. His mind raced furiously as he crankled wildly through sky. With no more disruptors to use against the patrol craft, escape was virtually impossible-any way be might choose to go, the huge disruptors of the cruiser could easily destroy him. Yet the only way out now was past the old ship. He made his decision swiftly. "Barbousse," he yelled, "prime those torpedo tubes!" They're primed, Lieutenant," Barbousse declared presently. Brim swung the scout's shattered bow toward the cruiser and sighted carefully through his target display. He set his jaw and frowned. A bad deflection, that, low and close to the disk of planet-but it was the best he was going get. "Here we go!" he yelled. More explosions battered the racing scout in every direction, but each time Brim fought his way back on course. As they approached, space itself seemed to catch fire with shattering detonations and radiation from the big ship's disruptors. "Ready," he yelled. Ready," Barbousse answered tensely. Outside, a torrent of explosions ripped the blackness of space. Brim gritted his teeth and held a steady course while he struggled to acquire the target. He had only a single chance. Every passing tick was an eternity. !!!!"Now," he called at last. "Fire both!" The scout jumped powerful Leaguer torpedoes blasted from their tubes on either side of the ruined 60-mmi disruptor turret. Torpedoes running, Lieutenant," Barbousse confirmed. Reload!" Brim ordered, skidding to port just in time to avoid a whole string of monstrous detonations. Powerful machinery whined and labored on either side of the deckhouse as spare torpedoes drawn from their storage canisters and inserted into the torpedo tubes. An eternity later, two thumps announced the task accomplished. announced. Fire both!" shouted. Again the ship jumped. running."
!!!!By now, every disruptor on the old cruiser that could bear was in rapid fire at them. "Ready the Drive, Nik," Brim warned. "The Drive is already on standby, Wilf," Ursis assured him. Brim judged the fast-narrowing distance carefully. Hesitated one more tick, then, "Fire it off!" he yelled. The Drive crystal came to life at the precise instant the first two torpedoes found their target- they struck dead amidships with an immense explosion that immediately hid middle third of old cruiser with a roiling ball of blinding flame and radiation. And now E607 was rushing down at it with the acceleration only a Drive can provide. We're going to hit," Amherst shrieked over the suit channel. A millitick later, the second two torpedoes slammed into what remained of the Leaguer's midsection-a dull glow boiling out into surrounding space until her hull opened like a rotten fruit. Her KA'PPA mast subsided slowly into the seething mass of energy, then suddenly took off in the opposite direction like a missile. Simultaneously, another glow began forward until whole ship seemed to collapse inward in a explosion of starflame. Slowly, she rolled to starboard, her massive hull breaking raggedly into two parts at a gaping hole in her side. Brim steered straight for the opening-he was too close and too fast for any other choice. The little scout pitched and rolled in the awesome shock waves. Then they were through to open space in less than a tick, Brim steering by instinct alone, He remembered an instant of great ruined galleries, flame, and destruction on either side-and debris. Something huge smashed past control cabin, ripping a deep gash along the deck and opening the spare torpedo compartment like ripe ca'amba. The Drive surged for a moment all out of control-a colossal hammer stroke smashed at the hull, then Gandom's Ve effect started and moments later they were in Hyperspace. When Brim turned in his seat, the giant wreck was only a flicker in the aft Hyperscreens, Drive growling raggedly beneath their feet and the generators spooling to a stop in their scarred outriggers. It probably looked as if we blew up with cruiser," Theada commented a voice still weak from excitement. "We were on our way Hyperspace before we cleared the wreck- age. No doubt," Ursis grumbled. "Unfortunately, whatever it was we collided with nearly did for the Drive, too." He frowned his readouts and rubbed his jaw. "Ten thousand LightSpeed is the best speed we'll get in Hyperspace-unless of course you wish to be out of phase with time." shuddered. Everyone knew about occasional time castaways. He decided long ago he preferred death-of any kind. "Can we maintain ten thousand LightSpeed?" he asked. That, fortunately, poses no particular problem," Bear replied. shrugged. "Let's go for it, then," he said. Even a little Hysperspeed is better than none at all." As you say, Wilf Ansor," Ursis said. The Drive continued its uneven thunder. quickly took stock of the rest of the ship. All in all, it appeared to be reasonably workable form, considering the treatment he'd given it during the last few metacycles. In corner of his eye, he saw Margot remove her helmet-Barbousse was at her side in a moment. She looked at Brim through tired, bloodshot eyes, her face so drawn she was hardly recognizable. I-I watched that, Wilf," she said with awe in her weak voice. "I watched you. No wonder you're building such a name for yourself." Desperation, as usual," Brim said with a smile. "I can't do anything unless I'm in trouble."
!!!! "Oh, Wilf," Margot pouted with a tired grin, "you are impossible, aren't you?" She smiled sleepily, then her eyes closed and her head lolled onto her shoulder. Barbousse opened her space suit at the wrist and gently counted her pulse. "She's asleep, Lieutenant," he asserted with a wink. "I think you've got this mission just about complete." Not until we get that lady aboard her pickup ship," Brim said. "But I guess I'll even be surprised if we don't pull that off pretty soon, considering what we've come through so far." Then he turned to Amherst. "All right, Number One," he said without emotion, "now we're on our way home-as you wished. You'd better get yourself cleaned up and back in command." E607's rendezvous with Margot's pickup ship took place only metacycles after they limped from the boundaries of the League at ten thousand LightSpeed. This time, they were not met by a lightly armed reconnaissance craft. Instead, the massive form of a heavy cruiser hove into view in what was left of the forward Hyperscreens-signaling imperiously for an immediate linkup. After Brim matched speeds and came alongside, the ships were quickly connected by mooring beams and a brow extended from the cruiser to the scout's scarred and dented well deck. In moments, the Carescrian found himself alone with Margot in the control cabin, the others conveniently hurrying through air lock after Ursis-who had Amherst firmly by the elbow. Brim carefully slaved his controls to the larger ship, then slipped from the helm and made his way aft, where he bent over Margot's sleeping form and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. She opened her tired eyes slowly-blinked-then opened her arms. In a moment, Brim embraced her. "How I've dreamed of holding you," he whispered, his heart beating out of control. I've dreamed of you, too, Wilf," she said breathlessly. "It got me through the bad times back there." She trembled. "I never did that reset we talked about back at Prosperous," she said. "I couldn't." felt a thrill course through his whole body. He looked into bloodshot eyes. "Nor did I," he said with a passion he had never before experienced. Then their lips touched, hers soft and wet against his. For a dizzy moment, the war ceased to exist-only Margot her lips and her breath and her arms and her crazy, crazy wet lips.... Abruptly, someone was hammering on the aft Hyperscreens. Brim surfaced just in time to see Barbousse knocking gently from the well deck. Behind him, Amherst was leading a group of officers through wreckage toward the air lock. The newcomers were dressed in elegant battle suits that clearly had never seen a battle. "We've got visitors, Margot," he warned. continued to hold him for a moment, then released her grip. "I want you to hold me again, Wilf," she whispered, peering intently into his eyes. "I don't know bow, but, 'Can e'er I bid these joys farewell?/No greater bliss shines out among the stars.'" I'll get to where you are somehow," Brim said, Lacerta's poetry glowing like a brand in his
memory as the air lock hissed. He got to his feet unsteadily, his heart racing. !!!!"Together," Margot whispered while he helped her from the recliner. Then the others were inside, doffing their helmets and looking around the little control cabin as if its clutter might stain their battle suits. "Princess Effer'wyck?" a bowing commander inquired, ignoring Brim as if he were part of the ship's equipment. The man was short, and inside his helmet he wore a too-neat mustache. !!!!"Lieutenant Effer'wyck, if you please, Commander," Margot corrected. Then, turning to Brim, she said, "I shall remain on Avalon for a time, Wilf. If Fortune wills, we shall meet there. Otherwise, Gimmas." She touched his hand, then reached for her space helmet. "Thank you forever," she whispered-less than a cycle later, she led three of the officers through the air lock, across the ruined well deck, out of Brim's sight. The remaining officer placed a hand on Amherst's shoulder and scanned the burned and splintered deck outside. "Looks as if the rescue wasn't all that easy, Puvis," he said, removing his helmet. He was tall and elegant, even in a battle suit. Like Amherst, he had a long patrician nose, narrow-set, sensitive eyes, and another perfectly groomed wisp of mustache. Amherst colored. "Ah...no. It w-wasn't, Uncle Shelgar," he stammered, looking at Brim pleadingly. We accomplished our mission, Commander," Brim said. That's the important part." Yes, you brought the Princess back," Shelgar said, nodding his head, "thereby avoiding a large and nasty galactic incident." He laughed. "She won't do that again, I'll tell you-they've reassigned her permanently to Avalon this time. Why, when the Emperor found what she was up to, he was furious. Perfectly furious." She is next in line for the throne Effer'wyck, isn't she?" Amherst observed. "Sort of crown princess, except they don't use the term there." He frowned. "How did she get herself such an assignment in the first place?" A strong-willed youngster," Shelgar chuckled. "They say she usually gets what she wants." He smiled. "And from what I hear, she did superb job of what she was doing. All very hush-hush, you know." He took a moment to stare at the wreckage-strewn decks, peering intently at the jagged, blackened hole where Theada's 60-mmi used to be. But," he continued, holding up an index finger, "did not remain on your, ah, bridge here to discuss the Princess. I have orders for you, Puvis, and also for what is left of this little starship of yours. Sir?" Amherst asked. First," Shelgar said, you are ordered to return with us in cruiser-your father's personal and direct wishes, of course. He'll want to bestow your decorations himself." I see, yes," Amherst said, his eyes brightening for the first time since the mission began. "a few things in the cabin, forward," he said. "If you will be so good as to pass the remainder of the orders to Brim, my Helmsman, I shall be ready to leave momentarily." Shelgar nodded and watched Amherst disappear into the companionway before he turned to Brim. "So you are the Carescrian Helmsman," he folding his arms and smiling. sir," Brim answered uncertainly. Regula Collingswood speaks highly of you, Lieutenant," Shelgar said. "I assume you flew the mission?" Some of it," Brim answered. won't ask any embarrassing questions, Brim," Shelgar asserted with an ironic smile. "I've already formed my own guesses about the nature of young Amherst's contribution from what I
long ago learned of my brother's son." He winked. "So I also won't bother to read the official version when it appears in the Journal." He laughed quietly. "Enough of that," he said. !!!!"Politics disgust me-and time grows short. I think you'll like your orders-they get you to Avalon just as soon as you can coax this clapped-out wreck to fly you there." Did you say Avalon, sir?" Brim asked, heart suddenly racing. You're to take what's left of this scout back to the Technical Intelligence Center, Brim. You can catch a return ride to Truculent from there. And I shall convey the same information Her Majesty, the Princess Effer'wyck. If I am any judge of quick looks, it will no doubt soften the shock of her reassignment." Brim felt his face flush. "Th-Thank you, sir," he gulped. "But wouldn't it be a lot quicker to tow us with you? We'll be quite awhile getting there at ten thousand LightSpeed." Quicker for you," Shelgar said with a smile, "but a lot slower for us with you trailing at the end of an optical hawser. The Emperor wants Princess Effer'wyck safely under his jurisdiction 'without delay' which means a full-speed run back to Avalon as it is." Aye, sir," Brim grumped. You'll both survive," Shelgar assured him with a smile. "And speaking of orders-which we weren't-the text of yours ought to be finished downloading by now into your COMM system- read it for the details." He grinned. "Incidentally, Regula asked me to pass this along, too." He took a small metal box from pocket on his forearm and passed it to Brim. "I just so happened to have one of these lying around in my kit-mine once, now it's yours. You can pass it on yourself someday." frowned and opened the box. His heart stopped. Congratulations," said. From what I bear, you've earned it, full Lieutenant Thin." He laughed. "You'll find we've downloaded all the documentation for that, too. If it's high- flown boredom you're after, it'll make good reading." He clapped the speechless Brim on his shoulder as Amherst reentered the control cabin. "Ready, Puvis?" he asked placing his helmet on his head. I certainly am, Uncle," Amherst replied, donning his own helmet. He turned to Brim. "Take care of things as well as you can without me, Brim," he said. gritted his teeth. "I shall do that, Number One," he said. Yes, I'm sure you will," Shelgar said, pushing Amherst into the air lock before him. He winked at Brim as he stepped through himself. "I shall pass along that message we discussed," he said. "And congratulations again." Then he was gone. Scant ticks later, mooring beams to the cruiser winked out and big starship bore up for Avalon, disappearing in the blackness with an emerald glow that lingered for nearly a quarter of a metacycle before it faded away. Brim grinned while the remainder of the Truculents clambered through the air lock, ripping off their battle helmets and congratulating him for promotion all at once. Miraculously, Ursis and Barbousse had procured large bottles of Logish meem-apparently from the emptiness of space itself. He laughed, basking in the warmth of their good wishes, happily clicking goblets each in turn (first full and right side up, then empty and upside down). Inside, however, his glee stemmed from a different source altogether. He was going Avalon-and Margot. Somehow, a mere promotion in grade paled in comparison! It took Truculents nearly twenty Standard days to nurse the crippled scout into native space, but at last E607's cracked and scarred Hyperscreens began to fill glittering star that comprised the heart of galaxy itself. In due the mighty triad of Asterious blazed forth like a giant beacon suspended above the Universe, drenching all contained with a glorious
golden radiance-and soon thereafter, the five blue-green worlds hove into view: Proteus for science, Melia for commerce, Ariel for communications, Helios for shipping, and The city- planet Avalon herself-throbbing epi-center of an empire that spanned the very galaxy and beyond. !!!! Brim's Orders specified signing the scout over to the scientific community on Proteus, and accordingly (on the thirty-second day of the voyage), he slowed to Hypospace, rounded the Vernal-204 space buoy, and set up his final approach to the gleaming planet of Imperial science. With the scout's seemingly indestructible generators rumbling steadily in his ears, he was passed through to the military sector and entered the spaceport traffic pattern when the last flickers of reentry plasma cleared from his Hyperscreens. Below sprawled three circular clusters buildings and laboratories known through Empire as the source of nearly half the important military technology developed in the last hundred years. He eased E607 into downrange leg of the traffic pattern while Theada trimmed ship for a dry-land planetfall. As the Klaipper-Hisses began to spool up, a Military Harbor Master appeared in Brim's COMM display and cleared them on to the complex. "All hands to stations for planetfall. All hands to stations for planetfall," Theada announced on the ship's speakers. Brim rolled left through an abbreviated base leg for immediate transition to final amid running footsteps and alarm buzzers as landing crews scattered to their positions. When ship righted, he lined up on one of long Becton-type gravity-cushion tubes (commonly used in place water for hard-surface touchdowns), carefully pulled off more lift, established gentle glide angle, checking the nose in relation to the near end of the fast-approaching tube. Steady as a rock. He smiled. Couldn't mistake this Gimmas Haefdon-no wind! made one final power reduction directly over the green-flashing ALPHA beacon, then energized the lift modifiers, held his speed steady, and waited for the approach lights to loam up as he rumbled in over the end of the tube. E607 settled solidly onto the long gravity cushion as its shadow dashed in from alongside and became a blurred spot beside them on the right-of- way. When Brim sensed a definite hover, he dumped modifiers and completed his roll-out with gravity brakes alone, generators rumbling at idle. His instrument panel was already a satisfying mass of flowing colors and patterns by time he taxied from the tube at the second turnoff-amid wild cheering from his travel-weary crew, finally parked little ship at a special gravity pool near military terminal. E607's first and only mission was complete. Text, messages for you, Lieutenant Brim," Barbousse announced suddenly from the COMM cabinet, his voice nearly lost the eager commotion of technicians clambering aboard little ship from three separate brows. What do they say?" Brim asked, busily shutting down the flight systems. Appear to be personal, sir," Barbousse yelled. "You'll probably want to display them yourself-beggin' the Lieutenant's pardon, course."
!!!! "I see," Brim said as he activated a COMM globe over his control panel. The short text message cascaded instantly across the display: • !!!!Wilf-I am required to attend the Godille function as representative of my dominion. Shall I see you there? I believe the Admiralty has deprived you of any excuse to decline. (Regrets Only)-Margot Brim's heart raced as read the first few words. Then he frowned. "Godille function?" "Admiralty?" He looked up just as Ursis switched over to external gravity-and almost fell out of his recliner. Swallowing hard, he wrested control of his heaving stomach, then turned to yell hotly at Barbousse. "Are you sure you got all of that?" he demanded. "It doesn't make any sense all." Which one, sir?" Barbousse asked solicitously. The big generators were spinning down now, and it was a little easier talk. only got one," Brim yelled, his voice now far too loud in the little control cabin. Everyone turned to stare at him-he felt his face flush. But which one, Lieutenant?" Barbousse asked again. Brim gritted his teeth. "Personal" his foot! 'The one from Margot," he answered in capitulation. Oh," Barbousse said with raised eyebrows. "That's the second one, Lieutenant. The first one must have got lost." WON-der-ful," fumed. I'll send it again," Barbousse said. thumped back in his recliner, feeling a dozen pairs of eyes at his back. "Thanks," he said, pulling in neck. Then he swiveled rapidly to face audience. Eight technicians were expectantly looking over shoulder at the message globe. "As you were!" he thundered. They scattered to eight tasks elsewhere in the suddenly quiet control cabin. Then the first message cascaded across the globe: TO:!!!!Wilf A. Brim, Lt., I.F. @ Proteus.991E FROM:!!!!Lord Avingnon B. Wyrood @ Admiralty/ Avalon Lieutenant Brim: Your attendance is hereby commanded a court divertissement by
His Majesty, Crown Prince Onrad in tribute to the Honorable Archduke of Godille. • !!!!This evening: 1900 Lordglen House of State Grand Boulevard of the Cosmos Avalon !!!!BY ORDER OF HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY GREYFFIN IV, GRAND GALACTIC EMPEROR, PRINCE OF THE REGGIO STAR CLUSTER, AND RIGHTFUL PROTECTOR OF THE HEAVENS. (formal attire) -------------------------------------------------------- • Personal to Lt. Brim: Take the R-37 Shuttle to Imperial Terminal, Avalon. Transportation will be standing by at the Quentian Portal. A formal uniform awaits your arrival at the Lordglen House. -A. K. Khiös, Secretary to Lord Wyrood !!!!That made more sense-at least as much sense as inviting a Carescrian to a court affair in the first place. He laughed. Margot's work for a certainty. Well, if that was the requirement to see her now, then so be it! He'd faced up to some of best the League could throw at him so far. Avalonian society couldn't very much worse than that! !!!! Later, on a tram from the landing field, Brim told the others about his invitation. "The Lordglen House?" Theada exclaimed. "Universe, Wilf, that's one of the fanciest official palaces of all. How'd you get an invitation there when we stay at the Visitors' Quarters?" Friends in high places," Brim laughed evasively, feeling color rise in his cheeks. "Besides, it's just until we ship out tomorrow night." Ursis laughed and clapped Brim on shoulder. "I think perhaps you do have such friends, Wilf Ansor, but perhaps not whom you think." He smiled. "I shall be most interested to discover who your sponsor really turns out to be." Brim never found himself in Avalon's Grand Imperial Terminal without a total sense of architectural majesty. Taken altogether, the huge structure could only be described as incredible with its immense, cloud-filled ceiling, which soared hundreds of irals over thousand crowded ramps and concourses winding among terraced gardens and colored lagoons. It was a fitting metaphor to represent civilization that conceived and built it. Awesome-
like the vast collection of worlds and stars it connected. !!!!Making his way to the bustling Quentian Portal, Brim scanned the dozens of curbside lanes for his transportation. A bus? A van? He idly noticed a huge chauffeured limousine skimmer thread its way carefully through the crowd and draw to a halt amid "oohs" and "aim" from the street throng. He watched with interest as the chauffeur dismounted-somebody important was slated for that vehicle (or, he chuckled, a Bear on leave). He continued to scan the other lanes own ride. "Lieutenant Brim?" a voice asked. Brim turned in surprise to confront the chauffeur, who was small, dressed entirely in light gray, and appeared be totally bald (bare scalp gleamed all around his peaked cap). "That's me," he said doubtfully. The man motioned toward the huge skimmer waiting at the curb, sleek, shining, and important. It looked for all the world like some great water creature poised for attack. "Your transportation to the Lordglen House, Lieutenant," he said, a small blond mustache twitching as he spoke. felt his eyebrows raise. "That's for me?" chauffeur laughed. "All the way to Lordglen," he said. You're sure I'm not supposed to drive you?" Brim joked as he strode toward the, stately vehicle. "Looks big enough to take a Helmsman." Only in traffic, Lieutenant," the chauffeur retorted good-naturedly as he opened the door for Brim. "This time of the day, I can probably handle it myself." Without another word, he climbed into the driver's compartment and the powerful skimmer glided out of station. Avalon City proper was laid out in a vast arid of forested parks and urban recumbency at the edge of huge, placid Lake Mersin-actually an inland sea. The Grand Terminal was constructed on an artificial island in the lake and connected to the city proper via a wide causeway named August Thackary Palidan, first starship commander to circumnavigate the galaxy. Cruising the causeway at high speed, they soon swung onto, tree-lined Vereker Boulevard and began to follow shore. Brim looked out at magenta waves beyond twisted kilgal trees as they swept past. The chauffeur was maneuvering through heavy traffic with a light skillful hand-Brim relaxed in the deep cushions of the seat, enjoying every bit of luxury he could absorb. They breezed past a cool, mork-shaded park dotted with sparkling fountains-full of splashing children. Brim reflected on how long it had been since he'd even seen a child and shook his head. Before Gimmas Haefdon, he guessed. War and children didn't mix so very well-he so sadly knew. Traffic was heavier as they neared the inner metropolis, and the closer they came, the more the lanes both directions contained limousine skimmers like one in which, he rode, many decorated with embassy crests. One great black machine from Bright Triad at Ely pulled opposite them in an adjoining lane just its emergency beacon came on, flashing frantic red, white, and orange in an eye-startling, random sequence. The shining vehicle accelerated quickly, skillfully dodging other traffic and rapidly disappeared in the distance. To the right, they passed the shimmering Desterro Monument with its colossal spiral of sculpted flame commemorating discovery of the Cold Tetrad of Edrington, center of a gravity drift that collected space debris and invaluable historic artifacts from million years of space travel. A traditional mecca for peacetime tourists, monument was now overrun by hundreds of gawking cadets and Blue Capes from all over the Empire. Brim smiled. He'd visited more
than once himself. !!!!In a matter of cycles, they were gliding over the first great ruby arch crossing the Grand Achtite Canal, each end of the wide, translucid span guarded by immense crystal warriors gazing at the same section of the sky (as indeed their sculptor had determined they would). Brim recalled a tour guide once pointing out that three similar bridges crossed the canal far downstream at regular intervals, each guarded by the same crystal statues that stared eternally at the same section of the sky: the Achtite Cluster. To the left of the bridge apron, Brim's eye caught the great domed tower of Marva thrusting silver and gold above the skyline with its fluted sides and curious winding concourse that spiraled all the way to the dome like a sparkling vine. Old Queen Adrien herself once lived and studied there before she set off in her little Durax III to discover Porth Grassmere on far side Elath. It was a place all Imperial Helmsmen knew-and appreciated. Farther along, they passed Avalon's famous Kimber Castle, where Cago JaHall composed Solemn Universe other classics of the same idiom. In later years, Dalgo Hildi had also lived there, but by the time she finally arrived in Avalon, her active career was nearly over. The graceful old building was presently fronted by crystal scaffolding, and workers appeared to be treating its carved metal facade. While they continued on into the historic Beardmore sector, Brim noted heavy construction wherever he looked. New buildings were going up on nearly every block. Older structures were being rebuilt-scaffolding and cranes everywhere. A good sign, he considered. Avalon was beginning recover from the initial shock of the war, looking toward the future again-and perceiving the first glimmerings of possible victory. He sat back, breathed deeply, and sank deeper into the luxuriously padded seat, feeling the smooth power of the skimmer the skill of its driver. He watched the bustle of the crowded streets, uniforms everywhere. As they swung through the spacious Courtland Plaza with its famous three-tiered Savoin gravity fountain and onyx reflecting pool, the Imperial Palace momentarilly came into view across an expanse of carefully tended gardens and manicured forests. Huntingdon Gate was its usual confused mass of traffic (reputed challenge even to Avalon's finest chauffeurs). Then the view was obstructed by the squat, glass-walled Estorial Library, where Hobiria Kopp first presented her Korsten Manifesto a full two hundred years prior to Brim's birth. The library had a special poetry section, which he promised he would one day peruse at his leisure-but as usual, not this trip! At last, Brim's limousine swung onto the long, park-lined Boulevard of Cosmos and began to slow. Moments later, it stopped gently in a curving driveway a gracefully understated jade-stone portico: sprawling Lordglen House of State. It was still early in the day, and the spacious receiving plaza was empty, but Brim could imagine what it would be like later when guests began to arrive. A white-gloved footman in a bright red coat and white breeches saluted and opened the door for him. "Lieutenant Brim, sir? Right this way, please," he said with a smile that instantly dissipated the awesome personality building itself. Brim rapped "thanks" on the glass separating passenger and driver compartments, then followed the footman through an imposing two-story doorway. Inside, they crossed wide entry hail, boots clicking on flawless obsidian floor. Above, an enormous gold and crystal chandelier reflected light from thousands of polished facets, and at the far end room, twin alabaster staircases curved upward to an ornate balcony jutting gracefully above an elaborately carved archway whose
polished ebony doors were presently closed. The footman led Brim up the left-hand stairway and through a carved-gold arch into a short hallway whose domed ceiling depicted allegorical scenes painted in an old-fashioned and elegant style. Midway along the left-hand wall, they entered a lift to the fifth floor, where Brim was presented a large golden key and shown into an elegant room furnished with exquisite period furniture and decorated by a collection of artifacts that, even to an untrained eye, were clearly worth the price of a large starship. !!!! "Welcome to Lordglen House, Lieutenant," the footman said as he opened the heavy drapes. "Lord Wyrood has instructed me to attend to all your needs. I have placed a complete formal uniform in the closet to your right, attempted to provide other, more basic necessities- which you will encounter in the usual places." He bowed. "Should you find I have missed items here and there," he added, "you have only to ring. My name is Keppler-I shall be at your service promptly." With this, he bowed again and exited the room backward, closing the double door quietly behind him. Brim shook his head as he looked about the tastefully ornate room-a long way from Carescria, this! He peered through the window into a courtyard of perfectly shaped flowering panthon trees whose glowing fruits made the quadrangle look like a miniature Universe of starry galaxies when viewed against the dark paving stones. A stately fountain danced placidly at its center. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment-this level of wealth transcended his understanding completely. He shrugged; none of it had much importance to him anyway. The only reality here was Margot. Once she arrived, everything else would fade to nonimportance. fidgeted impatiently as he tested the fit of his borrowed dress uniform before a full- length mirror: white tunic with stiff, gold-embroidered collars, epaulets, and high cuffs, dark blue breeches with gold stripe, knee-high parade boots (like polished hullmetal), white gloves, peaked hat. A rich, red-lined cape was carefully draped on the bed-certainly nothing like the cheap rentals he had known at the Academy. He-felt a growing sense of excitement as he counted off the cycles before he would see Margot--it was impossible to sit anymore. He paced back and forth across the thick carpet, its softness wasted beneath his boots. Each cycle seemed longer than its predecessor, even though months had passed since the evening he shared with her on Gimmas Haefdon-and those now seemed like moments. Outside, a gentle breeze moved the panthon trees-the weather was perfection. An omen, perhaps? He laughed to himself. All moments with Margot were- perfection, so far as he could remember-he doubted she would disappoint him tonight. As he stood staring at the patio, a distant chime sounded importantly. Then, in moments, a soft knock came at his door. "Come in," said. "It's unlocked." About ready, sir?" Keppler asked as stepped into the room. "The reception is under way in the ballroom." Now that it was time to go. Brim suddenly began to fret about the other guests. Wealthy people, of certainty. Influential. Powerful. He was no more than a simple Helmsman. What could have in common any of them? What could he say worth listening to? Would he
make a fool of himself? Suddenly, he felt tired. He wished he could have made other arrangements to see Margot. He never had a chance. !!!!"You look splendid, Lieutenant," Keppler said. "They'll all be jealous-especially with your action record." He helped, Brim place his cape properly over one shoulder in the latest fashion. "Now stand back," he ordered imperiously. "Let me make a last-moment check." Brim suffered further adjustments to his collar, cape, and an offending epaulet before Keppler was finished. Perfect, sir," the footman said finally as he nodded his approval. "A number of important people down there expect to meet you, so you'll want to look your best." With that, he gently propelled Brim from the room and into the lift. Only a few cycles later, found himself returned to the balcony at the head of the double staircase. Voices and soft music surged from below as elegant couples filed slowly in from the portico and disappeared through the doorway beneath feet. He paused for a moment, reflecting on his failure to submerge a natural Carescrian irritation with these scions of wealth and privilege. While they enjoyed unbelievable comfort luxury, men and women of more humble origins were elsewhere locked in mortal combat to protect the very Imperial existence. Why were these people exempted? Then he grimly laughed at the folly he had just concocted. Here he was, himself dressed like the worst sort of professional courtiers-and in the absolute thick of it! He snorted and started down the staircase, contemplating his own double standard.!!!!The huge ebony doors were open now, eight gray-clad footmen with ornate symbolic pikes flanking either side. Beyond, an elegant throng preened and pirouetted: polished officers in, the colorful uniforms of every friendly nation in the galaxy, seas of half-revealed bosoms and lavish gowns in every hue and pattern art and science could conjure, humans, Bears, A'zurnians, and the less-numerous races. At the center of the high archway, a majordomo dressed in bright green tunic with dark trousers and green boots bowed as Brim approached. Your name, please, Lieutenant?" he asked. Wilf Brim," Brim declared. "A Carescrian." looked man directly in the eye. Ah, yes, Lieutenant Brim," the majordomo said. "A thousand pardons: I should have known." He turned on his heel led Brim into the ballroom. "Lieutenant Helmsman Wilf Ansor Brim, Imperial Fleet," he announced, thumping the butt of his pike loudly on a special square of flooring. "I.F.S. Truculent." A few heads turned indifferently, but announcement was generally lost in the babble of the crowd. And, from what Brim could see as he stepped into room, his rank alone would relegate him to the very depths of nonimportance among most other guests whose ranks he could identify. From inside, room was high and huge-though a soft light level held the overall effect well within the limits of Brim's comprehension-longer than it was wide, with an ornate, domed ceiling covered by gold and silver designs in the form of a sinuous Logis vine. Three monstrous chandeliers like the one in the anteroom hung along its centerline. One wall was a solid bank of mirrors, the others were covered by rich-looking tapestries. The floor was a continuation of flawless obsidian outside. While Brim stood orienting himself the heady atmosphere of hogge'poa, meem, and a hundred fragrances of perfume, a tall commander with a wisp a mustache and piercing blue eyes appeared from the revelers, smiled, and clapped him on the back. "Brim, my good man," he said, "so glad you could; make it. I'm Avlin Khios, secretary to Lord Wyrood." He waved
his hand apologetically. "Sorry your invitation arrived with so little notice. We hoped you might be able to make it anyway." He grinned. "Understand you had an exciting mission, what?" !!!!"'Exciting' is probably as good a word as any, sir," Brim acknowledged with a smile. "The important thing, though, is; that we were able to see it all the way through." Yes, I understand," Khios said with a knowing grin. "Well her Effer'wyckian nibs is certainly on tonight's guest list." He took Brim's arm and propelled him into the center of the crowd. "But until the young lady actually does arrive, we have some people who want to talk to you-not many of them have the opportunity to meet real fighting men." Brim felt a goblet placed in his hand as he passed a pair of footmen. The shallow vessel made his passage through the crowd even more difficult than before. As he passed a red-faced Army officer, the man spit, "Carescrian," bitterly at him as if he were repeating an impolite word. Then, within a few more ticks, he was centered in a ring of smiling young officers) who wore the badges of the Admiralty Staff-and curious looks on their faces. Khios named each as Brim greeted one after the other with the handshake he learned in the Academy (Carescrians normally avoided touching anybody, at least during a first meeting)- their names were promptly forgotten in the rush of questions that followed. You've actually been in one of their starships?" What were the cannon like on A'zurn? Were they easy to drive?" Were they hard to start?" League torpedoes are good, aren't they? How'd the J band stand up after radiation from those mines?" To surprise, Brim quickly began to sense an underlying mood of serious interest- the questions coming his way were founded on well-informed backgrounds. As group continued to probe, Brim rapidly found he was not talking to the vacuum-headed courtiers he originally thought they might be. Rather, it seemed he was surrounded by a group of dedicated staff people: behind-the-scenes decision makers who-so far as he could ascertain- were probably far more valuable contributing an office work group than fighting the war somewhere in a battle zone. In the ore barges, one learned quickly to respect anyone who was willing to make a genuine contribution-almost anything. During the next few cycles, he answered each question as honestly as could, within his limited knowledge. It was difficult to make noncombatants understand that one often fought more by calm reaction to impressions and reflexes than by detailed study of anything specific. He was patiently giving his third impression of E607's handling characteristics when the gathering was interrupted by Khios. "I've got steal Lieutenant Brim for a while, gentlemen," he said, breaking into the circle to regrasp Brim's arm. "We have a couple of executive types who insist on meeting him now." nodded politely at smiling officers and lifted his hands palm upward. "My apologies, gentlemen," he said. Then turned on his heel and followed in Khios' wake through the festive atmosphere of music, perfume, and beautiful people. The secretary stopped nearly all the way across the big room at a small, unobtrusive archway leading off among the hanging tapestries. He knocked gently on an ornate door before he pushed it open, nodding for Brim to follow. Inside, soft lighting, walls of elegant display cases, magnificent furniture, and deep carpets identified room as one of the ultraprivate drawing rooms everyone heard of but seldom saw, rooms where very course of history could be charted quietly-and frequently was. Two
tall officers stood talking before a blazing fireplace-one a human, the other a flighted being from A'zurn. Their uniforms were heavy with ponderous badges of rank and decoration. !!!!Khios stopped approximately halfway into the room and bowed from the waist. "Your Majesties," he said. "May I present Lieutenant Helmsman Wilf Brim, Imperial Fleet, on detached duty from I.F.S. Truculent." Then he rose to his full height and indicated the two men. "Lieutenant, Crown Prince Onrad, your host, and Crown Prince Leopold of A'zurn." Startled, Brim saluted while Khios clicked his heels and bowed once more,, then silently exited the room, closing the door gently behind him. Nearly panicked and alone in the center of the room, Brim set his chin, collected himself as best he could, and strode purposefully to a position a few respectful paces before the two young dignitaries. He bowed, then stood looking first at one and then the other. "Your said, seizing his emotions an icy calm, "I am honored." Onrad spoke first. He looked to be approximately Brim's age and was powerfully built, with square jaw and thick neck of natural athlete. Expensively attired, his basic dress, was the tailored blue uniform of a vice admiral. "So you are Wilf Brim," he remarked, "the Carescrian who has caused all that trouble for Great Uncle Triannic." His broad smile nearly squeezed his eyes shut. "Ha, ha! Well, your partisan campaign to prove out old Wyrood's Reform Act certainly seems to be working impressively." He nodded to the A'zurnian beside him. "Isn't that right, Leo?" Crown Prince Leopold exuded an ageless, almost ethereal restraint which, in its own understated manner, stood out like a beacon from all the heavy magnificence of the ornate drawing room. His folded wings reached at least three golden irals floor, his eyes were the huge eyes of a hunter hawk, and his look conveyed the very soul of dignity. Here was a man who never acted in haste-nor in passion. He was beautifully clothed in the elegant, old- fashioned uniform of a brigadier general, and he stood with one polished boot on high hearth. He also smiled at Brim-his an analytical and questioning smile that seemed to test its recipient without so much as. a touch of challenge. "A 'gentle and daring leader,' as my cousins put it," he said. eyes narrowed and he seemed to look into the very soul of Brim's existence. A 'complete' leader." "There, Leo," Onrad interrupted hotly, "tell that anti-Wyrood idiots. They are hard to convince." Leopold sighed and stared into the fire for a moment. "Even they will learn, Onrad-or surely none of us will survive this tumult." He nodded his head. "But those very factions will eventually learn-because the Wilf Brims of this Universe have strength to persist, and in the final analysis, they do not." Then he reached to the top of the great carved mantelpiece and took golden chest in his hands. Stepping to a position opposite Brim, he opened it and extracted a tiny crystal image of a winged being-the same figure Brim instantly remembered from the twin pillars outside the quarry on A'zurn where Hagbut his troops were held prisoner. It was suspended on a small red ribbon. The Prince smiled again. have sent all the meaningless text that goes with this to Gimmas Haefdon, Lieutenant," he said. "The only importance is that you understand how much your actions were appreciated in Magalla'ana-that we shall never forget your dedication to mission and my countrymen." He grinned a momentary, lopsided grin. "Lieutenant Wilf Ansor Brim," said, "in the presence of your liege, the Crown Prince Onrad, I award you the A'zurnian Order of Cloudless Flight." He peered deeply into Brim's eyes. "Wear it proudly," he said. "The decoration has never before been awarded to a groundling." Then he fastened the ribbon to the left breast Of Brim's tunic and resumed his
original position at the fireplace. !!!!Brim bowed again. "Thank you, Your Majesties," he said. The A'zurnian nodded. "And see that you take good care of my cousin Margot," Onrad added with a grin and a half- sensed wink. "I have a distinct feeling you constitute the only reason we shall be honored with her blond presence this evening." felt his face flush. Then he boldly returned the Prince's smile. "I shall certainly attempt to do that, Your Majesty," he said quietly. After this, be stepped back, saluted, and exited the room, closing the door softly behind him. Outside, he stood for a moment gathering his thoughts. Mentally, he felt as if be had just come through a pitched space battle. Then he shrugged to himself. It certainly was a long way from the ore barges-not an inconsiderable accomplishment for a Carescrian! He made way back into the growing crowd, accepting another goblet of meem scanning the room for Margot's blond curls-unsuccessfully-when a small stir occurred at the entrance doors. Her Serene Majesty, Princess Margot of the Effer'wyck Dominions," the majordomo announced in a voice notably louder than before. The babble hushed, and heads turned expectantly. breath catch as she swept through the door on the arm of First Star Lord Beorn Wyrood. No longer was she merely an attractive military officer, she now radiated that particular beauty exclusively reserved for the wealthy and powerful. She was magnificent. She was wrapped in a meem-colored, full-length gown that crossed in front and tied neck, leaving her creamy shoulders and back stunningly bare. A matching sash nipped her waist, and a daring slit revealed enough of a long, shapely leg to considerably raise Brim's temperature. Around her neck, wore an enormous, single-drop StarBlaze that flashed with an inner fire as she laughed and chatted with the First Lord. ...had no idea the party was that important," someone whispered behind Brim. "She hardly ever attends these affairs." Voot's beard," another said in a low voice. "She's wearing Stone of the Empire!" !!!!"And LaKarn isn't anywhere in sight." Noticed that." watched transfixed as a small crowd formed around I couple. In a moment, both crown princes appeared, laughing and talking. Then, the A'zurnian was bending close to Margot, she whispering in his ear. He grinned his lopsided grin and pulled himself to his full height scanning the ballroom with his enormous eyes-which lighted on Brim and stopped. Smiling, spoke rapidly to Margot, then she was peering Brim's way, too. Their eyes met; she smiled-and frowned. In a moment, she was on her way through the crowd, never taking her eyes from him. And in that instant, Wilf Brim knew for certainty he was hopelessly in love. Baldwin, Bill - The Helmsman Chapter 9 THE HELMSMAN
BY BILL BALDWIN CHAPTER 9 !!!!Margot reached Brim amid murmured admiration from the gathered revelers, took his hands, and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Wilf," she whispered with a breathless smile, "I knew you'd manage it tonight-'Fresh evening winds have blown away all fear/From my glad bosom ,-now from gloominess/I mount forever."' Stunned for a moment, he could only stare at her blue eyes, moist lips, and perfect teeth. Never had he seen so much of her shoulders-the swell of her small breasts. He felt his heart rush. "Margot," he said in a whispered croak. "How wonderfully beautiful you are." She laughed. "I suppose I am a little more presentable than the last time saw me," she said, her voice mellow and the beautiful over sparkling background of music and conversation. She touched the A'zurnian medal on his tunic and smiled, looking him directly in the eye. "I'm very proud of you, Wilf," she whispered. Somewhere far away, detached words announced the arrival of someone named Godelle, but Brim hardly noticed. He wanted nothing in the Universe more than taking Margot Effer'wyck in his arms and holding her tightly. It was as if they were alone in the room. Abruptly, she seemed to read his mind. She took his hands in hers and looked into his eyes. "Not yet, Wilf," she breathed almost inaudibly. "I have additional functions I must perform with my new assignment on Avalon-and we shall to share each other for a while tonight." She gently guided him toward the lights and music, pressing his arm-her perfume was the very soul of seduction. The dance floor! Brim almost froze. He'd learned exactly enough about social dancing to minimally satisfy his infrequent social commitments at the Academy-nothing more. Helmsmen especially had little time for anything else but flying. "Margot..." he warned, but he was already far too late. Abruptly, he found her in arms-they were moving, she flowing the music, he stiff suddenly a little frightened. "Universe, Wilf," she laughed in his ear, "you are a horrible dancer, aren't you?" I know," he agreed. "Maybe we ought to..." Won't work," she laughed. "You'll have to finish this set with me no matter what." She nearly touched his nose with hers, looking deeply in his eyes and smiling. "Oh, Wilf, relax," she said. "Here, hold me like...this. Yes. That's better." Brim suddenly found her fitted comfortably against him, her soft cheek pressing his. And it was easier. He felt her body-her breasts. He breathed her perfume, felt his movements become one with hers. He held her tighter. And the music stopped. In a rush, the world returned while she slowly released him. He held her hands, desperately trying to stop time's headlong rush. "I don't want to let go, Margot," he heard his voice say-his heart was beating all out control. shook her head and placed a gloved finger to lips. Our time is later, Wilf," she said. "Trust me. For we shall finish the evening together- pretending it the Mermaid Tavern again." Then Brim felt a hand his shoulder. He turned to confront a beaming Prince Onrad. We meet again, Lieutenant," the nobleman said warmly. "May I interrupt your reunion with my blond cousin?" bowed. My liege," he said, gritting his teeth in spite of himself.
!!!!"Cousin Onrad," Margot said with an abbreviated curtsy. "What a pleasure." Onrad laughed with a twinkle in his eye as the music began. "I shall interpose myself only temporarily, Brim," he said mischievously. "We princes seldom venture into hopeless contests- especially those that are clearly lost before the play begins." Then he bowed to Margot, took her in his arms, and they were instantly swept into the rush of dancers. Brim soon found himself with another goblet of meem as he listened to the music and watched couples whirl by on the dance floor. His eyes strayed momentarily to a lovely oval face framed in a halo of soft brown hair. He looked away in embarrassment, but his gaze was drawn back like iron to a magnet. And her eyes were waiting. She smiled and met his glance. found himself moving through the crowd. Lieutenant Brim," she said with a curtsy when he stepped to her side. "I hoped I should meet you tonight." bowed. "I am honored, ma'am," he said. "But I didn't catch..." Cintha," she said. "Cintha Onleon." She had enormous eyelashes, a tiny nose, and perfectly shaped lips. Her tightly fitting gown was tawny gold and reminded Brim of nothing so much as a large flower bud whose petals were just beginning to open. Like Margot's, her skirt was also slit high along one side, but the overall accent was clearly on bosom-white, stunning bosom. while they talked and drank, it became amply clear to Brim that neither he nor she had anything remotely interesting or important to say to each other-only empty, hackneyed words. He was mostly fascinated by her ample sensuousness-she (at least by her conversation) in his battle experience-and later a shared bed. It was not enough. He actually welcomed the Army officer (with large, red-veined ears); who noisily foisted upon them and provided opportunity for escape another part of room-alone. In this manner, much of his evening passed: a tall, slim Marshia in revealing black lace followed Cintha-and was herself followed by a petite Beatrice scantily dressed in ruffled pink. Each was fascinating in her own way-and most probably available for much more serious dalliance. But none was Margot Effer'wyck. He discovered to his surprise that good looks and willingness-long his primary standards-were no longer nearly enough to satisfy the person whom he had lately -become. Now he also required fascinating conversation, professional accomplishment, even bit of elitism. He shook his head. Carescria was a long way off, indeed! Now and again, he caught sight of Margot dancing with (assumed) important guests- always someone different, always someone of considerable rank. And each partner appeared to be completely enthralled as she laughed and talked and danced. Often, he saw her standing centered in groups of admirers, constantly smiling and drinking with apparent girlish abandon. Twice, she returned to him for a single-wonderful--dance set when she placed her cheek against his and he never even noticed if he was dancing or not. The second time, eyes were even more heavily lidded than usual. Her cheeks had a pinkish tinge, and she held him tighter than ever before. "Voot's beard, Wilf," she whispered in his ear, "I've never seen so much good Logish meem-Uncle Wyrood's certainly opened best cellars for us tonight." She giggled musically, then hugged him closely for a moment as the music ended-and as he was beginning to feel embarrassing sensations in his loins. Finally, after what seemed like an age of eternities, the crowd began thin and Margot
returned to his arms to stay. "The time of sharing is past, Wilf," she whispered. "Now I shall have you all to myself." They strolled into the coolness of the plaza-almost empty now-and made their way under the panthon trees to fountain he had watched from his room. She brushed a dusting of tiny glowing blossoms from his hair and stared into his eyes, smiling enigmatically. "'Night sublime, Oh night of love,"' she recited in a whisper, "'Oh smile on our caressing;/Moons and stars keep watch above/Our splendorous night of love'"' !!!! Fervently, Brim completed the stanza, written more than a thousand years in the past by the ancient composer Giulietta. "'Cycles fly, and ne'er return,/Our joys, Alas! are fleeting. /OnIy memory's flame will burn/For spells that ne'er return'" Avalon seemed to fade completely, the half-heard orchestra now played from at least a galaxy away, and the gentle rush of the fountain wrapped them in a warbling cloak of privacy. Above the dark gables of Lordglen, Avalon's twin moons- both glowing at full disk-flooded the plaza with a golden shadow of magic. They stood silently for a moment before he drew her toward him-eyes closed and arms around his neck. And his whole Universe became two wet and pouted lips. Brim felt his body trembling as he held her and breathed in the sensuous fragrance of her perfume. He opened his eyes. Hers were open, too, and he read in them all he needed to know. "Margot," he whispered while their lips still touched. "I want..." He swallowed and shook his head. "No," he said, "I need to make love to you. And I need to now." Her eyes continued to look into his, but heavy lids became heavier still. "Finally," she breathed sleepy smile. "For a moment, I was afraid I might have to ask you." Then her eyes closed and she covered his lips with hers, pressing herself against him for a long time before, arm in arm, they made their way back indoors again. "I have a room upstairs," Brim suggested in the privacy of the music-filled room. "We could be alone there in a matter of cycles." She laughed quietly as they made their way through the dancers to the great ebony doors. "Nothing would give my dear cousin Onrad more pleasure than to watch me rutting in bed with you," she said low voice. Which surely would-from all angles-were we to make our tryst here in Lordglen." She shook her head. "No, Wilf, I think we shall take our pleasure elsewhere-where no one will dare invade our privacy." Brim raised an eyebrow. At the Effer'ian Embassy," Margot said firmly. "I live there now. And believe me, Wilf, no recorders invade the privacy of Princess Effer'wyck, at least not in her own bedroom." Aboard Margot's chauffeured limousine skimmer, Brim struggled to maintain his decorum. It was evident she was troubled by problems of the same nature, for she shifted position every few ticks and squeezed his hand nervously a number of times. At last, the great vehicle glided to a halt beneath small, dimly lighted portico. The servants' entrance, WiIf," she explained with a wry smile as a huge green-livened footman with eyes politely averted opened the door of limousine. "I hope you understand."
!!!! Brim laughed quietly. "I know any man at the ball would gladly kill if he could trade places with me at this servants' door right now," he said, kissing her hand. He helped her to the pavement, then followed as she led through the portico doorway, along a narrow corridor (also clearly made for servants-Brim knew that part of the Empire well!), and into a service lift. Less than a cycle later, he stood inside her softly lighted bedroom. Peripherally, he could sense an aura of incredible luxury, but none of it held any importance-only Margot mattered now. With his pulse thundering in his ears, he half heard the door latch shut-and she was in his arms, her breathing as rapid and urgent as his own. She teased his mouth with her lips and tongue. And suddenly her arms were no longer around him. He opened his eyes just in time to watch her reach for something behind her neck. smiled happily, gently arched her back, then drew the crossed halves of her bodice from pointed whiteness of breasts. A moment later, skirt and sash too lay in a heap around her ankles. She wore nothing underneath. Heart pounding all out of control, Brim stared down at the knobby pink aureoles of her swollen nipples, the half-sensed network of delicate veins in the creamy skin beyond. He felt his arms begin to shake uncontrollably, looked deeply in heavy eyes. "Hurry, Wilf," she whispered as he fumbled out of his own clothes. "Please..." Naked, he pulled her trembling shoulders close to him again, gently kissed her open lips while his thoughts went whirling to all corners of the Universe. Then they stumbled off toward the huge canopied bed. Long before dawn, Brim sat on the edge of bed, breathing her pungent scent on his face and stroking the damp golden thatch beneath her stomach. She sighed and shivered as fingers moved upward over the firm mound of her abdomen, strayed for a moment at her buried navel. he thought of his hands. They were soft-Helmsmen didn't dare grow calluses. But nine or ten years earlier, they wouldn't have pleasured her so. Then, those same hands were hard as any other Carescnan miner's. He forced himself to dwell on them for a moment-it never hurt to remember one's origins, especially in the middle of such unbelievable luxury intense pleasure. Wilf," she whispered at length, guiding his face down to her own. "What am I going to do about Rogan?" shrugged and bit his lip. "I suppose I should feel a little guilty about him," he said tonelessly. "I know you two are in love." She shook her head. "'We seldom are as that we seem,'" she recited pensively; "'Truth has its little masquerades./Appearance dot/i protect the dream.'" He moved closer to her on the bed and sat quietly while she sorted her thoughts. What the Empire can't know-what you can't know," she continued after a considerable lapse of time, "is that I never have loved him." looked him and smiled in resignation. "Oh, he comes here with me. I'm not fool enough to hope you'd believe he doesn't. Not after what you've seen of me tonight. But aside from that, we're little more than close friends-locked into a
rather dismal little courtship based on nothing more interesting than political necessity." She smiled ironically at him. "Our child will eventually rule both the whole Effer Cluster and the five industrial centers of the Torond." She laughed. "Shrewd old Greyffin IV saw that quickly enough-soon as my father produced a female. He set the whole thing up on the day of my birth. When Rogan had passed fifteen natal anniversaries." !!!!"Does LaKarn love you?" Wilf asked when she was finished, suddenly afraid of her answer. She smiled and shook her head, staring up at the ceiling. Sometimes when we are here, be says be does-for a few cycles. But aside from those moments, he appears to be much more interested in his career at the Admiralty." Brim laughed quietly. I seem to remember recently bleating earnest protestations of love myself," he said. "Probably at about the same emotional juncture as he." Did you mean them?" she asked, suddenly sitting up to face him. He met her gaze evenly. "I meant every word I said, Margot," -he pronounced carefully. "Then and now." drew his face to hers, kissed him lightly on the lips. I !!!!believe you, Wilf," said. "As I believed you then." And?" asked. don't know," she said. "Honestly." 'Brim snorted. In any case," be pronounced in mock seriousness, "1 now have an everlasting quarrel with my Emperor." You needn't," she said with unexpected concern. "I told you Rogan is usually a great deal more concerned about his career than anything I have to offer." She closed her eyes for a moment. "Sometimes, it gets pretty lonely." shook his head helplessly. "I'm sorry," he said. Surprisingly, he found he actually meant it. Don't be sorry," she said. "It's helped bring us together, I suppose." Us?" Well," she said, her eyes sparkling with impish humor, you've probably guessed I have little desire to exist as a blushing virgin." grinned. After tonight, it would be difficult for you claim anything like that," be said. Blushing or otherwise." She laughed. "We did take care of any lingering doubts, didn't we? But it still proves my point." Which is?" Well, just about the time you returned from your first mission, he hadn't been by couple of months. And..." She shrugged, clearly a little embarrassed by her own words. You're cute, Wilf. Sexy. And I was, well, you know...." think I have the picture," Brim said, feeling himself blush, too, in spite of the present circumstances. Anyway," Margot went on quickly, "I didn't think I'd have much problem. Girls with legs like these never do. Except. Except?" Except you quickly got to mean far too much. I've suspected I love you since we were in the Mermaid Tavern. I'd have gladly shared anywhere with that night. A broom closet would have been fine. And that's awful." understand." You're going to have to understand," she said, suddenly serious again. "Because I can't
shirk my duty as a princess, Wilf. This thing with Rogan is a lot bigger than anything I am now or ever will be. It won't just go away by itself. In fact," she said seriously, "it may never go away." !!!! "Universe," Brim said, gritting his teeth. And how you fit into the scheme of things is something I'm going to have to work out," she said presently. "By myself. I find I can't think very intelligently when you're around like this." Brim grimaced, guessing what was coming next. "I hope you're not going to ask me to-" Yes, I am, Wilf," she interrupted firmly. "Until I come up with some acceptable answers, you've got to stay out of my life. Probably, it'll be harder on me than it is on you. But the politics of this little triangle in which I seem to find myself affects too many people-worlds." What if you find I don't fit?" Brim asked. "Do I have any rights? After all, this thing is pretty important to me, too." Margot smiled sadly. "First, I've got to satisfy my obligations as a princess. Then we can start working out some sort of relationship between ourselves-if, indeed, one can really exist." closed his eyes and shook his head sadly. "All right, Margot," he said, running his fingers through her golden curls. "After today, I'll wait until you work things out-as long as wish, I suppose. I may not like it much, but I'll do it. '1 wish what you desire-/Our wishes reconciling./Your whims I suit admire,/And wish to keep you smiling."' She kissed him softly on the lips-he felt the stirring in his loins. But today is only today," he reminded her, "and I know I'm going to need you again before I go." glanced momentarily into his lap-and grinned. "Wanton," she chided in mock reproach. Then she kissed his nose playfully and lay back on the rumpled satin bedclothes, smiling happily. "You've already had so much of me you couldn't finish the last time-but, oh how I want try at least once more." Considerably later, with early morning sunlight filtering in at the sides of the heavy draperies, Brim quietly left warmth of Margot's bed and dressed himself in his badly wrinkled formal uniform, most of which still littered the floor. He looked down at her as she slept, face framed in yellow ringlets, then gently pulled a sheet over her shoulder. Brushing her cheeks with his lips, he gathered the meem-colored gown from where it lay, placed it neatly over a chair, then silently exited room, closing the door gently behind him. He stood for a moment in the early morning silence the ornate hallway- reflecting that he might well have already spent the most beautiful, exciting night he would ever experience in his life. He wondered when-or indeed if-would ever sample the same pleasures again, then shook his head. One paid a high price, he observed, when trading the relative simplicity of Carescrian hopelessness for the complex life in which he now found himself embroiled. Those days, he would never have so much as dreamed a first night with such a woman, much less worry about others that might follow! Then he shrugged. Were it possible to undo everything since his entrance to the Academy, he would change nothing. Margot was clearly worth any effort.
But the emotional price of hope was high, indeed. !!!!
He was met at the bottom of the lift by the same liveried chauffeur who delivered them to the servants' entrance the night before-this time, the man was dressed in a light gray uniform instead of the distinctive green habit peculiar to the House of Effer. He was tall and powerful looking, with a huge, square chin and piercing gray eyes. "Good morrow, Lieutenant," he said in a rich bass voice. "Good morrow, Freeman"," Brim replied, returning the man's rural Effer'ian greeting in kind. The chauffeur beamed. "What are your wishes this morning, Lieutenant?" he asked. "I am at your service." I'll gladly settle for a ride to the Lordglen House," Brim replied. No more than that, Lieutenant? Perhaps we could tidy up your uniform while you breakfast?" A ride will be more than sufficient," Brim said. You'll have it, then," the man replied with an approving nod. "I shall fetch the skimmer." Within a metacycle, another limousine-this one unmarked-deposited Brim under the glowing portico Lordglen House, and before midday he found himself again at the Quentian Portal of Avalon's Grand Imperial Terminal. As luck would have it, he arrived too late for the Proteus shuttle-by no more than five cycles. The next was scheduled three metacycles hence. He spent more than two of them regaining some of his lost sleep, then started on his way through the terminal toward the shuttle's departure gate. Shortly after he stepped onto blue Concourse 991, his eyes were drawn to a bright red dress and golden curls below as the walkway moved across orange 55. Heart racing, he peered over the glowing azure balustrade. It Margot-no mistaking her ever again. She was arm in arm with a highly decorated commander. No mistaking him, either. Rogan LaKam. Brim felt his spirits plummet to despair. Gritting his teeth in jealous anger, he stepped back to the center of moving concourse and continued on without looking back. He bit his lip as his mind's eye peevishly tortured him with imagined scenes in Margot's bedroom-the one he had left no more than few metacycles before! Then he snorted in the midst of his hopeless frustration. If nothing else, his recent efforts would certainly serve to dull the edge of LaKarn's bedtime pleasures. He laughed a little to himself about that. It helped some. But not enough.
!!!! "'Civilization Lixor,'" Theada read aloud in Truculent's nearly deserted bridge as he stared into a display. "'Number of Planets: twelve (one habitable); Total Population (Census of 51995): 8,206,800; Capital: Tandor-Ra; Monetary Unit: Arbera.'" He slouched in the right- hand Helmsman's station with his feet propped comfortably on the center console perusing The Galactic Almanac (And Handy Encyclopedia) for 51997. "Don't ya just love it?" he asked grumpily, waiting for a test routine to terminate. Yeah. I love it," Brim snorted while his own diagnostic routine splashed vibrant colors across the left-hand console before him. He idly brought the same information to a more convenient display and continued to read for himself: • Lixor is the only habitable planet among 12 satellites orbiting Hagath-37 (binary red and green star of eclipsing separation 3.0o) occupying a strategic location in the 91st Province astride three cross-galaxy trade routes (R-99183, C.48-E-7, and 948.RJT) that skirt massive and treacherous asteroid shoals extending for hundreds of c'lenyts in all directions. Twice the size of Proteus, this planet orbits with an Arias-19 type of synchronous rotation that perpetually directs the same hemisphere toward its star. Nearly 100% of the population inhabits this hemisphere, tropical at that portion nearest the light, temperate at the zone of transition ("Lands of Shadows"). The dark hemisphere is little used except for starship landing facilities. Inguer and Vatthan are the largest star ports. ... Outside in the perpetual nighttide of a military dockyard near Inguer, the dim, fog-shrouded world almost bashfully revealed itself in the feeble glow of three reddish-blue moons. Now and again, a restless breeze shredded the flowing mist enough that Brim could see a few irals of Truculent's frost-caked deck. Occasionally, there were glimpses of the glowing gravity pool below and sometimes the dark outlines of capable-looking patrol vessels berthed nearby, including a compact battleship of unique Lixorian design. He shook his, head. For all practical purposes, this end of the crazy world made even Gimmas Haefdon seem like a tropical paradise in comparison. Five standard months-a lifetime, almost-had passed since Avalon and the luxury of the Lordglen House of State. Even the heady pleasures of Margot's bedroom dimmed in the pitiless, grinding confusion of all-out blockade warfare. The Princess herself had become a magnificent chimera, especially now that her messages had ceased to arrive again. Theada completed his suite of checkouts, then, smiling wearily, he started aft toward the bridge exit (and wardroom). Brim initiated still another long diagnostic routine on master console and listlessly returned his gaze to the Almanac. Resources and Industries • Although half the habitable land mass is forested, Lixor contains much productive land on which Lixorians have attained high efficiency in agriculture. Of the total land area, 9.9% is cultivated, 2.5% pasture. Chief agriculture outputs include grains, vegetable oils, fibers, and logus products. Main natural resources are forests, a vast asteroid belt containing rich deposits
of metal, and solar power. Other forms of energy are imported. Commerce (including a thriving armaments industry) employs 35% of the work population, agriculture 7%. Lixonan hullmetal is of special value for reaction-chamber vessels. Other ores produced are metallic zar'cinium, lead, copper... !!!! Metallic zar'clinium, hullmetal, and a "thriving armaments industry": commerce indeed, Brim laughed grimly to himself. Everybody desperately needed Lixorian goods -Imperials and Leaguers alike (Truculent's own reaction chambers were encased in superb Lixorian hullmetal). He continued to read. History and Politics • • !!!! Lixor is parliamentary democracy with a king as head of state and a prime minister as principal operating officer.... The Government holds permanent memberships in the Trans-galaxian Educational Cooperative, LANN, EC, and United Independent Trading Council. During the present hostilities, the nation remains neutral, maintaining time- limited, renewable trade agreements with all major powers. Approximately .1% its Gross Product (GP) is distributed in aid to developing civilizations. The Almanac, as usual, used polite words to describe what Brim (and disdaining people all over the galaxy) regarded as distinctly unpolite situation. The avaricious Lixorians sold everything and anything they could manufacture to both sides of the great galactic struggle with no compunction whatso-ever-even while pontificating vociferously about their abhorrence of war. Brim shook his head. Lixorians had it all their way, it seemed. Playing both sides against the middle they kept the major combatants constantly reminded of a (very real) need to "protect" irreplaceable Lixorian industries. So long as both sides depended on Lixorian output, neither dare to destroy it. And Lixorian coffers swelled accordingly-in conjunction with their small but expensive military space fleet which included ten very powerful space forts on formed" asteroids placed strategically in orbits around their planet. Defense Full mobilizable strength exceeds 750,000. Military service is compulsory. A sphere of ten powerful, permanently manned forts constructed from large asteroids towed into place protects the single inhabited planet. Each fort is armed with enormous disruptors of special manufacture. The starfleet is powerful considering the size!!!!of the civilization it protects but is mostly limited to numerous small craft (mainly LightSpeed-limited torpedo and cannon- patrol craft) optimized!!!! in the direction of high acceleration maneuverability for synergism with the space forts. Three small area-defense
battleships of the Reneken class !!!!complete this efficient defense organization. !!!!
The right to buy Lixorian goods was negotiated by treaty every two Standard years, when prices were raised to the threshold of outright economic pain, then a few arberas more- all of which had to do with Truculent's arrival on the strange planet hardly more than a Standard day earlier. With the present treaty only weeks from expiration, the Lixorian Prime Minister had at last "permitted" Greyffin IV's Imperial Government to petition for new terms. Truculent (out- bound from battle-damage patching) was fortuitously available at the time and comandeered by the Admiralty to carry a team of economic negotiators who would hammer out details of the new agreement-but not sign it. That task was reserved far more impressive diplomats traveling aboard a powerful battle-cruiser squadron with a highly classified arrival schedule. Shortly after planetfall, Gallsworthy and Pym had taken one of the launches to fly Collingswood, Amherst, and negotiators into a resort area near Tandor-Ra where bargaining sessions were scheduled to begin on the morrow. Now destroyer and her crew awaited return of their principal members and!!!the launch before returning to the blockade zone.!!!! At last finished with his final set of diagnostic routines,!!!!Brim wearily pulled himself from his recliner and started aft toward the chart room and the bridge exit-the end of another!!!! seemingly endless watch. He never made it from the bridge. "Lieutenant Brim," Applewood called from COMM console. "A KA'PPA for you marked, 'Most urgent emergency priority.'" Brim raised an eyebrow and turned toward the signal rating-one whole section of his console was flashing the bright blue of a top-priority transmission. "Overrode bloody mail and Admiralty messages, it did, Lieutenant," Applewood grumped. "Have to restart whole sequence now." For me?" Brim asked, ignoring the other's complaints. From the Captain," replied, his bald head shining in strange moonlight. Funny stuff goin' on, Lieutenant. COMM bands are full of craziness. Noise and strange talk- like Leaguer jargon, kind of. All over..." Thoughts of rest forgotten, Brim hurried to COMM console. "Let's have the message," he said, frowning. Applewood generated a text globe. "MOST URGENT EMERGENCY PRIORITY FOR WILF BRIM @ TRUCULENT FROM COLLINGS WOOD @ TANDOR-RA," the message began. "CONFERENCE AREA UNDER HEAVY AIR BOMBARDMENT BY THREE LEAGUE DESTROYERS', (BELIEVE TYPE NF-1 10). LAUNCH DESTROYED." The transmission stopped abruptly with the words, "YOU ARE IN COMMAND." Is that all?" Brim demanded. Don't think so, somehow," Applewood grunted as he busily tried to pick up more transmissions. "But my readouts indicate a time-out on data stream. I think maybe they lost their KA'PPA, or..." He stopped in midsentence. "Here, Lieutenant," he said abruptly. "Here's somethin' else now. Broadcast in the clear-audio and video. Look." He activated a display globe:
• Citizens of Tandor-Ra: The League is aware your mediators are about to negotiate a new economic treaty with the Universal scum from the Empire. Heed this personal warning from Nergol Trianmc delivered by units of His mighty starfleets: • "We shall tolerate no special terms for the crawling spawn of Greyffln IV. Keep in mind it is only by Our good will that you continue to do business with this filth from Avalon. 'Should you grant favorable terms at this or subsequent meetings, We shall know and you will mark Our anger well." My ships will return in a few cycles to administer a second warning. Note carefully that we do not attack Lixor or Lixorians. Therefore, we shall consider it an act of war should any Lixorian forces take hostile action against us. (signed) K. L. Valentin, Overprefect, S.M.S. Grothor. !!!! Valentin! Narrowing his eyes, Brim lost no more than a few ticks as he made up his mind. "Mr. Chairman," he ordered quietly, "pull Collingswood's message up on every ship's console so people don't waste time asking questions, then sound 'Action Stations.' By authority of the Captain's orders, I am taking immediate command of this ship." "Acknowledged, Lieutenant," the Chairman intoned. Brim retraced his way forward among the consoles amid alarms sounding from the companionway. Valentin! The same Valentin, possibly? He shrugged, already too busy to give the matter more than passing thought. Less than a cycle later, the first of Truculent's flight crew began galloping onto the bridge and into their battle suits. Rig ship for immediate lift-off, Jubal," Brim yelled as the younger Helmsman activated the right-hand console. "Nik! I'll need full military power soon as you get the antigravs on stream." Without a word, Ursis smashed off the main limiters, then dump-started both generators at the same time. Brim had never been aboard starship-anywhere-when the power drain was enough to dim the bridge lights. Truculent's nearly went out. But the consoles held their function, and with the deck shuddering violently beneath his feet, he listened as the big machines began spinning up. Anastasia," he shouted over the rising sound, "I'm going to need every weapons system you've got! Disruptors. Mines. Torpedoes. The whole toot and stumble." How about a couple of rocks?" Fourier quipped from display. Great idea," Brim laughed. "If you got some, keep 'em handy. You never know." Generators are running and ready at standby," Ursis reported from a display. Stunned, Brim looked at his own instruments. Universe," he gulped, "you did that in four cycles." I am in personal hurry to see who this Valentin is," Ursis said with tooth stones flashing. 'Thanks, Nik," Brim said. He meant it. Outside through the swirling fog, he saw the base had suddenly come alive. Everywhere lamps were doused, but moonlight revealed heavy traffic on the access roads as crews raced for their vessels. Soon mooring beams began to wink out- but not a ship moved from its gravity pool.
!!!! "Tandor-Ra's broadcast orders that none of the ships outside are to lift, Lieutenant," Applewood reported momentarily. "Sent the best part of the message in the clear, they did. And nobody who's already up is to interfere in any way." 'The bastards," Brim snarled through clenched teeth. "The xaxtdamned, credit-grabbing, Lixorian bastards are going let those Leaguers get away with this." He pounded his fist on the arm of his recliner, watching analogs feverishly stowing loose equipment on his own frosty decks below. One does not anger customers when one's business is minding a store," Ursis growled without looking up from his console. Wash from idling generators all over the pool area had cleared the air, and the whole group of ships was now centered at the bottom of a great open-topped cylinder whose walls were made of swirling tendrils of fog. "Special-duty starmen close up for takeoff, Mr. Chairman," Brim ordered. At your command, Lieutenant," the Chairman answered. More alarms went off below and
mooring cupolas lighted. Testing alarm systems," Maldive's voice sounded from the chart room, and the bridge jolted as the Chairman verified functioning of Truculent's steering engine. "Thrusts in all sectors, Lieutenant." Very well," Brim said. He raced through the remaining pretaxi checks, then turned to Theada. "Jubal," he ordered, "you finish the rest of the preflighting with Chairman while I taxi her out-because if she'll fly at all, we're going up." Theada nodded silently. knew.... Mr. Chairman," Brim ordered next, "have men in cupolas single up all moorings- then switch to internal gravity." "Aye, Lieutenant." Stand by for internal gravity!" Maldive warned from her console. The sickening transition passed quickly-was nearly too busy to notice as he watched mooring beams wink out all around the ship. "I'll speak to the Harbor Master now," he said. Nearly a full cycle passed before an ashen-faced Lixorian ground controller appeared in one Brim's displays. "Ground to Imperial DD T.83," she said in a shocked voice. "We...we are u-under attack near Tandor-Ra, and they won't let us-." Imperial DD T.83 to Ground," Brim interrupted. "I've already heard. I am about to taxi out for immediate takeoff on Becton tube 195.8." Ground T.83: you are cleared to taxi," Controller said. "No traffic in the pattern." T.83 to Ground," Brim replied evenly. "I intend to shoot any traffic I find the pattern, so you will clear no one until after I'm gone. Do you understand?" Imperial DD T.83: we understand. You are cleared to Becton tube 195.8 for immediate takeoff; wind five forty-five at thirty-eight." T.83 copies," Brim answered, then peered at Theada. "How's the old rustbucket checkout, Jubal?" he asked. She'll taxi, Wilf," Theada said, "but I'm not done with the lift-off checks yet." Brim smiled. "Don't let me keep you, then," he said and turned back to his COMM display. "Imperial T.83 to Ground" he continued as he peered into the fog. Proceeding to Becton tube 195.8 for immediate takeoff." Helm's at dead center," the Chairman prompted. Stand by to move ship," Brim-warned on interCOMM as be checked his readouts
control settings. "Let go all mooring beams, Mr. Chairman. Dead slow ahead both, Nik." !!!!"All mooring beams extinguished," the Chairman reported. Dead slow ahead both," Ursis acknowledged. Truculent moved smoothly off the gravity pool. I'll take the helm now, Mr. Chairman," Brim ordered steering a course for the Becton tube. You have the helm," the Chairman acknowledged. Lift-off check's complete, Wilf," Theada reported presently. "Chairman claims she'll fly." Brim nodded and continued picking his way through the foggy maze of dark taxiways. No border lights guided his part this morning, only hints of direction from the bleakness beyond the Hyperscreens and the glowing instruments before him When he finally reached the tube, he immediately pivoted the ship into line and locked the brakes. "Full military ahead, Nik, be shouted. All other noise on the bridge was quickly drowned by the sudden rush of generators. Ground to Imperial DD T.83: Becton tube is active-go get the bastards, Truculent!" Imperial T.83 to Ground: we'll do our best," Brim promised, watching the brake indicators go out on his console-a once, the powerful destroyer began its astonishing acceleration along tube. Airborne in a matter of ticks, Brim maintained a nearly vertical climb through 960,000 irals before he nosed over and headed straight for horizon, still under maximum acceleration. What're you doing, Wilf?" Theada asked with a concerned frown. "We just got to this altitude-now you're down again?' Relax, Jubal," Brim answered without turning around. "It' only a relative altitude. I'm going to skim the horizon. It's an old smuggler's trick I picked up at the mines years ago. We're now heading straight for the opposite hemisphere-the on closest to Hogath-37, where Leaguers are trying to tear ibo our Tandor-Ra conference. What I'm doing is getting a good running start while I keep as much of planet between them and us as I can." A smuggler!" Theada exclaimed, pointing across the center console in mock horror. "I knew it!" laughed. "Too true, Jubal, my friend," he said. "We Carescrians just naturally get mixed up in all sorts of evil stuff!' Incoming coded KA'PPA, Lieutenant," Applewood interrupted from a display. "From Cap'n Collingswood." have the KA'PPAs as they come," Brim answered. Aye, sir," Applewood said. "'Collingswood to Brim: Lost KA'PPA COMM temporarily,"' he read. "'Hear you have taken off without my orders: good man. Good hunting! Imperial battlecnrisers due arrive in one to one point five metacycles should you require assist. Of interest to and a few others: that Overprefect Valentin probably has a familiar face. Message ends."' turned to nod at Ursis. The Bear grinned back. "Possible. . ." He kissed his fingertips. "Even with poor odds, personally welcome opportunity to find out." An image of Barbousse suddenly materialized in a nearby display. The big rating silently grinned for a moment, then I kissed his fingertips, too. smiled grimly watching Truculent's apparent altitude diminish with perceptible speed. "We'll make a bit of trouble for the bastard, no matter who he is," he growled into the displays as the destroyer surged forward through increasingly dense atmospheric layers. Livid orange
tongues of plasma streamed from every protuberance on the hull. Aft, the whole ship trailed a fiery wake of disturbed atoms. !!!!"Stand by all weapons systems," Fourier warned on the interCOMM. Standing by," a chorus of voices answered. How much ground clearance are we going to have?" Theada asked nervously from the side of his mouth as he stared in fascination through the forward Hyperscreens. Brim chuckled. "Not much, Jubal," he replied. "How close, Mr. Chairman?" !!!!"On this heading," the Chairman replied presently, "Truculent will clear the ground by minimum seventeen hundred fifty irals." Oh, plenty of room," Theada said a little breathlessly. Their actual perihelion occurred so quickly Brim only sensed an instantaneous transition from apparent, descent to ascent, although Truculent's control settings remained unchanged. Off to port, he'd glimpsed a city for a moment-no crystal in the windows there anymore. Probably caved in a few roofs, too-time to worry about paying for that damage later. I see 'em!" somebody exclaimed. "Six points to port and low to the horizon." We're tracking," another voice said quietly. "NF-110s all right. Long-range destroyers." You've never seen one those, have you, Wilf?" Fourier asked. Only read about 'em," Brim admitted. Xaxtdamned fine ships. They can outmaneuver a scalded skarsatt." I'll keep that mind," Brim said, lowering Truculent's bow until he could see three irregular shapes against starry background. They were arranged along a staggered line formation and returning for their second attack on an arrogantly steady heading-clearly expecting no more opposition than their first pass received from fort or starship. The Carescrian smiled with grim satisfaction. This time, Overprefect Valentin was in for a nasty surprise-whoever he might turn out to be. In his display, he watched the firing crews at their Director consoles, listened to their familiar litany of deflection and ranges. We'll take them in order, Anastasia," said quietly as he adjusted course toward the leading enemy ship. "Closest first." All disruptors prepare to engage forward," Fourier said. "Target bearing red for five." Range ninety-one hundred and closing rapidly." Steady..." This enemy ship was long and cylindrical, built as a single hull instead of independent modules on a K tube. She had a high, thin bridge and nine turrets distributed evenly forward, 'midships, aft in triads circling the hull. Brim wondered if he might be looking at his special adversary as he scanned the distant vessel. There was quite a score to settle. Shoot!" !!!!Truculent's deck bucked violently as all seven disruptors went off in a blinding eruption that lit space around the enemy destroyer like a tiny nova. A flame glowed for moment abaft her bridge, then abruptly winked out. Got 'im, first shot!" somebody yelled gleefully Fourier poured salvo after salvo at the enemy ship, starting a number of fires and blasting large piece of debris into the wake. None the three attackers was fighting back yet, Brim noted. His tactics of surprise had served him well. He imagined the chaos Fourier's seven big 144s must causing in the lead ship and wondered what reaction would be in the two nearby asteroid forts whose big disruptors-quiet so far-nonetheless bore directly on his present position. Finally, ragged return fire began to flash outside from enemy ships. "It's mainly from the
second one," Brim yelled to Fourier. "We'll give them a bit of trouble next." He put the helm over and hauled the ship on to a collision course with the next enemy destroyer. !!!!Fourier nodded. "I see him," she said. "Beating orange nine forty-six." Up a hundred." Brim watched the forward turret index a few degrees to port, rise slightly, then lower. Unseen, he knew the others were retracking to the same target. Steady... " Shoot!" Truculent was closer to this one, and the targeting was accurate. Great pieces of flaming wreckage began to fly off the enemy ship. The first and third destroyers were now recovering from their initial surprise-to starboard, space erupted in a ragged welter of return fire. Truculent's deck kicked with the first a long- range bits from the third enemy ship, but the effort was far too late for Brim's intended victim. A shattering explosion suddenly sent the second raider skidding off course to nadir, all!!!!but one of its turrets paralyzed or blasted to silence "Looks like he's had it," somebody observed. I'll have a spread of torpedoes into him, Anastasia," Brim ordered. In a matter of ticks, a salvo of five big Mark-19 torpedoes flashed past bridge from the launcher, leaving a trail of blinding ruby fire in the starry darkness. Torpedoes running," Barbousse's deep voice intoned on the voice circuit. immediately canted Truculent round toward the third attacker. "Give him everything we've got!" he yelled to Anastasia over the bellowing generators. New target bearing blue four forty-one at eleven ninety-two." Again, Truculent's powerful battery turned space into a concussive inferno, this time around the third enemy ship. Then the whole Universe lit from aft. Startled, Brim swung in his recliner, gritting his teeth. Were the Lixorian forts finally joining the fray? On whose side? He was immediately relieved see what remained of the second League destroyer melt completely into a roiling cloud of livid energy from his torpedoes. Every port gleamed like a fiery eye along the hull before the ship burst again into a stupendous flowerlike pattern of flame and debris. He watched an entire assembly fly off into space like a runaway holiday rocket. !!!!"That got the Leaguer bastards!" somebody yelled jubilantly. Universe," another whispered aloud, "look at that burn." Suddenly, was nearly knocked senseless against his seat restraints as a stunning explosion went off just abaft Truculent's bridge and caved in a corner of the chart room. The cabin atmosphere blew out in a single, tremendous draft that took two navigation consoles with it and filled the bridge with whirling shards of jagged hullmetal and Hyperscreen crystal. Chaos ruled momentarily as agonized screams filled the voice circuits and half a dozen consoles disappeared in great sparking eruptions of energy. The Carescrian felt a heavy weight bounce off the back of his recliner-his faceplate was suddenly covered with a spray of redness, which smeared as tried to wipe it away. He turned in time to see a headless corpse crumple in greasy red puddle beside him, belly ripped from crotch to the shredded stump a neck. Its severed head bounced like a child's toy at Theada's feet as gravity pulsed in the shock waves. Truculent's hull jolted and vibrated as more hits came aboard from the third enemy destroyer. One particularly powerful blast burst amidships, took port launch with it, and opened the hull at the officers' quarters with a fiery plume. Brim knew instinctively he had just
lost all he owned-his sister's picture in its little charred frame passed his mind's eye for an instant, then he snapped himself back to reality and hauled the destroyer around in a hard turn to port amid a howl of strikes from small weapons that shattered what remained of the aft Hyperscreens and filled the bridge with more jagged pieces of flying crystal. In the corner of his eye, he saw someone crawling along the main corridor bubbling blood from a dozen holes in a barely recognizable battle suit. Suddenly, one of the larger rents unsealed in red mist that sprayed nearby consoles a dark, sticky-looking crimson. Whoever it was stopped crawling and spasmodically reared upward before crumpling onto a tattered, blackened shred star chart. Brim read the word "MALDIVE" on the name tag. !!!!He bit his lip. At least he wasn't worried about the forts anymore. The Lixorians were clearly following orders and staying out of the action. He turned to watch the first destroyer they had encountered. Fourier had just redirected two of Truculent's ventral turrets at her. Burning in three or four locations along her hull, NF-110 was returning the fire, but only intermittently-clearly, hits had been scored on critical control centers, though the ship's propulsion systems appeared to be undamaged. At least, Brim noted with satisfaction, the Leaguers were making no attempt to continue their attack on Tandor-Ra below. Off to starboard, the third destroyer was turning with them. Two of her turrets were out, of commission, with disruptors pointed at useless angles. The other seven, however, were firing rapidly and accurately, matching Truculent shot for shot. wondered if she might be the ship carrying Valentin- then decided at the moment he had no time to care. Soon the two ships were racing parallel courses across the bright disk of Lixor-Truculent silhouetted against the light, her opponent in the much more enviable position of blending with the darkness of space-at least so she appeared from Brim's console. Below, his decks were a ruin, littered with debris and punctured in at least a hundred locations. Fires were reported in damage-control zones. A nearby display presented the heavily armored sick bay crowded with more than twenty bloody bodies waiting for healing machines that were already full. Flynn could be seen feverishly rushing to this and that, trying to staunch cries of pain- and the screaming. He was a fine doctor-Brim knew that from experience. But a lot of Truculents were going to die before this day was over, despite all the man could do. didn't opt for a closer look in sick bay since the bridge itself was beginning to fill acrid black smoke from fires raging in what was left of Collingswood's cabin. Metal fires, for certain, he noted. Nothing burned like metal once it caught. Another explosion jarred the deck-this one in the Communications cabin joining A turret to lower part of the bridge. Miraculously, the voice circuits held, but the deck buckled dangerously beneath his boots. And soon the smoke was worse than ever. "I'll have a square pattern of five torpedoes," Fourier ordered. Moments later, five torpedoes flashed from the launcher: two high, two low, in center. Torpedoes running," Barbousse intoned. That ought to show them!" somebody yelled in the ruby glow. And how!" another started. Oh, no!" third voice exclaimed in dismay as enemy destroyer reacted with unbelievable speed, executing a series of tight maneuvers that cleanly evaded four of the speeding missiles. The fifth torpedo-evidently unexpected in a square salvo-excised a small deckhouse from hull just aft of her small superstructure in a cloud of flying debris. It did not, however, encounter anything sufficiently solid in framework to set off its charge, and continued on into space without inflicting any important damage.
!!!!"Afraid of that," Fourier snapped angrily. "Still, it didn't hurt to try." Another welter of shots erupted close to the starboard bow, smashing the forward docking cupola and sending jagged hull-metal splinters whizzing through the Hyperscreens in a dozen places. Voof!" Ursis roared through clenched teeth as he grabbed his left forearm. Brim could see his battle suit sealing off a ragged wound in a spray of blood. The Bear pounded his console in high dudgeon. "Now," he pronounced solemnly, "that bastard Triannic is really in trouble!" Look out!" somebody else yelled. "Jubal's caught it...." Brim glanced to his right in time to see Theada slump facedown onto shards of crystal littering his console-the Hyperscreens shattered in front of his station. Blood flowed freely from somewhere beneath his head and dripped in a puddle at his feet. "Somebody get pressure patch up here!" the Carescrian yelled, then cranked Truculent around in a climbing turn as the first ship desperately took evasive action to escape attack. The Leaguers acted only just in time. The space they would have occupied erupted in a deadly salvo of closely spaced blasts as Fourier growled in displeasure. On the bridge aft, Brim glimpsed a crew with laser axes and power pries fighting three smoky radiation fires in what was left of the chart room and trying to free somebody pinned to the deck by a fallen support. Deep in the hull, he scanned a generator room turned to near chaos. Huge, charred holes had been opened by hits on either side of the keel-but miraculously, Borodov kept the oversized Admiralty N types churning out their enormous output of raw antigravity waves. Truculent's speed was a major reason she was still in one piece now that the enemy ships had at last joined forces. Near one shattered power console, part of a rating still sat in the recliner, burned completely away from the waist up. Beside one of the blast holes, a leaking body hung limply impaled by three long needles hullmetal, melted then thrust inward at time impact. While two blood-covered medical ratings gently eased Theada from his console, Brim watched the second enemy ship turning toward him again. Fourier's disruptor crews wasted no time in blanketing it with a barrage of shock and radiation. The Leaguer's KA'PPA tower went a blinding flash light and a shattered launch sailed straight down from its mountings-only irals from a direct hit beneath the bridge. Brim smiled grimly. They'd felt those salvos, all right. Then, with a blinding flash, Truculent's spaceframe again heaved convulsively, gravity pulsed, and loose debris bounced around interior of the wrecked bridge like swarm of heavy insects. A second explosion followed on its heels-this one all the way in the hull. It spun the destroyer like toy. Brim fought the controls with all the skill he could muster. Flames angry sparking radiation obscured the bow and boiled into their wake. When it cleared, Truculent's A turret was replaced by a jagged, blackened hole from which clouds of radiation swirled along the top decks. No hope for that crew, Brim thought as he followed the deadly billowing mist aft where it passed wreckage of W turret-still apparently intact except for an innocuous-looking hole near the slot for the disruptor-which pointed uselessly off to port. Then a third tremendous hit battered the ship. Brim grabbed his console as the gravity pulsed again and more loose debris cascaded across the wrinkling deck plates. This time, the steady thunder of the generators began to fade into hoarse, staccato rasping. He glanced around the decks through Hyperscreens-no new damage topside, at least none he could recognize. The hit was on Truculent's bottom. And it didn't require much imagination to understand she'd taken serious damage. Fresh radiation was already curling into the wake from below-and their
speed was beginning to fall! !!!!Everybody seemed to be shouting on the voice circuits. All over the smoldering bridge, damage-control teams were desperately clearing debris. Smashed figures desiccating in torn battle suits were stacked like cordwood in the shredded remains of chart room. Instinctively, Brim ducked as more violent explosions went off close overhead, lighting the shattered wreckage on the decks below with a dazzling glare. He scanned Borodov's power exchange in a nearby display. Heavy clouds of radiation billowed overhead and in the background, actual flames fed on some source of combustion from another wrecked systems console. Borodov's soot-covered helmet appeared in the display. "How bad is it, Chief?" the Carescrian asked. The old Bear shrugged and considered a moment. "Trucculent has seen better days," he pronounced slowly. "The last hit destroyed important control logic for the starboard generator- it runs pretty much out of control now. But it runs." "And...?" Brim asked. And," Borodov went on, "we can still steer and run full speed. But doing the latter will quickly destroy the damaged generator." Brim felt the speed drop noticeably. He watched the third enemy ship again turning toward him. Moments later, the first ship also turned. Both Leaguers could see he was in trouble. "Full speed, if you please, Lieutenant Borodov," he said quietly. Borodov shrugged. "Full speed it is, Wilf Ansor," he said, busying himself at his console. Fourier urged her disruptor crews to even more exertion, and somehow the rate of firing did increase-with telling effect. Bright flashes winked all over the enemy hulls. Additional metal fires began to belch clouds of sparks third enemy ship, but she continued to employ her disruptors with same deadly accuracy. Return fire sprayed Truculent everywhere; her hull jumped and pounded as they burst aboard. Somebody started screaming over the voice circuits again-but a long time passed before bloodcurdling sound registered in Brim's mind above the general pandemonium. He turned in his seat to confront a medical team pulling Fourier from her console. Her suit was horribly burned at the neck, and her hands desperately tore at shredded hole in her shoulder. One of the medical ratings placed a pressure patch over the opening while two others held her arms. The screaming abruptly turned to a liquid gargle, then stopped altogether. Brim turned back to controls, gritting his teeth the team dragged her limp figure aft toward the chart room. Starboard generator will fail within three cycles, Wilf Ansor," Borodov reported from below. Brim glanced at Ursis. Bear nodded confirmation. I suppose it will have to then, Chief," Brim said. "Keep it going as long as you can." smiled broadly. "Give 'em great grief, Wilf Ansor" he yelled over the din as he returned to his readouts. In the corner of his eye, Brim caught Ursis grinning, too. His thumb was raised in the Universal human sign of approval. Then there was little time to notice anything except battle; "Stand by to concentrate all fire on the number-three ship!" yelled at Fourier's replacement. He noticed man's gloves were almost instantly soaked in blood from the console. Let's go, then!" he yelled. "One last try!" He skidded Truculent into a tight descending spiral, then suddenly hauled back on the helm until he flying on a collision course- with all remaining turrets firing as fast their crews could recharge the 144s.
!!!!This unexpected attack once again took the enemy ship by surprise. The Leaguer captain instinctively put up his helm and attempted to climb out of Truculent's way-it was the worst thing he could do. Brim's remaining 144s all concentrated their fire on the enemy's steering gear just forward of the Drive openings. Pieces of hullmetal blasted loose as the big disruptors tore at her hull. Suddenly, a terrific explosion ripped the enemy's midsection-followed immediately by a second and a third. A deckhouse blew off in a shower of sparks and glowing clouds of radiation. Then, slowly but inexorably, the ship began to shear off course. "Get another spread of torpedoes in there!" Brim yelled, skidding Truculent to open a clear line of fire for the torpedo launcher-which fired as soon as it bore on the target. Five ruby sparks flashed past the bridge from aft-Brim watched them on their way, noting that this time, his scalded skarsatt had done the outmaneuvering. Then the target was obliterated in a stunning ball flame that pulsed rapidly four times before it defined itself into a roiling cloud of livid energy that consumed what remained of the enemy ship like a minute star. Brim put his helm over only just in time avoid the cloud of debris, then aimed the ship once again toward the first enemy vessel. "Give 'em everything we've got left!" he yelled-just as the damaged port generator gave out with a thunderous rumble that shook Truculent's starframe to its very keel. In spite of his struggles with the controls, the destroyer slewed around out of control, stars sliding across Hyperscreens like a billion speeding comets on parallel tracks. Brim almost had to bring the ship to a halt before the steering gear would accept its new offset parameters. B turret seems to be jammed," someone reported. An' we've no power to the torpedo flat," Barbousse added. "That last salvo did it for my part the power exchange." nodded to himself as he carefully eased Truculent around to face his final opponent, now warily closing in for the kill. Seriously afire in a number of places, NF-110 was not in much better shape than her Imperial adversary, but with propulsion systems evidently intact, she now had an insurmountable advantage. Brim shrugged grimly and continued to fly as best he could-if nothing else, he'd stopped the raid on Tandor-Ra. Perhaps that might make up for what was in store for the destroyer under his very temporary command. He suddenly remembered Collingswood's mention of Imperial battlecruisers and glanced at timepiece. He'd been fighting for more than a metacycle and certainly needed the "assist" mentioned. The big ships were due any cycle now. gritted teeth. If he could just buy himself a little more time... Then he laughed ironically. Last-moment rescues only happened fables to princes and kings. In all probability Carescrians simply didn't qualify. Outside, the enemy destroyer approached on an asymptotic curve, always toward the port side where Truculent bad no operational disruptors to bear. Brim tried to turn with a forward shot, but to no avail. When he tightened up on the port helm, the steering engine created intense interference patterns with the operational generator actually opened the effective radius. Helplessly, he stood by as the enemy ship positioned itseIf, watched the turrets index around to point directly at his bridge. Message from the enemy ship," somebody yelled above the confusion. "Full video an' all, if you please!" cleared a display. "I'll take it at this station," he growled, guessing who was on the other end. The globe flashed, glowed, then manifested the image of a handsome masculine face-blue eyes, blond hair, dimpled chin. The Carescrian grimly nodded to himself. The
Valentin. !!!!"Ah, Brim," the elegant visage hissed, peering out of the display with a look of amused surprise. "I thought it might be you from the first transmission." Well, hab'thall?" Brim snarled as be kicked the steering engine. It was just sufficient to surprise the opposite Helmsmen and get in a brief volley from C turret. Three shots landed with bright explosions-Valentin's port-side launch arched away in a series of tight loops trailing flame like a small comet. The Overprefect's image jumped wildly in the display. That foul trick, Brim," Valentin snarled, "was the last-lucky-gasp your contemptible existence." He glowered from the display in high dudgeon. "Today, I shall finish what I started more than two years ago. For Dame Fortune has finally deserted you, Carescrian-and your thrice-damned ship!" Brim kicked steering engine once more, but the Leaguer a Helmsman was wary this time. Now there were no more tricks left from the Carescrian mines. With Valentin's execrable laughter ringing in his ears, he desperately scoured his mind for a way to prolong things until the battlecruisers arrived. "Well, hab'thall," he commented derisively, "I see they demoted you after your last blunder." Valentin's eyebrows shot upward. "Demoted?" he protested. "You would have done well to study League Fleet ranks, fool." He pointed proudly to the ornate device embroidered in metallic thread on his perfectly tailored cuff. "I," he pronounced, "have been made an overprefect-promoted, Brim. Not demoted! The same rank as your full commanders- Lieutenant." Is that right?" Brim said derisively. "Old Triannic must xaxtadamned well be scraping the bottom of his bedchamber slops bucket if he's forced to promote the likes of you-Voot's beard, Valentin, you've never been able to complete a mission when I'm around." He peered into display with mock concentration, wrinkling his nose. "Something about me sets you on edge, doesn't it, hab'thall?" !!!!"Capcloth! Carescrian scum!" Valentin raged in a high, choked voice. "I shall show you what it means to be on edge." He turned to someone outside the display and nodded. "Carefully, though," he panted. "I want this to be slow. Make certain our Imperial friends have plenty of time savor their agony. He laughed nervously. "Yes," be hissed in clear anticipation, "so they enjoy every shot!" Then he raised his hand and Brim's display went blank. Apparent end of transmission, Lieutenant," a rating reported. nodded. "Very well," be said to himself. He turned to face the enemy ship and waited grimly, wishing he had even some of Fourier's rocks throw. They would have been every bit as effective as his disruptors now, and a thousand times more satisfying! He glanced around Truculent's battered bridge, littered with bodies and Hyperscreen shards. Not many of the old crew alive now-only Ursis and a few scattered ratings waited defiantly at their consoles, staring into the enemy disruptors. Clearly Valentin was keeping his promise to draw things out-enjoying his moment of triumph. Brim nodded. Let him! The battle.cruisers were on their way, and if he were not around to see it, the Overprefect's predilection for torture might cost him dearly. As he sat watching the enemy ship, he thought about Lixorian forts. In Truculent's present position, at least three of them could bring their big disruptors to bear-save the ship doing a job they were built to accomplish. But all were silent, watching as the Leaguers prepared to cut his now helpless destroyer to pieces. He took deep breath. Though he would
soon be blasted all over the Universe, he would die with disdain for every preening businessman who sucked sustenance from the troubles of others. Much as he hated the black- suited Leaguer Controllers, he could easily generate more respect for them than for the rapacious bastards who lived on the planet below. At least Controllers had moral fortitude to cleave to some cause other than pure avarice. !!!!Across the emptiness, a single disruptor flashed. Truculent's deck-jumped as the bolt of energy crashed home just forward of the bridge in a shower of sparks. A second flash, and the 'midships deckhouse erupted in a cloud of radiation. Through a display, Brim scanned the glowing wreckage of the wardroom. Most of it was now open to space-great starry holes yawned where Greyffin IV's picture used to hang. He wondered momentarily about the fate of old Grimsby, but couldn't see the pantry in his display-and the damage-control sensors there seemed to have lost any ability to function. In the long, shocked silence that followed, be thought of Margot-his mind's eye saw her as she was the night they met in that same wardroom. And their only night together on Avalon. Then softness of that memory was blown away by a stunning jar as a bolt landed in the petty officers' mess directly below his feet. More Hyperscreens shattered beside him-splinters tweaked his battle suit in a dozen places. A sharp pain burned his arm. He looked down to watch a charred hole sealing itself on his right forearm. The deck bucked again as three direct hits destroyed the torpedo launcher behind him. "Sorry, Nik," he yelled to the Bear. "I did the best I could." Ursis shrugged and smiled fatalistically. "I am not troubled by impending death, Wilf Ansor," he growled. "I only regret I did not tear that hab'thall from limb to limb when I had the chance." Universe!" somebody exclaimed in a trembling voice, "why doesn't he get it over with?" Do not attempt to speed Lady Fate," Ursis laughed over the voice circuits. "She often requires time for her miracles-which we need, as the Universe knows." I can't stand any more of this!" somebody else shrieked, but her voice stopped abruptly, interrupted by a blinding light that erupted just aft of Valentin's ship. The spreading burst of raw energy sent the enemy destroyer tumbling out control like a child's toy and laid Truculent on her beam ends. Terrorized screams filled the voice circuits-many of the Imperials no longer had visual access to outside. Stunned, Brim automatically eased the destroyer back on her original orientation-just in time to watch the NF-110 hesitate in its flight for a moment, then angle off into space at top acceleration amid a whole barrage of huge flare- ups-the battlecruisers had finally arrived. It was about xaxtdamned time! Baldwin, Bill - The Helmsman Chapter 10 THE HELMSMAN BY BILL BALDWIN CHAPTER 10 Brim ultimately missed destruction of the third enemy ship (except to note a great pulsing light coming from somewhere off to starboard). Instead, he had been searching the darkness for a large object that appeared separate from the doomed starship in its moment of hesitation
before the attempted escape. Debris or possibly a cutter? Or had he imagined the whole thing? Whatever it was, it failed to register on any of his displays. Shaking his head, he reluctantly abandoned his search to watch the great Imperial battlecruisers Benwell and Oddeon heave majestically into view, their glowing disruptors returning smoothly to parked positions on their foredecks as they approached. !!!!"Incoming messages, Lieutenant," a rating yelled. I'll take 'em here," Brim ordered, reluctantly abandoning his search. Whatever escaped Valentin's doomed flagship had long since disappeared among the stars. Momentarily, a globe materialized a familiar head and shoulders on his console. Your Highness," Brim stammered. Wilf Brim, as I live and breathe," Prince Onrad drawled from the display while he stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Certainly glad you take better care of my blond cousin than you do of His Majesty's ships." He raised his eyebrows in mod disapprobation. "Poor Truculent's a proper mess." Brim felt a rush of emotion. A choked laugh of relief escaped his throat. "Couldn't help it, Your Majesty," he sputtered "They just showed me how to fly 'em at the Academy-didn't say anything about taking care of 'em." Ha, ha! Good point, Brim," Onrad laughed. "We ought to send you to teach the class, then, for I meant what I said about the proper mess you've made. It's totally proper. You've saved much more than just a conference, you know, and I am told you faced three enemy ships. I saw only one badly damaged survivor fall victim to our disruptors. So if my count is accurate, you must have destroyed two others while you were at it. Correct?" Correct, Your Highness," Brim answered, "but two were one too few. That third ship you destroyed nearly got us." Onrad grinned. "Just like you xaxtdanmed Carescrians. Always biting off more than you can chew." Then his face became serious. "I thank the Universe we arrived in time," he said slowly. "You and your crew have accomplished much important work today-more than I suspect most of you know. It will be good to see you suitably rewarded." He smiled again. "Right now, I'm going to turn you over to Admiral Penda here, but I shall expect to see in person back on Avalon as soon as it can be arranged. Good work, Brim-and share those words with your crew. Today, each of you is a hero, the fullest sense of the word." Brim's display faded, then returned with the gray visage of Star Admiral Sir Gregor Penda, Imperial Fleet-no mistaking that round face and medium beard. The man had been part of almost every important news summary for past five years-good and bad. His piercing eyes looked as if they had never admitted to a moment's doubt about anything-nor had they remained long shadowed by unanswered questions. Bold, decisive, and brave beyond all question, be was generally acknowledged to be the greatest tactician in the known Universe-as much by his enemies in the League as by Imperial colleagues. "Congratulations. Brim," he said with a pleased smile on his face. "You seem to have saved much the Empire's face as well as the conference. However, from the looks of Truculent, your medical officer would probably welcome a hand with the wounded. Am I right?" thought of the crowded nightmare in Flynn's sick bay. "I'm sure he would, Admiral," he said. Penda nodded. "We'll make diplomats wait while we do something about that," he said. The Empire needs all the crews like yours it can get-alive." He passed instructions quietly to someone out view, nodded a few times, then turned back to Brim. "I shall have Benwell
alongside in a moment, Brim. We'll stow the protocol this time and do the maneuvering on this bridge. If I'm not mistaken, your own steering gear is shot to pieces." !!!! Brim looked outside and felt the color rise in his face. Truculent was weaving all over the sky. He pulled back on the power until his course steadied. "You look surprised, Lieutenant," Penda laughed. Universe," Brim groaned, his eyes raised to the shattered overhead Hyperscreens. That's all right, Brim," the Admiral chuckled. "Judging from the hole in Truculent's bottom, I doubt if the Fleet can come up with many Helmsmen who could have done as well-old Borodov's already notified our engineers you have performed a navigational miracle." In moments, the colossal battlecruiser was carefully pulling alongside-towering over Truculent's tiny frame like a great mountain range. Brim shook his head wonder-one brush with that immense bulk would reduce his little destroyer to a wrinkled piece of hullmetal foil. Momentarily, he succumbed to a flash of galloping claustrophobia that passed rapidly when he considered that even assistant Helmsmen aboard Benwell were among finest in a whole galaxy. He grinned at himself while a brow extended from the giant hull. Far overhead, he could make out tiny figures looking down from bridge. He stood and saluted. They all returned his gesture. It was one of the proudest moments of his life. The TRANSpool skimmer drew to a halt in a cloud of swirling ice particles-which quickly dispersed Gimmas Haefdon's everlasting wind. "Thanks," Brim said, stepping into ankle- deep snow despite recent efforts by one of the base's ubiquitous (and largely unsuccessful) pavement scrubbers. Early evening chill raw on his face as he scanned the bleak inland repair yard. He'd got only a fleeting impression of it in the darkness the previous night after a frightful landing between the two deep-space tugs that towed Truculent home. Now, after a desperately needed rest, he had returned to sign Collingswood's destroyer over to the ship salvagers. Salvage berth 189-E itself was a typical clutter of weather-beaten buildings in faded gray, heavy machinery, rusting wave guides, wheels snow-covered cable-all surrounded by requisite forest of ever-moving shipyard cranes. And what remained of Truculent hovered inertly on an oversized gravity pool, swaying uncertainly in the veering wind, centered on tangle of mooring beams rigged indifferent salvage-yard laborers. A rusty, oversized brow squeaked and rasped on unkempt bearings as she moved. Want me to wait, Lieutenant?" driver probed gently behind. guessed the woman had a lot of experience with people like himself. Ships could work their way into a person's soul. And when they were... 'Thanks, but this may take awhile," he lied, turning back to the skimmer. "I'll call for another ride when I'm finished." In truth, little more remained for him to accomplish at all so far as Truculent was concerned. A cycle or two at most, then she was no longer part of his life-except for memories. driver nodded. She understood. "There's COMM gear in shack with the metal roof over there," she said, pointing off across the pool. Then she saluted (almost as if she meant it)
and drove off into the snowy evening silence, her navigation lights persisting like ruby wraiths in the darkening grayness. !!!!Brim pulled the Fleet Cloak closer around his neck and shivered as he turned once more toward the ship. When he'd viewed her from one of the tugs on the way home, she hadn't seemed quite so-damaged. Not out in space where she was meant to be. But here in the waning moments of a dreary Gimmas day, she was dreadfully transformed. Power chambers extinguished, her whole structure had cooled. Ice and snow dulled even the Hyperscreens over her buckled and warped bridge (or, rather, what remained of those Hyperscreens). Her decks were everywhere mottled by the bright blue of temporary pressure patches, and unsightly braids of thick multicolored cables ran through holes punched in her hull from ugly machines blinking evilly on the periphery of the pool. She'd been despoiled of most everything that could be removed before the long tow home even began-including the workable disruptors. Now, during his absence, they'd taken even her one remaining launch. Except for a great throng of memories, the stout little ship had become a lifeless, stripped hulk. With a deep breath (one he would never admit was a sigh), Brim started grimly for the brow, his boots squeaking in the powdery snow. Around him, the first lights began to sparkle on the cranes like bright stars in rapidly moving constellations. Others winked on here and there in windows the sheds and control shelters. But he could sense no warmth in any of them. The whole salvage complex-all of it-reeked somehow with the stench of death. The wind seemed harsher and colder on Truculent's empty decks. Brim's ears caught the distant, crackling thunder of a lifting starship, and he suddenly found it difficult to face the ruin around him. He shivered again as he carefully picked his way across the icy, buckled hullmetal a temporary shelter they'd rigged as a main boarding hatchway. The cover itself was unsealed; he fought it open against the wind and stepped on the empty darkness beyond, stomping snow from his boots grating. Maldive's station was long gone-as was poor Maldive herself. With so many of the others, they'd given her remains a Blue Cape's traditional sendoff into Universal emptiness. Her entry desk-along with Truculent's ornate sign-in register-had been reduced to subatomics in Valentin's last orgy of destruction. ship's interior even smelled empty-a damp staleness assaulted his nostrils, redolent of a faint but pervading scent of-he wrinkled his nose-death. No amount of scrubbing could ever rid this hull of the blood that had dried every crack and seam. Switching on his torch, he closed the hatch started forward along companionway, boots echoing hollowly in the empty stillness. He had gone only a few steps before beam reflected from a spot of brightness on a blackened, wrinkled bulkhead. Frowning, be stopped, aimed the torch: "I. F. S. TRUCULENT JOB 21358 ELEANDOR BESTIENNE YARD 228/51988." The metal plate still shone as if it bad been polished within last day-which on closer inspection he knew it had. By force habit, he brushed a few strokes with his own sleeve, Someone in the skeleton crew had been polishing regularly all the way home. smiled thoughtfully. Who? It could have been any them; they all loved the ship one way or another: Nik, Borodov, Barbousse, the handful of starmen. Except himself. He'd too heartsick to wander far from the bridge. Farther along, paused by the entrance to the wardroom- it was now only a rough blue patch in the bulkhead, shaped dike a hatch. Not enough of the riddled walls beyond remained to permit shoring-up operations, so they'd sealed whole area off instead. Everyone took the easiest way out of solving problems in space-starship repairs were a whole lot easier in controlled environment of a gravity pool. And in spite of his gloom, Brim found himself
chuckling about Grimsby. The ancient steward had been sealed inside his pantry by an early bit-where he'd safely spent the remainder of the battle asleep. They'd found him calm and rested the morning after the fight. Grimsby was a survivor. !!!!Up the ladders past the ruin that was once Collingswood's cabin, he ended his climb in the twisted wreckage they still (almost jokingly) called a bridge. Now even the last of the consoles were dark-those that remained on the wrinkled deck plates. Most of the duty stations had been removed previously-either by Valentin's disruptors or parts-desperate scavengers from nearby Imperial blockade ships that swarmed to the battle site even before it was judged DD T.83 should be towed home for salvage. Brim walked slowly to the right-band Helmsman's station-a most valuable console, it remained only because it was necessary for landfall operations. He turned his torch on full power, then melted frost covering the cracked Hyperscreens before him. Outside, it was quite dark now, but snow had stopped and the air was clear. Round patches of light gleamed dully under the repair yard's ubiquitous Karlsson lamps. As he stared out into the night, he could just see the blackened circle where A turret was once mounted. It reminded him of Fourier, herself blasted from existence like most of her beloved guns. In death, she traveled near Maldive somewhere, forever headed out into the Universe toward peace-if indeed such existed anywhere. Beside him, Theada's console had been removed and was certainly serving even now in as many as a dozen needy ships, salvaged like the young Helmsman himself. It would be a long time before he sufficiently healed for a permanent return to duty. But he had survived-thanks largely to Admiral Penda's quick action moving wounded crew members from the overcrowded charnel house in Flynn's sick bay to giant and superbly equipped hospital aboard Benwell. He sat in the recliner to wait for the manager of the salvage team, remembering that only metacycles previously, he had used every bit of his skill-and a little more-fighting these same controls to a standoff as the two space tugs eased Trucident's almost helpless hulk down from a, temporary parking orbit. He shook his head in wonder. The transition from roaring, flaming reentry chaos to the stony silence that now enfolded the bridge was nearly unbelievable. sat, he wondered what Lady Fate had store for him. Clearly, Truculent would never need a Helmsman again. His own message queue at base officers' quarters mentioned only that orders would be forthcoming-not when. He would hear something after the ceremonies tomorrow, he assumed, then shook his head. Somehow, he had been dreading that honor ever since Prince Onrad's message informing him Truculent's heroes would be decorated at home on Gimmas Haefdon rather than on Avalon. It made sense, the way Prince put it-Avalon did appear to have quite enough in way of ceremonies. The celebration would do a lot more good at the bleak outpost, where it would not be lost among the glitter of a hundred important functions. smiled to himself in the darkness. He found he didn't really care at the moment-only that something new in the wind. That was enough. For the present, was glad enough to have the almost unbelievable luxury of a few metacycles to waste on himself. It would have been nice, he considered, Margot been... Then squeezed his eyes shut, forcing all thoughts about her from mind. With her permanent reassignment to Avalon, it was clear she had already made a decision denying him any more her life. And he'd accepted pragmatically. There was, after all, a yawning gulf between the future queen of a large star cluster and Helmsman lieutenant not seven years from the Carescrian ore mines. He nodded to himself as he had so often done in past few months. An unbridgeable gulf. Outside, lights of a skimmer caught his eye as it churned along the main highway, then
slowed and swung through the gate, drawing to a stop before Truculent's salvage berth. Brim watched its single passenger disembark and make his way toward the brow. A nearby Karlsson lamp revealed him to be none other than Bosporus P. Gallsworthy himself. Gallsworthy? He'd already been promoted to Lieutenant Commander and reassigned to important Admiralty duty on Avalon. And the man certainly couldn't plan a long visit-he was scheduled to depart on the Robur Enterprise, which left for the capital in no more than two metacycles. !!!!Presently, footfalls sounded on the ladder to the chart room, then the senior Helmsman strode into the bridge. "Thought I'd find you here, Brim," he said with a chuckle. "Sentimental dunces like you always fall in love with the xaxtdamned-fool ships they fly." Brim got to his feet and shrugged good-naturedly. "Guess I can't help what I am, Commander," he said. Gallsworthy almost smiled. "I guess you're doing all right, Brim;" he allowed. But I lie a lot, too. So you'll never be sure." "I see, sir," Brim mumbled as he fought his own smile to a standstill. Coming from Gallsworthy, those words were high praise indeed. The man shrugged. I didn't come here to pass compliments, smart alec," he growled. "Seems I'm doomed to be Collingswood's messenger boy until I actually board the xaxtdamned ship for Avalon." He laughed a little and looked Brim in the eye. "Somehow, for the Captain, I never seem mind." He frowned. "Don't exactly know why." kept what he hoped was an impassive face. He could make a good guess why. At any rate, Regula's all tied up today with important business-which, by the way, involves you, punk-so she sent me to find you and tell you what she's done before you get the news as an official surprise." He actually did grin at this juncture. "I doubt if you'll have many objections." By this time, Brim's curiosity was just about to go nonlinear. He nodded and steeled himself. One couldn't hurry Gallsworthy. The man simply had a hard time with words. Tomorrow," he continued at length, "after the ceremonies, you'll receive orders for your next ship. She's I.F.S. Defiant, a brand-new light cruiser fitting out right now at Eleandor Bestienne." He stopped for a moment and frowned. "It's where old Truculent was launched,"' he said in an almost choked voice. Xaxtdamned rustbucket anyway. Always needed trim on the starboard helm." laughed to himself. Perhaps he wasn't the only one who ever loved a starship. !!!!"Defiant's first in a new subclass of very light, high-speed cruisers," Gallsworthy continued after a moment. "Something else indeed. More'n half again length of old Truculent here, nearly triple the crew-with the same top speed. Serious xaxtdamned warships. Built on the same principle as battlecruisers, only a lot smaller-they'll use 'em for leading convoy defenses. Typical combat group has three of 'em with four or five destroyers. Damned near maneuverable as those Leaguer NE-110s you went up against, but armed with nine big 152s and a whole raft of smaller stuff. And they've got propulsion that'll knock Ursis' eyes out." Nik, sir?" interrupted in spite of himself. "He's assigned, too?" Yeah," Gallsworthy said. "Collingswood's asked for him, too. Old Borodov's heading for Admiralty like me." Captain Collingswood? She's commanding Defiant?" Of course, Collingswood's commanding. Who else would bid for the likes of you two her crew? Especially in senior positions.
!!!! Brim shook his head. "In what positions, Commander?" he asked dizzily. "Senior," Gallsworthy reiterated. "I don't know why, either. She must see something in you two young pups I've never seen. Xaxt, she's busy right now pulling the right strings to set that up. It's why she's not here telling you this herself." Universe..." Yeah. My words exactly." Who else is coming over to the new ship from Truculent?" Brim asked. Not many," Gallsworthy answered. "Course, there aren't a lot of you alive after that last action, either. Aside from ol' Grimsby, Flynn and Barbousse are the only others I know of." He frowned. "Actually, I think Regula said she was bringing Barbousse along to keep you and that damned fancy Bear friend of yours out of trouble." He chuckled. "Barbousse. Now there's a real Blue Cape, by Voot." Yes, sir," Brim said. He had no arguments about that.... Only cycles following Gallsworthy's departure, Brim met the salvage crew on Truculent's starboard deck just inboard of the brow (as required by some ancient and obscure Fleet protocol), then placed his mark with a logic scriber in the prescribed half dozen places on a tabulator board. "For the Captain." Then he was through. After that, he picked his way quickly over brow and around the gravity pool to the shed with the metal roof. Waiting for the TRANSpoo1 skimmer to arrive, Brim found he could not bring himself to look back at the ship. It was as if he had just deserted a longtime friend in the middle of adversity-something Carescrians simply did not do. Mutual assistance was fundamental to survival itself in the grinding poverty of that far-off mining district, and Brim's sense guilt in breaking this basic life tenet was almost overwhelming. stood with his back to the littered and stared out into darkness, trying to concentrate on the future-not the past. Somehow, he wasn't very successful at all. He traveled all the way back to the officers' quarters in near silence, then made his way directly to the Great Central Wardroom in the main building. He determined he would need am awful lot of meem to wipe the last few metacycles from his memory. An early start was not only advisable, it appeared to be a necessity. quickly found his need for drowning memories was not in slightest unique. Ursis and Borodov had preceded him to darkened, music-filled Great Wardroom by at least a metacycle. They were already well into a workable cure, each puffing his inevitable Zempa pipe and helping fill the room with rich odor bogge'poa. Aha, friend Wilf Ansorevich," Borodov slurred a melancholy voice, raising his empty glass upside down. "At least you have finished with thankless task." As always, two young (Brim assumed) attractive females fawned at either side of the elderly Bear. Somewhat less than soberly, they also raised their empty glasses to the Carescrian. Come, tonight we will drink manyeh, manyeh toasts to old Truculent, eh?" Ursis said,
stumbling to his feet, "Devil take damned Valentin! Voof!" He handed Brim a large, ornate goblet and indicated an enormous collection of Logish and Sodeskayan meem bottles on an adjacent table-most of which were still relatively full. !!!!As evening progressed into night, these vessels were duly emptied-and just as duly replaced by the quiet, efficient staff of the Great Wardroom. Brim's melancholy eventually gave way to fuzziness during endless Sodeskayan aphorisms and declamations on the memory of DD T.83. Each was punctuated by a toast in the Sodeskayan manner by first draining a freshly filled goblet, then reverently reciting the age-old Sodeskayan litany, "To ice, to snow, to Sodeskaya we go!" "Bears can always dance with little storm maidens, but who can escape the wolf's golden fangs?" Borodov growled. "Voot take it!" To ice, to snow, to Sodeskaya we go!" Is no great triumph watchink mountain winds freeze lakes," one of the females said as she rose unsteadily to her feet and smoothed her skirt. "Except those havink much to do wyith zest of life." The Bears nodded their heads wisely as she sat. Yes. Is fact!" She speaks truth in that." Yes....To the zest of life, and to Truculent! Mayeh her atoms continue aboard other heroic ships-in tradyition set byeh original crew!" Truculent. Mayeb this salvage brink disaster to Nergol Triannic!" Long mayeh her atoms sail the stars!" Conflict loves the great warmink breasts the Mother Planets," Ursis slurred emotionally. True," Brim said absently from his chair as he mopped spilled meem from the leg of his trousers. Yes...yes...conflict," the Bears shouted. the atoms of old Truculent! Mayeh theyeh sail the stars forever!" Shortly after the change last watch, the Great Wardroom began to empty, but Truculent's wake continued unabated. Brim was by now feeling little residual mental pain, but something still bothered him-and it had everything to do with the ship. He tried to concentrate more on the toasts. Frozen logs, like Holyeh Grayeb Rocks of Nodd, are truelyeh not stuff of scyience!" This latter nearly brought the Bears from their seats as they doubled up laughing. Truculent! Never forget!" Brim's mind had begun to drift by now on a pleasant, muzzy lake meem. Were the Bearish aphorisms actually beginning to make sense? Was that Captain Collingswood entering the Great Wardroom on arm of a rather ordinary-looking Blue Cape? Collingswood! Brim struggled to put himself together as couple approached. The Captain was now in the lead as they threaded their way among the tables. Her escort wore a triple insignia his collar. Brim counted its parts carefully. One thick and two thin rhomboids. He counted them again as two reached table. A vice admiral. Somehow, he was not surprised. Ah, Captain Collingswood!" Borodov remarked jovially, his speech suddenly without
accent. "Our evening will be complete only if you and Sir Pluton will join us for an early morning libation." He bowed. "May I present two of our moat beautiful Sodeskayan intelligence officers, just arrived from the Mother Planets: Spa'rzha Cherdak and Ptitsa Pro'tif." !!!!The two young Bears giggled and curtsied. "You won't have to remember our names if you'll stay," they laughed. "Please," Ursis said as he rose, his voice also without accent. "We shall consider ourselves doubly honored." Brim smiled. "Yes, please," he echoed from atop two wobbly legs. He knew he was in no shape to utter anything more complex. Collingswood turned to the Vice Admiral, who now stood by her side. "I should love to join these people, Erat," she said, looking into his eyes. And so should I," the Admiral said. "Spa'rzha, Ptitsa, I am most honored to make your acquaintance." He chuckled. "We Imperials can use all the intelligence we can locate." He was short and thin with bushy brows, gray hair, and a fleshy nose. He was also clearly involved with Collingswood in a relationship that had little to do with the Root. His deep-set eyes fairly shouted how he felt about her. My friends," Borodov said, "we are, this morning, in the company of Vice Admiral Sir Erat Pluton, Commander of the Fourth Battle Squadron." He began to introduce the other members of the party. I'm going over here for a moment," Collingswood called to the Admiral. "I should like a few words with Lieutenant Brim while I have the opportunity." Pluton smiled. "I don't think I shall be jealous," he said to Brim with a wink. nodded and held up his hands. "N-No contest, Admiral," he said, then moved a chair from a nearby table beside his, holding it for Collingswood while she sat. Good m-morning, Captain," he said, returning clumsily to his own chair. He was very much aware his words weren't coming out as well as they should. Bears, he concluded with no little envy, had an unbelievable tolerance for meem. smiled. "Relax, Wilf," she said quietly-the others had suddenly been drawn into vigorous conversation with Admiral Pluton. "I have been far more intoxicated than you on occasion-for the very same reasons." felt his brow knit, but he kept his silence. I shan't preach long," she said, pouring herself an admirable dollop of the best Logish meem (a woman with clearly patrician tastes). I have other matters to occupy mind tonight besides Truculent. But then, old DD T.83 was not my first ship, as she was yours." She fastened her eyes on his. It may not help much at the present, but you should know that you did a superb job in that last battle. Remember that. You may have had your first ship blown out under you, but you accomplished your objective admirably-against astronomical odds." She smiled and raised her eyebrows. "The three-to-one ship ratio you faced was impossibility in the first place. Add to this the fact that you were also up against one of the League's most promising, most highly decorated, and probably most clever young Fleet commanders. The whole episode says much for your ability-as well as your accomplishments. You did win, you know." Except," Brim interrupted; th-think Valentin got away in one of the xaxtdamned launches, beggin' the Captain's pardon." "I thought you'd notice that," she laughed. "I did, too. Truculent's Chairman was broadcasting the whole thing to me real time in Tandor-Ra. The Admiralty
would love to believe they're rid of the likes of that hab'thall. But I think not. I talked to Erat about it-he feels the bloody criminal got away, too. Evidently, the League trains its officers to desert if a ship appears doomed. They do it a lot, you know. And don't think it would have been a good bargain risking all those lives in Flynn's sick bay against the capture of a few worthless Leaguers. Do you?" !!!!Brim bit his lip. "Thanks, Captain," he said. "But a lot of them died anyway. As you well know." Collingswood reached and took his hand. "Lots of people die in wars," she said quietly. "It seems that's mostly what they're all about." She smiled. "You almost died yourself- on your first mission. A matter of pure chance, I think. You did the best you could-that's all any of us can ask. Living or dead." could only stare into her brown eyes as she spoke. "And so far as Truculent herself is concerned. . . certainly 1 loved her. I've loved all my ships." She looked him in the eye. "But never forget, Wilf Brim, she was only a ship. Hull- metal, rivets, crystals, and a couple of oversized antigravs. No life there. No personality. Only what we lent to her while we were aboard. And we took it with us over the brow when we left- never forget that?" She narrowed her eyes. "Yes," she ruminated an uncharacteristically hard tone of voice, "we all feel bad old Truculent's gone to the breakers. But we'll take her personality along with us to Defiant-you, me, Ursis, Flynn, Barbousse, even crazy old Grimsby. And Truculent will never die. Just as they'll salvage her parts, we'll salvage her soul." shook his head. The talk had finally uncovered his sore spot. "Except I was the one making decisions when they all died, Captain," he said with renewed gloom. He could hear the others at the table discussing comparative Drive systems with great animation. Admiral Pluton was also a person of far-flung knowledge. Finally," Collingswood said triumphantly. "I believe we're finally at heart of the matter." raised an eyebrow. "The heart, Captain?" smiled. "The heart, Wilf," she repeated. "If you accept command responsibility, you also accept costs. It goes with the territory. In the most crass terms, it has to do with resources and the fact that nothing is free-simple thermodynamics. As commander, your resources are ships and lives-including your own. You put what you are willing to gamble on the line, then play toward some goal as best you can. At the end, you have either won that goal or lost-always at some cost of resources. It's as simple as that. If you win, you measure relative success by comparing your actual cost against value gained." Brim's mind was beginning to function again a little. I guess my goal was..." Your goal-which you instinctively knew without any orders from me-was to prevent further attack on Tandor-Ra. At least until Penda and the battlecruiscrs arrived." She looked him in eye. "Did you do that, Wilf Brim?' she asked. pursed his lips. "I did that, Captain," he sad-little proudly, in spite of himself. You're absolutely right you did," Collingswood said. And don't you ever forget it." But the price," Brim said, wincing at the thought. "Universe..." That part belongs to me this time," Collingswood answered. "Because, in effect, I ordered out there on an impossible mission. 1 set price I was willing to pay not you, Wilf Brim." smiled. "Of course," she said, "I didn't expect to pay the whole wager when I put in charge. And I didn't." shake his head.
!!!!"Oh, don't try to talk, Wilf," Collingswood said. "Simply think about what I have said. Objective and price-those are the touchstones. When you work them out for Truculent's last mission, you'll find you accomplished my objective at a bargain. You not only saved a city- with all the lives that involves-but a treaty, too. And there's no telling how many lives that treaty will eventually save." She laughed and sipped her meem. "Then," she said, "there's the matter of the enemy ships. Your score stands at one ship for two-actually one for three, since the last one would probably have gotten away had you not disabled him before Benwell arrived at the scene. Not a bad score in anybody's book, I should think. How do you really feel about that battle, Wilf Brim?" Well..." Collingswood laughed: "Wilf," she said, "I think I have made my point. If you continue to let this Truculent thing bother you, then it is clearly your own doing." She turned her head toward Admiral Pluton. "I, on the other hand, have urgent matters on my mind, so if you will excuse me, Lieutenant, we shall see each other next your decoration ceremonies tomorrow." Aye, Captain," Brim said. "And I th-thank you for including me in Defiant's crew." smiled warmly and shrugged. "If still want to sign on with me, after what I have put you through," she said, "I am quite gratified to have you aboard." Shortly afterthat, Collingswoad and her admiral took leave of the Sodesknyan table amid wishes for safety, prosperity, and long life from each to all. Not much later, Borodov also rose, stretching his arms sleepily. "Is an early metacycle elderly Bears," he said, glancing at his timepiece. "I think I shall turn in now. Tomorrow promises long metacycles of wakefulness-for accompany the Prince back to Avalon." He looked Brim and grimaced in mock anticipation. "Even Bears are sometimes afflicted with hangovers, Lieutenant," he said. Then he disappeared Pro'tif on his arm. After a final goblet of meem, Ursis accompanied Brim to his room. "Since started on Sodeskayan meem," the Bear explained, "this Sodeskayan has the responsibility to insure you find the way to your room, eh?" Brim shrugged. Were the truth known, he felt a little woozy on his feet-besides, the Bear's room was nearby, and he felt his own responsibility toward friend. In the end, they assisted each other-with added help from Cherdak, who also professed responsibility for making sure Ursis arrived at his room safely. The Carescrian decided he wouldn't ask any questions about that. The threesome decided (after much serious discussion in committee) to take a shortcut through spacious courtyard. The night was still clear-miraculously so for Gimmas Haefdon. Brim scanned the stars as they walked. Suddenly, Ursis and Cherdak picked up their ears. Big comink, Nik," Cherdak said, turning her gaze toward the ocean. Indeed," Ursis said presently. "Listen, Wilf Ansor-you should be able hear it any moment. Sounds like battleship." listened, peering sightlessly at the sky and concentrating on sounds from the night. There. A low rumble-felt more as vibration than heard-growing stronger by the tick. Soon it was shaking the pavement beneath their feet. All three looked up at the same time to watch a whole flotilla of destroyers blaze through the cold air. This was followed immediately by a monstrous collection of lights and flashing beacons that glided rapidly overhead with the cascading thunder of a thousand lesser starships. And even the relative darkness, there was no mistaking those majestic lines: Queen Elidean herself, first of the five greatest battleships ever constructed (she alone had tear-shaped shelters at the tips of her bridge wings). Then the great vessel passed behind the roofline of officers' quarters.
!!!! Ursis laughed as the tumult began to ease and they continued across the courtyard. "Your Crown Prince Onrad travels in style, if I may say so." Brim saluted his friend. "If it turns out that you may not say so," he pronounced in mock seriousness, "then I shall take upon myself to say it for you." He rubbed his chin and shrugged as if he had suddenly reached a difficult decision. "In point of fact, I have recently divined that such mode of travel is probably even more comfortable than the average Carescrian ore barge. Now what do you think of that, Sodeskayan?" "Deep thinking, Brim," the Bear replied, nearly tripping on a raised paving tile. "Deep thinking indeed." Cherdak smiled and got a better grip on her countryman. The two Sodeskayans delivered Brim to his door only cycles after they stumbled out of the sixth-floor lift. The Carescrian never was able to remember getting himself into bed-nor neatly hanging his uniform in the wardrobe. came muzzily awake before his alarm chimed him out of bed. He didn't bother to open his eyes-clearly he was not finished sleeping, and his thoughts were still muddled from the night before. Besides, he was still glowing from an erotic dream to end all erotic dreams. About Margot, of course, and oddly enough (now that he thought about it) set right here in the room he occupied. He sighed-the xaxtdamned thing was so real, it might really have happened. His mind's eye could still see her mounted astride him, eyes glazed, red-flushed face twisted into a ravishing mask of effort and delight while pelvis moved urgently backward and forward, scraping groin with her coarse, wet gold. Their coupling was even better than he remembered from Avalon, as if the Universe were atoning for time they'd spent apart. If that made any sense at all. If anything in that sort of dream had to make sense. As he recalled, she'd arrived in the dream out of nowhere-awakening him as she climbed into bed, her clothes folded neatly on a chair by the door. He smiled as lay in the lonely darkness. Even dreaming, he'd been too affected by powerful Sodeskayan meen to take much advantage of the situation. Except, of course...But that had been totally automatic. She'd giggled happily when she discovered his condition, and placed her lips beside his ear while blond curls tickled his nose. "That's wonderful, Wilf," she'd whispered. "You've come through splendidly. I shall now take care of all the rest." It was the most beautiful dream of his entire life. sighed again shifted to more comfortable position-where he suddenly encountered a warm, smooth curve that had absolutely nothing to do with an empty bed. felt himself go rigid. Heart suddenly thundering in his ears, he moved his hand along the softness. And was awake this time, all right. The curve very, very real. He carefully opened his eyes to a mass of golden curls on the pillow beside him. M-m-mm, Wilf," she said sleepily. "Ready for more?"
!!!! "S-Sweet, thraggling Universe," he mumbled. It was all he could manage before she rolled toward him, threw her leg over his hip, and smothered his mouth with her wet-crazy wet-lips. A long time passed before either of them said anything sensible at all. How in the name of Voot himself," Brim asked as dim morning light glowed through the window, "can you sit here naked in bed with me and say you are going to marry him? I mean, how?' Margot smiled impishly, resting her back against a pillow. "Watch my lips," she said. "I... am... going. . . to..." Universe!" Oh, Wilf, for crying out loud-which you are going to make me do before long-I don't love him. You certainly must know that, by now. I'm just going to marry him. That's all." That's all? Universe, Margot. I mean..." I know what you mean, Wilf," she said. "And even if my life isn't own to live as 1 choose, I don't intend to give you up. My wedding to Rogan LaKarn won't produce a marriage- a partnership is more like it. He doesn't want me. He's got somebody else, too, you know. A couple of somebody elses, in fact." Well, that's not my case, Margot," Brim replied. "You know I want you-I've just never wanted to own you. Or anybody else, for that matter." He looked her in the eye. "But I xaxtdamned well want to make sure nobody else gets to make that claim, either." understand," she said, nodding her head. "Universe knows feel the same way about you." good," he answered, "because there is something else." He was talking very seriously now. He'd given the matter months of thought on blockade duty and was quite ready to discuss it in a Universe of detail. "What I need-all I need," he went on emphatically, "is to know that I'm the one special person in your life-permanently. I need that relationship- because I need you." She looked him in the eye. "You have already, Wilf," she said. "It's one of the few parts of my life they can't control with the excuse that royal duty calls for it." Then she took a great breath and put her hands on her stomach, staring down into her lap. "But will you still believe in that relationship when this belly mine is swollen with his child?" She looked up and pursed her lips. "That, Mr. Brim will be the true test for us both. And it will happen. They'll expect heirs immediately after the war." Brim closed his eyes and winced. "Heirs," he repeated, emphasizing the plural form of word. "Ouch." You didn't think it was going to be easy for either of us, did you?" Margot asked. "Listen, Wilf, in the not too distant future, I'm going to have to encourage you to find yourself some...ah...temporary sleeping companions. Either that or you'll end up like a celibate lots of the time. And it's my bet that if I ask for something like that, I'll eventually lose what little I have of you."
!!!!Brim started to protest, but she continued before he could speak. "This love we think we share will have to be so terribly strong it can fast through quite a bit of adversity, especially now that I'm permanently reassigned to Avalon. Just trying to see each other is going to be xaxtdamned difficult. It was no easy matter getting a berth aboard Queen Elidean so I could be here for your ceremony today. And I am required to return with her when she casts off early this evening." She laughed resentfully. "After my little spying sojourn to Typro, Uncle Greyffin IV is doing everything in his power to keep me safely within the Imperial sphere on Avalon. At least until I produce that heir." nodded and smiled gently. "1 guess we'll spend a lot of our lives skulking, then," he said. She sighed and took his hand. "I should dearly like to find some nicer words, Wilf," she said, looking down at her manicured nails. "But I suppose it is precisely what everything boils down to. Turns out it's commonly accepted practice among us of the so-called ancienne noblesse, if that's any help. Otherwise, we'd have royal marriages falling apart all over the Empire. Can you live with something like that?" Can you, Margot?" I asked you first, Wilf Brim," she quietly. "But, yes. I can live with it." She looked him full in the face. "I've spent a lot of time weighing the question of 'us'-and now I'm ready to commit." She grimaced. "I can't find a nice war of putting this, but it's got to be said. Rogan and I have been together-that way-a number of times since you and I first made love on Avalon. And never once has it changed the way feel about you. Not even when it was especially good." She pursed her lips and squeezed his fingers. "Life is going to be damned difficult over the long stretches we'll be apart. But the most difficult times of all will come we do see each other and cannot touch." nodded. That made abundant sense. "How long before the wedding?" he asked. took a deep breath and frowned. "Sometime during the summer season in Avalon," she "I shall have to set the actual date soon after I return." And until wedding?" Brim asked. Until the wedding-and after the wedding-we'll skulk, Wilf Brim, just as we're skulking now. Whenever we can be together." She smiled (and frowned). "The mote we practice, the better we'll be-at skulking as well as other, more interesting activities. Starting right now." Her eyebrows raised and she smiled salaciously. It's still more than two metacycles before Cousin Onrad presents your decorations, and I need you. 'Like a king fulfill then my life!/Fill my unsatiated soul/ With all the bliss of paradise!"' !!!! Miraculously, the morning continued to hold fair-though telltale cloud formations promised an expeditious return to more conventional meteorological fulsomeness not too many metacycles hence. The dying world had almost become placid by time Brim stood at attention in dim midday light. Behind Headquarters Plaza, flags rustled crisply the chill
breeze From the corners of his eyes, he could see ranks of Blue Capes lined on either side as far as they'd cleared the melting snow-representatives from the hundreds of organizations comprising Gimmas Haefdon. He smiled to himself. Margot was among them somewhere, watching, sharing the moment with him, as were Borodov and Ursis. The two Sodeskayans stood to his right, with Borodov in a center position as befit his great seniority. Nearby, a single rank of ratings-including Barbousse-waited for their own decorations. !!!! Distant thunder from a lifting warship momentarily drummed his ears, then faded into the yellow-gray sky. Someone in the formation sneezed. Another coughed. He smelled the nearby sea it tossed itself to vapor on the jetties and boulder-protected causeways. At last, the main doorways to headquarters were thrown wide by white-gloved Imperial Marines. They moved in perfect unison-a professional honor guard, if Brim had ever spotted one. He wondered idly how the beautifully attired escorts would face up to a day's terror on blockade duty. Presently, a military band yerked out one of the brassy war marches from nearby Glamnos Grathen, then Crown Prince Onrad emerged from the building. He was followed by a number of high- ranking naval officers, including (Gimmas Haefdon's commander, (the Hon.) Rear Admiral Dianna C' J' Herrish, Vice Admiral Eug'enie Drei'ffen, commander of the Sixth Battle Squadron, Star Admiral Sir Gregor Pendi, Admiral of the Imperial Fleet, and First Star Lord Beorn Wyrood! Brim was stunned. He had trouble even imagining such an assemblage, much less seeing one-especially walking toward him. For a moment, his knees felt more than a little weak. Then the feeling passed in a wave of relief. These sage visitors from the Admiralty had little interest any of the Truculents as persons. Rather, they were using the little ceremony to personally address the commoners of the Fleet. He took a deep breath, then smiled inwardly. If admirals really had that sort of need, then Wilf Brim was glad for an opportunity to assist-after all, they'd brought him a long way from Carescrian ore mines. Mercifully, none of the senior Fleet officials had many thoughts to inflict the gathered hoi polloi. Brim listened their words echoing hollowly from military voice amplifiers. He even concentrated-and appreciated praise he heard for men and Bears. He was especially gratified to hear Lord Wyrood state that, "Carescrian Wilf Brim" had done much to prove his Admiralty Reform Act (and that a number of new Helmsman Academy slots would be opened honor of his accomplishments). But when he attempted to probe below the glossy surface of their flawlessly delivered words, he encountered the same lack of basic understanding that characterized the absentee owners and controllers of the mine operations in which he'd once toiled. No matter who you were, it seemed, once you reached-or passed-a certain level of command, you eventually lost contact with reality the work being done-mining, fighting, either one. Herrish, Drei'ffen, Penda, even Wyrood spoke in vainglorious terms of "glory," "bravery," "heroism," and the like. Brim wondered if any had ever lived on a blockade line-where the most common terms were more like "terror," "desperation," and "death." He wasn't sure if
anybody aboard old Truculent ever did have time for heroism. He was xaxtdamned well sure he hadn't himself. !!!!Then he relented-a little. Unlike the mine controllers, it actually seemed as if these officers wanted to say something worthwhile. In their own manner, they cared-partly to save their own skins, of course. But nevertheless, he felt they did care. And at least for now, it was enough. Laurels were awarded after the speeches (Were they afraid to lose their audience otherwise?). The admirals stood in a line facing the Blue Capes, Prince Onrad in the center. On one side, Admiral Penda dispensed medals; on the other, Lord Wyrood called out names from a tabulator board. "Utrillo Barbousse, torpedoman," Wyrood boomed. Brim watched the big rating stride impassively to a point directly in front of the Prince and salute as if such an encounter had been a daily occurrence for years. Gallsworthy's words suddenly echoed from Truculent's ruined bridge. "Now there's a real Blue Cape." Each medal accompanied a short, personal conversation with the Prince that invariably sent the recipients back to their positions on the plaza with outright smiles breaking through their carefully nurtured military sangfroid. Brim was so thoroughly mesmerized by proceedings that when the next called was "Ursis," he found himself almost unprepared to follow! He watched with heightened sense of concentration while Onrad spent an even longer time in conversation with the younger Sodeskayan-until the Bear's words suddenly broke everyone within earshot into gales of very genuine-looking laughter. Wiping his eyes, the Prince clapped Ursis' shoulder and said something with a great smile beaming on his face. Then he turned to Penda, took the proffered decoration, and pinned it to Ursis' collar. They saluted. A smiling Nikolai Yanuarievich Ursis returned to his position on the other side of Borodov, and the name "Wilf Ansor Brim" boomed hollowly from the loudspeakers. Ears roaring suddenly in a nonsensical attack of pure stage fright, Brim felt himself moving across the pavement. Mentally, he jerked himself around as he walked. There was nothing different between this and his first meeting with Prince back on Avalon. He snorted quietly as his mind came back under control, he stopped the prescribed three paces from the line of nobles, saluting energetically. "Well, Lieutenant Brim," Onrad remarked with a distinctly pleased expression. "You seem to be turning up in my life with some regularity these days." His eyes strayed past Brim's shoulder to wink at someone in the formation of Blue Capes. He laughed. "That pile of blond curls atop my cousin yonder seems to turn up often in the same places." He shook his head. Coincidence, of course," he said. Of course, Your Highness," Brim assured him. Onrad stood in silence for long moments, considering. Finally, he shook his head. "You know, Wilf," he said in an underbreath, "aside from my own considerable masculine jealousy, I think she's made a damned fine choice." He chuckled quietly. "As if what 1 think means anything the independent likes of her!" Then he became serious. "Unless I miss my guess- which I don't all that often-you have just accepted hard road with her." took Brim's elbow. It's a damned important road, and it requires one very strong man to follow it." He pursed his lips. "Of course, it's none of my business-I simply have a habit of butting in where I shouldn't. Take good care of her, Wilf. Someday, she'll probably be the most powerful woman in the galaxy, and then she'll need love-real love-from someone who doesn't have an ax to grind." He winked. "But then, I couldn't know anything about you two." He smiled. "Coincidence she's come all this way, of course." bowed. Coincidence, of course, Your Majesty," Brim said with a straight face.
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"Good for you, Wilf," the Prince said with a smile. "You will do well." Then, once again, he became serious. "And I did come here to present you with a reasonably significant decoration. Although it is probably only the first (and the least) of a whole series of medals I shall pin to your cape over the next period of years-if we survive." he turned to Penda. "The Imperial Comet, if you please, Admiral," he ordered. Brim felt his heart skip a beat-actually questioned his ears. That medal was only given... Onrad laughed. "I caught the look in your eye just then, Wilf" he said. "And though it was Regula Collingswood who put you in for it, I was damned proud sign my name beside hers. You deserve the medal." He grimaced. "You should have been decorated for the part you played in the A'zurnian mission, too," he continued. "Old Hagbut killed that one, though. I found that out through my Army sources, but I couldn't do anything about it. I've got to back up my senior officers- even when they're wrong." Speechless, Brim could only shake his head for a few moments. "I am terribly honored, Prince Onrad," he finally stammered. Actually, I think I am, too," Onrad said with a grin. "I shall look forward to our next encounter, my Carescrian friend. They always seem the result of some interesting excitement." The Prince's words were a clear sign of dismissal. Brim stood at rigid attention while Onrad fastened the device to his collar just below his badge of rank. This finished, he stepped back to salute. "I shall indeed look forward to our next meeting, Your Highness," he said. Then, turning about-face immediately, marched back to his place in the line. From this opposite vantage point, he had no trouble locating Margot in the assembled sea of Blue Capes. She had been standing the front row, directly behind him throughout the whole ceremony. And her wink, this time, was all for him. Borodov closed the ceremony by receiving two medals: one Imperial and one Sodeskayan, before his reassignment to the Admiralty in Avalon. Afterward, nobles followed Onrad back to the headquarters building in (approximate) step to additional marches from Glamnos Grathen-at which time the formation of Blue Capes disintegrated with a sea of happy cheers. Brim dodged to Margot's side in a matter of ticks. She shook her head happily amid noisy throng and smiled as she took his hand. He thrilled at the soft warmth before she abruptly released him. "The first those look-but- don't-touch encounters, I suppose?" said ruefully over the hubbub. Neither of us can complain about the touching we got to do this trip," Margot laughed quietly, looking at him from corner her eyes. She touched her back and laughed ruefully. "I shall be stiff for weeks." Then, capriciously, she took his hand again. "Parting is one of the more painful ways we shall perpetually pay for the pleasure of being together," she sighed. And Queen Elidean departs for Avalon in less than two metacycles. I shall have tube aboard almost immediately. Will you walk with me to the brow, Wilf? It may be a long time before we talk alone again."
!!!! The vast battleship looked much like a great humpbacked island as it hovered beside the quay. Rumbling at idle with the muted thunder of sixteen antigravity generators, Queen Elidean was indeed ready for immediate departure-a chill layer of air hung over the whole pierhead, and the water round about her massive footprint rippled and stirred in swirling patterns of alabaster froth. High overhead on the topmost bridge, Helmsmen could be seen performing last-moment systems checkouts, jabbing here and there at. unseen controls. Brim and Margot arrived at the 'midships brow after successfully avoiding every shortcut from headquarters either of them could think of. "Onrad's not here," he observed hopefully. "His royal pennant isn't flying from the Queen's KA'PPA yet. You've probably got the best part of a metacycle before they even single up her mooring beams." Margot laughed quietly. "There's no putting it off any longer, Wilf," she said firmly. "I must board now. Otherwise, I won't be able to make myself go at all. I don't want to leave you any more than you want to leave me, you know." She bit her lip. "Our early morning kisses must suffice us for a while. Too many people are watching." She held out her hand. took it in his. "wish I had any idea when I shall see you again," he said. "Whenever that turns out to be, it will seem as if I have waited a lifetime." "But at least not forever, Wilf," she said. "And I shall write this time-enough to make up for months of silence I put you through. We have years of 'skulking' ahead of us. I know that sounds pretty awful, but for me at least, it's a whole lot better than giving up completely. And who knows, someday..." I shall gladly skulk until my dying moment, Margot," Brim said, barely holding back emotions that threatened to make a fool of him on the crowded quay. He swallowed hard, then raised her hand to his lips. "'Alas, how soon the cycles are over,ICounted us out to play the lover,"' he quoted, the words rushing to his mind from nowhere. Oh, Universe, Wilf," she choked, her eyes brimming, "I can't say good-bye." She fumbled an ornate signet ring from her finger and passed it into his hand. Then without another word, she abruptly thrust herself into the throng filing into the brow. stood for a long time staring dumbly after her until he realized a number of the Imperial Marine guards were regarding him with ill-concealed suspicion. He shook his head as he turned to leave the boarding area. Onrad had been very right. His choice would be a hard road, indeed. Toward the end of the afternoon, Gimmas Haefdon was rapidly settling back its normal mien. Raw, wintery wind gusted remorselessly from the polar regions, blustering along the
drab beach and bringing with it sure promise of snow- joined by occasional whiffs of overheated logics from the Theo-21 repair yard across the bay. Outbound along a narrow finger of tumbled rocks that jutted into the tossing gray water, Brim pulled his Fleet Cloak tighter around his neck, turned up the heat, and continued toward a dark, abandoned beacon clinging in rusty desperation to the last vestiges of stained, weather-smoothed rock. Its base was nearly lost in the lashing surf. It could be a wet perch to watch from, he knew, his face breaking into a smile. But be also knew it would be well worth any discomfort. !!!!Behind him, waning light, Queen Elidean had been singled up for some time now. Her escort ten powerful R-class destroyers was already aloft and thundering through the leaden skies as each took up position for battleship's lift-off. Only cycles earlier, he'd watched them rumble out toward the horizon, turn, and hold for a moment while glittering clouds of ice particles rose like summer storm clouds a thousand irals beyond their sterns. Then, moments later, the reverberating blast of antigravity generators reached his ears as the sleek escorts raced in pairs over the surface of the water and soared effortlessly into a darkening sky. The Carescrian lowered his head as he picked his way over age-smoothed boulders that formed the last few irals ruined pier, eyes squinting from the blowing saltwater now ran in rivulets from his cloak. His arrival at the beacon coincided with the first snow squall, which passed quickly enough and actually seemed to clear the air as he ascended corroded rungs toward the long-dark beacon. In a few cycles, he was well above the spray and settled onto a wide, rusting girder with a surprisingly dry view of both quay and the ocean. He was not a moment too soon. In a matter of ticks, great optical hawsers flashed to the battleship from four waiting deep-space tugs, final network of mooring beams extinguished, and the great starship began to shrug aside the long gray rollers as she slid majestically toward open ocean-and space. She passed Brim's vantage point only cycles later-her port tugs rumbling by a few hundred irals out on the sound. With a smile, Brim observed the orderly confusion on their bridges, then looked up at the great battleship ghosting through the wintery air like some monstrous sea creature totally unaffected by wind or wave. Even at idle, the beat of her incredible generators shook the old pylon where he sat in shower of rust flakes. He squinted up at her great casemates- individual disruptors in the main battery were longer and far heavier than spacegoing scout he'd ridden deep into League territory. Many of deckhouses were nearly as large as old Truculent herself. Sweeping beacons flashed everywhere; thousand lighted scuttles gleamed in sweeping parallel rows along her graceful hull. Countless analog machines scurried everywhere along her decks, stowing landside gear before it was forever lost in the takeoff. And somewhere aboard was Margot. He squeezed her ring in his pocket and lifted his head toward the bridge as it moved grandly past. It was too far away to make out more than moving silhouettes-but be could swear one of them waved. He'd shown her where he would be. Snow began again before big ship was out into the takeoff zone, but Brim could still see her when she turned parallel shore and mooring hawsers winked out from the space tugs. Like escorts, she paused while great clouds of backwash became a whole miniature storm system (complete with flashes of lightning!). Then, unbelievable thunder filled the air- became part of the very Universe-while great ship gathered herself and began to move over the water once more, her footprint throwing great curving waves to either side until-just abreast Brim's beacon-she lifted. Simultaneously, four her escorts swooped cloud cover take up station on each side and the five powerful warships climbed like a single
existence to vanish slowly into the rolling storm. Mighty sounds from the squadron's passing echoed for a long time before they eventually faded into the booming of the ocean's everlasting surf. !!!! Before Gimmas' feeble radiance departed completely, Lieutenant Wilf Ansor Brim, I.F., climbed from his perch and began picking his way back among the rocks toward the shore. Around him, little remained in view except the empty wharf, the pounding water-and the snow, which by now had grown into a hissing blizzard. He shrugged as he walked-none of dirty weather mattered. He was nicely warmed from within. He had part of Margot now. And somewhere halfway across the galaxy, Collingswood's new ship waited-with a whole different kind of "pick and shovel" warfare for him to master. He touched the comet on his collar-he'd come a long way to get that. Not much more an ex-miner could ask for, now, was there? As he neared the shore, he spied two figures making their way toward him through the snow-large man and an even larger Bear waving what could only be a colossal bottle of...meem! The three met in the last moments of daylight, passing the bottle among themselves and clapping one another on back in great apparent hilarity. Then arm in arm, they started landward and disappeared driving snowstorm singing, "To ice, to snow, to Sodeskaya we go!" over over again until their voices merged with the howling wind and pounding Not long afterward, the quiet flakes covered their tracks in a soft, uniform mantle of white.