“Petty-light Salverson,” she said. “But you’ve had a promotion—congratulations, Chief.”
“I never believed you’d been thrown out,” Salverson said. She was a pleasant-faced brunette that Heris remembered best for a difficult emergency repair during combat. “So it was all special ops?”
“I’m not at liberty to say,” Heris said; Salverson grinned, and those nearest her—people she would have known well—grinned too.
“You fools!” Cydin yelled. “She’ll get you killed, all of you.” Then, with a glance at Ginese and Oblo, who were almost to her side, she gave Heris a final, furious glare. “You won’t win,” she said. “You can’t—even if you get the ship—” And she slumped where she stood. Those nearest tried to catch her, but failed; her head hit the decking with a resonant thump.
Heris felt a chill pang she had not felt when she killed Garrivay. Cydin seemed so young; she could have outlived her mistakes if she’d wanted to. She had no time for more regrets. “We’ll need an autopsy,” she said to Lieutenant Milcini. “Until all my people are back in uniform, we’d better have someone else convey the body to sickbay.”
“Yes . . . Captain.” She left him to arrange it; she had more pressing duties. He had forgotten, in his confusion, to transfer bridge command, but she could never forget that.
She moved to the command desk. “I have the bridge,” she said. “Let me explain the situation briefly. I expect communications from the admiralty, and possible hostile action from the Benignity. This action may be imminent; unless we find details in Commander Garrivay’s private notes, we must assume that it could come any time.”
Silence, attentive now rather than confused. Confront a fighting vessel with an enemy and confusion yielded to training. She had counted on that reaction. Heris went on.
“Officers not involved in the treasonous plot to yield Xavier will be briefed as soon as the ships are secure. In the meantime, all scans will be fully manned all shifts; record in battle code from this hour—” The scan positions, after a last glance at her, erupted in a brief flurry of activity. Garrivay had had them shut down, probably to prevent the operators from noticing when the CH ships arrived.
“Captain—” A light on the command desk, a voice in her ear.
“Yes?”
“Lieutenant Ginese, watch commander. I have just been advised by Major Svatek to take certain persons into custody, and among them a Lieutenant Cydin who is on the bridge—”
“Was on the bridge. She killed herself rather than accept arrest.”
“I see. May I ask the captain’s authorization for actions taken in relieving Commander Garrivay of his duties?” Deftly put, Heris thought.
“Admiral Serrano,” Heris said. “It was a special assignment.”
“So I gathered.” Like her own Arkady, this Ginese had a healthy lack of awe for officers. After a long moment, the honorific appeared. “Sir. Does the captain have other orders?”
“Secure the ship,” Heris said. “No station liberty, no leaves, no offship communications without my express orders. That list is almost certainly incomplete, and as we’ll be in combat shortly—” Not too shortly, she hoped, but it couldn’t be long enough.
“Yes, sir. Those personnel on the list have been secured under guard, although—we can’t maintain a suicide watch with all of them separately confined and do the rest of it. Would the captain clarify the priorities?”
“Ship first, of course. If they kill themselves, it’s regrettable—the other could be fatal.” He shouldn’t need to be told that, but she realized he was still feeling his way, not quite sure she was trustworthy.
“Major Svatek said a relative of mine was with you—would that be Vladi?” Despite the casual tone, Heris knew this was a trick question. She had never heard of a Vladi Ginese.
“Arkady,” Heris said. “Would you like to speak with him?”
“No—just checking. Sorry, sir. It’s my—”
“Job, I know. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other duties myself.” As have you, went unsaid but clearly understood. Heris unlocked the inship communications, and keyed for an all-stations announcement. If there were other traitors—or even highstrung overreactors—this would flush them out.
“Attention all personnel. This is Commander Heris Sunier Serrano, now acting captain of this vessel. We are in a state of emergency, expecting the arrival of a hostile force from the Benignity. Your executive officer, Major Svatek, has been informed of the nature of the emergency, and of the reasons for a change of command. Those of you who have served with me before know that I will give full explanations when there’s time.” A calculated risk, but surely there were others who had been with her before, who would explain to their anxious fellows what kind of commander Heris was. “Some of you will have heard that I resigned my commission and am no longer a Fleet officer; in fact I was on special assignment, and my authorization code is still active, as the ship’s computer recognized. This is an unusual situation; I understand that many of you will be confused, but at the moment we have more pressing problems. The Benignity wants this system as a base for invasion; we’re going to defend it.”
From the expressions of the bridge crew, relief outweighed anxiety. Garrivay could not have been the sort of commander who inspired confidence.
“I want all division heads in my office in one hour,” Heris went on. “I notice some discrepancies in the status lists that we’ll have to address in order to complete our mission. In the meantime, I’ll expect you all to bring all systems to readiness.” Which made it sound as if she had an official mission. “Captain out.”
She grinned at Lieutenant Milcini. “I’ll post the hardcopy of my orders when I get them from Sweet Delight. Considering the secrecy, I couldn’t bring them aboard with me at first.” Certain phrases from the cube her aunt had sent her could, with the proper surrounding verbiage, be taken as orders. Oblo had produced a surprisingly realistic document.
“Yes, sir. Uh—you’ll be taking over the captain’s quarters?”
“Of course.” Implicit in that was her transfer to the Vigilance as her primary vessel; the Sweet Delight was no longer hers in the same way. And who would captain the yacht? She might need it in the fight. No, first the very dangerous patrol ships.
She had the cruiser . . . maybe. If they captured the other traitors aboard before they could arrange a mutiny. If the other two craft didn’t try to blow the cruiser.
“Who’s our communications first, Lieutenant Milcini?” Heris asked.
“Lieutenant Granath, sir.”
“Have Lieutenant Granath hail the Sweet Delight, civilian band four, and route the response to my set.”
“Sir.”
Moments later, Sirkin’s voice answered for the yacht. “Sweet Delight, Nav First Sirkin.”
“Sirkin, it’s Captain Serrano. I’ve taken over here. How’s the longscan look?”
“Captain, there’s something far out, Kou—our scan tech says. Very faint, just a ripple.”
“I’m having communications here hold an open line. If there’s a change, let me know.” What she said and did not say fit the prearranged code; Koutsoudas would remove the block he’d put on communications out of the cruiser. Now for the patrol ships. Paradox’s captain had died with Garrivay in the captain’s cabin; Paradox’s executive officer might or might not be loyal. He had not shown up on any of Koutsoudas’s scans, but he had been with the traitor captain for two years. The more distant Despite had as its captain an officer definitely disloyal. Koutsoudas had recorded her during a conference aboard the cruiser. Heris expected that the crews of both ships were predominantly loyal; she had not forgotten Skoterin, but still believed traitors were rare. If the exec of Paradox accepted her . . . that left only Despite. Would that captain betray herself? The patrol craft could be lethal, especially if any distractions arose on the cruiser.