Planet Pirates Omnibus Part 76

He could try writing them a message, except that he had nothing to write with, or on. The Seti had not brought any of his kit from his compartment; he had only the clothes and pressure suit he stood up in.

It really wasn't so bad, he told himself, forcing cheerfulness. The Seti hadn't killed them yet. Didn't seem to be starving them, though he wondered if that slab of elementary sulfur was really enough for the Lethi clinging to it. He found a water dispenser, and even a recessed cabinet with oddly shaped bowls to put the water in. He poured himself a bowl and drank it down. Something nudged his arm and he found the Bronthin looking sorrowfully at the bowl. It gave a low, grunting moo.

Ah. Bronthin had never been good with small tools. He poured water for the Bronthin and held the bowl for it to drink. It swiped his face with a rough, corrugated lavendar tongue when it was done, leaving behind a faintly sweet odor. A nervous chitter across the compartment was the Ryxi, standing now with feathers afluff and stubby wings outspread. Dupaynil interpreted this as a request and filled another bowl. The Ryxi s.n.a.t.c.hed it away from him with its wing-claws and drank thirstily.

"They for us water pour but one time daily," the Ryxi twittered, dropping the empty bowl. Dupaynil picked it up with less graciousness than he'd filled it. He had never been the nurturing type. Still, it was communica- .

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tion. The Ryxi went on. "Food at that time, only enough for life. Waste removal."

"Did they tell you where we're headed?" ' An ear-spitting screech made him wince. The Ryxi began bouncing off the walls, cras.h.i.+ng into one after another of them, shrieking something in Ryxi. The Bronthin huddled down in a large lump, leaving Dupaynil the Ryxi's path. He tried to tackle it but a k.n.o.bbed ' foot got him in the ribs. The Ryxi flipped its crest up and down, keening, and drew back for another kick, Dupaynil rolled behind the Ssli tank. "Take it easy," he said, knowing it would do no good. never took it easy. This one calmed slightly, sides "lieaving, crest only halfway up.

"They told," came the sorrowful low groan of the Bronthin. Dupaynil had never heard one speak Stan-< p="">

Dupaynil eyed the calming Ryxi warily. His ribs hurt. didn't need another kick. "Do you have any plan?" asked the Bronthin.

"The probability of escape from this s.h.i.+p, in a nonvia-e state, is less than 0.1 percent. The probability of scape from this s.h.i.+p in a viable state is less than 0.0001 percent. The factors used to arrive at this include "Never mind," said Dupaynil, softening it with an >logy. "My mathematical skill is insufficient to appre-te the beauty of your calculations."

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"How land to save me the trouble of converting to Standard that which can only be properly expressed in the language of eternal law." The Bronthin Heaved a sigh, which Dupaynil took to mean the conversation was over.

The Ryxi, however, was eager to talk, once it had calmed enough to remember its Standard.

"Unspeakable reptiles," it twittered. "Unworthy to be egg-layers!" Not again, thought Dupaynil, not antic.i.p.ating the Ryxi side of that argument. "Thick-sh.e.l.led, they are. You can't even see a Seti in its sh.e.l.l. Not that it makes any difference, because even if something's wrong, they won't do anything. Just let the hatchlings die if they can't make it on their own. Some of them don't even tend their nests. Not even to warn away predators. They say that's giving Holy Luck the choice. I'd call it criminal negligence."

"Despiccable," said Dupaynil, edging farther away from the dance of those powerful feet. Then a bell-like voice rang out, its source unidentifiable.

Sa.s.sinak friend?

Dupaynil tried to control his start of surprise, and glanced around. The Bronthin looked half-asleep which is the way Bronthins usually looked and the Ryxi had begun grooming its feathers with jerky strokes of its beak. The two Lethi were still stuck to each other and the slab of sulfur.

Do not look ... in the tank. He managed to stare at the blank s.p.a.ce above the Bronthin, while the voice continued and his own mind s.h.i.+vered away from it. He had never liked descriptions of telepathy and he liked the reality less. Sa.s.sinak friend you are. We greet you. We are more and less than we seem.

Of course. Ssli. So Ssli larvae could communicate! He could not "feel" anything in his mind when the voice fell silent, but that didn't mean it, or they, were not reading him.

No time to investigate your dark secrets. We must plan.

They were reading his surface thoughts, at least, to have picked up that distaste for internal snooping. He recognized the irony of that, someone whose profession was snooping on others, now being turned inside out by f: aliens. He tried to organize his thoughts, make a clear message.

"You stare at wall for a reason?" the Ryxi asked, its ,-Jeathers now sleeked down.

Dupaynil could have strangled the Ryxi for breaking 'his concentration, and then he did feel a featherlight I touch, soothing, and a bubble of amus.e.m.e.nt.

"I'm very tired," he said honestly. "I need to rest."

With that, he found a clear s.p.a.ce of floor, between wall and the Ssli tank, and curled up, helmet era-fdied in his arms. The Ryxi sniffed, then tucked its head j-back over its shoulders into the back feathers. Dupaynil Ijdosed his eyes and projected against the screen of his ^eyelids.

What can you do?

Nothing alone. We hoped they would bring a -, What did you mean, 'more and less'?

Again the mental gurgle of amus.e.m.e.nt. We are loot both Ssli.

The voice said nothing more and Dupaynil thought >ut it. If they were reading his thoughts, they were ^welcome. Not both Ssli? Another alien marine race? iddenly he realized what it had to be and almost laughed aloud.

A Weft?

Seemed safer this way. Seti hate Wefts enough to them before the coup. But with this form come Poertain . . . limitations.

Which humans don't have?

Precisely.

Sorry, but I don't think they'll let me push that Etank to wherever they keep the escape pods. a.s.suming 'they have any.

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He tensed, bracing himself for some unimaginable sensation, and felt nothing. Only information began to knit itself into his existing cognitive matrix, as if he were learning it so fast that it was safely in long-term memory before it pa.s.sed his eyes. The Bronthin, he learned, had been hired by the Seti to provide them with mathematical expertise. On the basis of its calculations and models, they had defined the best time to attempt the coup.

And the Bronthin had had no way to warn the Federation. Bronthins could not manipulate Seti communications equipment, were not telepathic, and suffered severe depression when kept isolated from their social herds. As for the Ssli, it had been delivered, in its tank, after it had been stolen from a Fleet recruit depot. The Weft, a Fleet guard at the depot, had been shot in the burglary and survived only by shapechanging into the Ssli tank in a larval form. The thieves had not known the difference between Weft and Ssli larvae and had apparently supposed that two or more larvae were in each tank, in case one died.

But what can we do? Dupaynil asked.

You can talk to the Bronthin, and find out more of what it knows about this fleet. It had the information to make models with. It must know. It's depressed. That's why it won't talk. Later, when we drop out of FTL, you can see the viewscreen. We have no such eyes. But the Ssli can link with other Ssli on a Fleet vessel, and that Ssli has a biolink to the captain.

Cheering up the Bronthin took all of DupaymTs considerable charm. It turned away at first, muttering number series, but the offer of another bowl of water helped. He watered the Ryxi, too, automatically, and this time the feathered alien handed the bowl back rather than dropping it. But it took many bowls of water, and a couple of sessions of picking the burrs from the dry gra.s.s the Seti tossed in for its feed, before the alien showed much response.

Finally it scrubbed its heavy head up and down his arm, took his hands in its muscular lips, and said, "I ... will try to speak Standard ... in thanks for your kindness ..."

"Inaccurate as Standard is, and unsuited to your genius, would it be possible to recall how many s.h.i.+ps this size the Seti have with them?"

The Bronthin flopped a long upper lip, and sighed.

"The ratio of such s.h.i.+ps to those next smaller to those next smaller to the smallest is 1.2:3.4:5.6:5:4. An interesting ratio, chosen by the Seti for its ragged harmony, tf I understood them." It shook its long head. "Alas . . . never again to roll in the green sweet fields of home or be granted the tail's whisk across the sands in the company of my peers."

"Such courage in loneliness," Dupaynil murmured. f( In his experience, praising the timid for courage sometimes produced a momentary flare of it. "And the total to which such a ratio applies?"

With something akin to a snort, the Bronthin's lovely periwinkle eyes opened completely. , "Ah! You understand that the ratio is theoretical. The fleet itself made up of actual s.h.i.+ps, of which at any time some fraction is out of service for maintenance and the like. Of those actually here, in the sense that here has any meaning . . . are you at all femiliar with Sere-kleth-vladin's transformational series and its application to hypers.p.a.ce flux variations?"

"Alas, no," said Dupaynil, who didn't know such things existed-whatever they were.

"Unhhh . . . one hundred four. Eight similar to this, i which would of course make you expect 22.6,37.3, 35.9 s.h.i.+ps of the other cla.s.ses, but fractional s.h.i.+ps are non- ; functional. Twenty-three of the next cla.s.s, then thirty- seven, then thirty-six. And since it would be the logical I'next question," the Bronthin went on, its eyes beginning to sparkle, "I will explain that the pa.s.sive defenses of the Federation Central System, if not tampered with, could be expected to destroy at least 82% of the total. Those remaining would be unlikely to succeed at reduc-the planets or disrupting the Grand Council. But le Seti count on tampering, which will reduce the iciency of the distant pa.s.sive scans by 41%, and on .

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specific aid whose nature I do not know, to disable additional defenses. This incursion is timed to coincide with the meeting of the Grand Council and the Winter a.s.sizes, at which the presence of many s.h.i.+ps could well cause confusion."

"They expect no resistance from Fleet?" The Bronthin opened its mouth wide, revealing the square grinding teeth of a herbivore, and gave a long sound somewhat between a moo and a bray. "My apologies," it said then. "Our long misunderstanding of the nature of humans; our votes have long gone to reducing appropriations for what we saw as a means of territorial aggrandizement. These Seti expect that any Fleet vessels in Federation Central Systems s.p.a.ce will be neutralized. And once again, we aided this, voting to require that all Fleet vessels disarm lest they overpower the Grand Council."

"A most natural error for any lover of peace," Dupaynil murmured soothingly.

Sa.s.sinak would be there with the Zaid-Dayan. Would she have disarmed completely, trusting in the disarmament of others to keep her s.h.i.+p safe? Somehow he doubted it. But with surveillance by the FSP local government, she wouldn't be able to have all the s.h.i.+p's scans on ... and without warning ... he realized he had no idea how fast the Zaid-Dayan could get into action.

We do appreciate the difficulty. If mental speech could have tones, that would be dry wit, Dupaynil thought. He sent a mental flick of the fingers to the Ssli and Weft, still swimming with apparent unconcern in the tank. Easy for them, he thought sourly, and then realized it wasn't. He would be even more miserable if he'd been stuck in a tank like that.

Despite the rising tension, he had actually fallen asleep when a screech from the Ryxi brought him upright, blinking. The viewsc'reen snowed what he presumed to be the real outer view, although he had no way of knowing which of the s.h.i.+p's outer sensors had produced the image. Darkness, points of light, some .

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visibly moving. A Seti voice from the wallspeaker interrupted the Ryxi's tantrum.

"Captives, observe," it began, with typical Seti tact. "See your feeble hopes destroyed."

The view shown s.h.i.+fted from one angle to another. The outside of the Grand Luckt with a long pointed snout oozing from a recess to slide past, aimed at some distant enemy. A zooming view of nearby s.h.i.+ps, lifting them from points of light to toylike shapes against a dark background. Then another view, of the star around which the Federation Central Zone planets swung, a star which now looked scarcely bigger than any of the others.

Share again!

Dupaynil tried to relax. He had already pa.s.sed on all lie'd learned from the Bronthin. Now he watched the screen, listened to the Seti boastful commentary and hoped the Ssli/Weft pair could contact another Ssli. Time pa.s.sed. The view s.h.i.+fted every few minutes, from one sensor to another.

Contact.

Dupaynil wasn't sure if the triumphant tone came from the Ssli or his own reaction. He expected to hear more, but the Ssli did not include him in whatever link ft and the Weft had formed with that distant Ssli. The Ryxi clattered its beak, s.h.i.+fted from one great k.n.o.bby foot to another, fluffed and sleeked its feathers, staring wide-eyed at the viewscreen. The Bronthin refused to itook. Its closed eyes and monotonous hum could be either sleep or despair. And the Lethi, as before, simply stuck to each other and the sulfur.

Dupaynil had the feeling that he should do something more to prepare for the coming battle. Now that die Ssli had warned its fellow. Now surely that alarm was being pa.s.sed on. He felt free to consider more Immediate problems. Could they possibly break free of I* this compartment? Could they steal weapons? Find some kind of escape vehicle? Or, failing escape, do something "disasterous to this s.h.i.+p and destroy it? He and the Ryxi re the only two who might actually do something, for , BO one had ever heard of a Bronthin being violent. He .

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edged over to the hatch, and prodded its complicated-looking lock.

A roar of Seti profanity from outside made it clear that wouldn't work. He was looking around for something else to investigate, when the viewscreen blurred, cleared, blurred, and cleared again after a couple of short FTL skips. Then it grayed to a pearly haze and the s.h.i.+p trembled.

"Battle started!" came the announcement in Standard over the speaker. Then a long complicated gabble of Seti that must be orders.

Sa.s.smak is not aboard her s.h.i.+p. That fell into his mind like a lump of ice. She disappeared onplanet. Wefts can't land to find her.

Other s.h.i.+ps?

He had a.s.sumed she would be aboard her s.h.i.+p. He had a.s.sumed she would be wary, as alert as he'd always known her. What was she doing, playing around onplanet with her s.h.i.+p helpless above, with its weapons locked down, with no captain? Without at least taking Wefts with her?

No other s.h.i.+ps larger than escort insystem.

"Stupid woman!"

He didn't realize he'd said it aloud until he saw the Bronthin's eyes flick open, heard the Ryxi's agitated chirp.

"Never miruf!" he said to them, glaring.

Here he had gone through one miserable h.e.l.l after another, all to get her information she desperately needed, and she wasn't where she was supposed to be.

Zaid-Dayan moving.

That stopped his mental ranting. Then the Grand Luck lurched sharply, as if it had run into a brick wall, and as his feet skidded on the floor he realized his head had nowhere to go but the corner of the Ssli transport tank.

Chapter Sixteen.

FedCentral "You're joking." Cons stared at her. "You don't realize ..."

"I realize precisely what will happen to all of us if we don't take the initiative." Sa.s.sinak was on her feet now and the others were stirring restlessly, not committed to either side of this argument. "If you'd wanted death, or a mindwipe, and the rest of your life at hard labor, you'd have managed it before now. It's easy enough, even yet. Just wait for them to come after me. Because Temi is quite right. They will. I'm too dangerous, even by myself." She paused a careful measure, then added, "But with you, I could be dangerous enough to win."

"But we don't . . . We aren't ..." Jemi's nervous looks around got no support. Most were staring fascinated at Sa.s.sinak.

"Aren't what? Strong enough? Brave enough? You've been strong and brave enough to survive and stay free. How long, Coris?"

"I been here eight years. Jemi, six. Fostin was here when I came ..."

"Years of your lives," Sa.s.sinak said, almost purring it.