Katya's World (21 page)

Once it had its volunteer, the
Leviathan
released the others to return to the
Baby
so they could locate, repair and return the damaged combat drone. Even succeeding in this deceit and escaping did little to lighten their mood. Even Kane whined like an old woman about the state the craft’s internal corridors were in since he had left a decade before. He had found some dirt by the door leading back into the docking bay and had carried on as if it mattered, as if the
Leviathan
should have spent some time spring-cleaning before deciding to kill everybody on the planet. Katya had been very glad when they’d finally managed to get him through the door and back inside the
Baby
.

Katya finished strapping herself in and, while she waited for the others to finish, looked over her shoulder at Tokarov’s empty seat.
“
He’s a brave man.
”

“
He’s paid to be brave,
”
said Lukyan gruffly.
“
It’s his job to be brave.
”
He still seemed to be smarting over the way Tokarov had outmanoeuvred him.

“
I hope he realises how brave.
”
Kane secured his restraint buckle and leaned back in his seat with an air of infinite weariness.
“
I’m not sure he does.
”

Lukyan snorted and started going through the checklist.
“
All he has to do is confine himself to the crew quarters and wait. He’ll be fed. There are amusements there?
”

Kane nodded.
“
Texts. Dramas. Thousands of them.
”

“
Then he won’t get bored. This is not bravery. He is in no danger.
”

Katya couldn’t believe her ears.
“
Uncle? Are you serious? We have no guarantee that will ever find a way to get him out of there. He could die an old man in there. Just because nobody’s shooting at him doesn’t make it any less courageous. He’s let himself be locked up in a prison that might never release him.
”

Lukyan grunted dismissively, but he couldn’t meet her eyes.

The
Leviathan
released them from the docking bay with no ceremony, threats or reminders. It was as mundane and banal as any recorded voice in a navigational simulation. Except, Katya reminded herself as the
Baby
hummed quietly away from the immense bulk of the warship, simulations weren’t likely to kill you in an instant if you got anything wrong. When they were several thousand metres away and there was no indication that they were being followed (
“
Not that we’d stand any chance of
detecting it if we were,
”
Kane noted with mock cheerfulness), Katya laid in a course for the moon pool entrance of the mining complex. The
Baby
’s inertial locator indicated that the
Leviathan
had been moving away from the site in a neutral direction the whole time they’d been aboard. Apparently it had lost interest in the
Novgorod
, the
Vodyanoi
and their crews.

Katya knew appearances could be deceptive and that a mac
hine-
mind like the
Leviathan
’s would not abandon its attack simply because it had grown bored with it. Everything was organised in priorities, complex relationships of function against requirements. If it had left, it was because there was something more pressing that it was going to apply itself to. She wondered what that might be with a sense of dread.

Unexpectedly, the communications channel crackled into life making them all jump.
“
Vodyanoi
to minisub
Pushkin’s Baby
. Do you read me? Come in, please.
”

Lukyan toggled open a channel.
“
Pushkin here. Who is this?
”

Katya reached across and patched her own headset into the link.
“
Katya here, Lieutenant Petrov. Good to hear your voice again.
”

Abruptly she had her headset pulled off. She started to protest but then saw the anger in Kane’s face as he put it on.
“
Kane here, Petrov. Making yourself comfortable aboard my boat, are you?
”

“
Quite comfortable, Captain Kane. She’s an interesting vessel.
”

“
Let me speak to Tasya this instant!
”

There was a moment’s pause, then,
“
Calm down, Havilland.
”

“
Tasya?
”

“
Yes.
”
Her calming voice filled the cabin.
“
It’s all right. We have an agreement. When it looked like the
Leviathan
was going to leave us alone, we went back to the moon pool. It hadn't touched the
Vodyanoi
, so we piled in and got out while we still could.
”

“
But Petrov…
”

“
Relax. We don’t have enough people left to man the boat at battle stations, not after those damn drones cut half of them down. Between our attack on them and some of their people running into the drone in the tunnels, there’re not a lot of the Feds left either. We think there must have been more than one drone; maybe as many as three or four. The upshot is that neither we nor the Feds have got enough people left to properly crew a boat by themselves. Working together, we can do it.
”

“
And this agreement?
”

“
They don’t try and take control or try to arrest us, any nonsense like that. We don’t kill them and dump them in deep waters. When this is over, we drop them somewhere safe and sound. The enemy is the
Leviathan
. I think we can all agree about that.
”

Kane frowned, but only as an expression of his reluctance to accept the reasonable.
“
Well, where are you then?
”

“
About a hundred metres behind you. We’ve been shadowing you for the last couple of minutes.
”

“
What? What for?
”

“
Just to make sure the
Leviathan
was keeping its distance before we hailed you. Are you ready to be taken aboard?
”

Lukyan didn’t seem any happier than Kane about the way things had moved on in their absence, but neither could he deny the practicality of it. He spoke with a coldness verging on ill-grace.
“
Slowing to five knots. Level and steady.
”

They waited in taut silence for almost a minute before the
Baby
started to be buffeted by the turbulence of the
Vodyanoi
’s open salvage maw. It became worse as they were slowly overtaken and engulfed by the gaping mouth and then,
abruptly,
it became very calm. Lukyan cut the engines without comment and sat with his arms folded as the maw closed around them.

Petrov’s first words when they reached the
Vodyanoi
’s bridge were,
“
Where’s Tokarov?
”
While Lukyan explained with the occasional clarification from Kane,
Katya
looked around the boat’s bridge with interest.

It was very alien to anything she’d ever seen before. The whole philosophy of design was different from FMA or civil boats, all of which, of course, came from the same yards. Where a
federal boat like –
the poor
Novgorod
, for example –
had
all the crew stations ranged around the main screen, the
Vodyanoi
contained niches for most of the bridge officers
, each
with their own small screens. Only the captain’s position – a much more imposing seat with armrests imbedded with repeater displays and communications controls – the weapons officer, and the helm faced a modestly sized but high definition main viewer. It was so unlike anything in her experience,
t
here was only one thing it could be.

“
This is a Grubber boat, isn’t it?
”
she asked Kane.

“
Hmm?
”
He turned from listening to Lukyan’s conversation with Petrov.
“
A what?
”

“
This is from Earth, isn’t it? It’s a Terran vessel?
”

He raised his eyebrows in mild surprise, as if he’d thought they’d been talking about kelp all along and had only just realised his mistake.
“
The
Vodyanoi
? Why, yes. She was built on Earth and transported here.
”
He smiled.
“
She’s not very big, at least by Earth standards – about equivalent to a frigate if that means anything to you – but you’ll appreciate the problems of transporting anything of any size over the best part of fifty light years. She was originally the
Raleigh
, but it seemed altogether too noble a name for a… well, you know.
”

Katya had no idea who Raleigh was, but she guessed he wouldn’t have been happy to have a pirate ship named after him.

“
So I renamed her the
Vodyanoi
. It seemed appropriate.
”

“
Did it?
”
said Katya. She had no idea who
“
Vodyanoi
”
was either.

“
Yes.
”
He looked at her closely.
“
You don’t know what a vodyanoi is, do you?
”

“
Why should I?
”

“
Because your ancestors were Russian.
”

“
I’ve heard that. I don’t know what it means.
”
She saw the shock on Kane’s face and added spitefully,
“
And I don’t care either. Russians are Grubbers. We’re Russalkin now.
”

Kane looked at her seriously, then walked over to an unoccupied crew position and gestured to her to sit by him. Reluctantly she complied.

“
Don’t throw away your past, Katya.
”
He spoke with quiet emphasis.
“
As a race, we’re built from memories. There’s an old saying, those who don’t learn from the mistakes of history are doomed to repeat them. You’re too intelligent to do that.
”

“
You don’t know anything about me.
”

“
More than you know about me, I assure you. These Russians, whose memory you so lightly cast aside; they came here on a trip that took years, putting all their hopes and fears into one great gamble, that they could make a home here on this world. Things were starting to deteriorate on Earth, they could see that. You’re a product of their fondest wishes.
”

“
So?
”
She was sounding like a little girl again, Katya thought.

“
So, they brought Earth with them. Don’t you know why this world
is called Russalka? The Russalki
were water nymphs from Russian folklore, beautiful and clever. Your ancestors didn’t miraculously become R
ussalkin as soon as they’d shaken
the dust of Terra from their feet, you know. They saw this planet in the view screens as they approached and they saw a new home, but they could never forget their old one. Don’t you honour them enough to at least understand that?
”

Katya felt awkward and confused. Two halves of her were at war: one side that knew full well that her great grandparents had come from Earth, that they had been good people and she quite literally owed them everything for their bravery in making such a long and dangerous journey; one side
that
could see the history files of the atrocities that the Grubbers had heaped upon Russalka when they had invaded and knew that Earth was a festering heap of evil – rapacious and violent – that took what it wanted and didn’t mind how many died to get it. She wanted to hate the Terrans. That would be easiest. Why did Kane insist on making everything so difficult?

“
I renamed this boat the
Vodyanoi
for a couple of reasons,
”
he was saying.
“
I think both of them are good. In Russian mythology, the vodyanoi w
ere the husbands of the Russalki
. It seemed, I don’t know,
poetic
to me. Things are difficult here; even before the war they were difficult. I thought a little poetry wouldn’t go amiss. The other reason is because of what the vody
a
noi looked like. They could change their form. A handsome young man one second, a hideous ogre the next. They travelled in the water, sometimes above it. They were neither one thing nor the other. This boat is a little like that. Once it was a legal warboat of one world. Now it’s a very illegal pirate vessel on another. Few vessels can claim to have a history like that. Quite the sea change.
”
He laughed a little but quickly sobered.
“
I don’t suppose you know any Shakespeare either?
”
He took her blank expression for agreement.
“
No poetry here. None at all.
”

Tasya had walked in close to the beginning of
Kane’s
explanations and had been listening intently with Petrov.
“
You say that as if it’s a surprise to you, Kane
,
”
she said and then, as if to prove her point, s
aid
to Petrov,
“
what are your thoughts about the
Leviathan
, lieutenant?
”

“
Tokarov’s in danger
every minute
he’
s aboard that…
vessel
. We have to think of some way to get him out safely
. How we do that, I have no idea. I’ll have to think on it
.
”
He turned towards Kane.
“
One thing that interests me, though, is why that thing rejected you. You must have been hand-picked. It doesn’t make sense that you were incompatible.
”

Kane shrugged and looked away, but Katya saw the same hunted expression she’d noticed in him aboard the
Leviathan
. He looked like a cornered animal, and she didn’t believe him when he said,
“
I don’t know. The selection process was governmentally organised. Stupid mistakes are virtually guaranteed.
”
Petrov narrowed his eyes, making her think that he didn’t believe Kane
either.

Tasya didn’t seem to care. She was already mulling over rescue plans.
“
Sensors,
”
she demanded crisply.
“
Where is the
Leviathan
now?
”

The
Vodyanoi
’s own sensor officer must have died in the mining base as the position was taken by the
Novgorod
’s. If he resented taking orders from a pirate, he showed no sign of it.
“
Whatever its stealth capability, it’s not using it. Between passive sonar and the amount of noise it’s making manoeuvring, I’m having no trouble tracking it.
”

Something Kane had said suddenly came back to Katya. If it had been impractical to transport submarines much larger that the
Vodyanoi
or the
Raleigh
or whatever you wanted to call it, how could the
Leviathan
then be explained? It dwarfed the
Vodyanoi
, but it had been brought the huge distance from Earth. How large a transporter starship would that have required? It boggled the imagination. She made up her mind to ask him the next chance she got. After Petrov’s pointed comments, Kane seemed in no mood to answer any more questions for the moment.

Tasya had taken the captain’s seat with no argument from Kane. He had claimed to be captain, but Katya thought it looked more like they took turns at being captain and first officer.
“
What course is it on?
”
Tasya asked.

“
Nothing you can really call a course, ma’am. It was running slow but steadily north while the
Baby
minisub was aboard, but now…
”
he quickly punched a few keys and the main display echoed his own station’s display. A blip labelled
Leviathan
was tracing out lazy loops and zigzags in the ocean.
“
Now it’s lost all direction. It just seems to be wandering about.
”

There was some puzzled mutterings from the other crew positions. Tasya cut across it.
“
Is it searching for something?
”

“
That’s no search pattern I’ve ever seen. It really does seem to be dawdling about. It’s as if it doesn’t know what to do next.
”

“
It’s a machine,
”
snapped Kane, his tiredness flashing into irritation.
“
It doesn’t ‘dawdle.’ If it’s got nothing to do, it does nothing.
”
He watched the blip draw a lazy ‘S’ on the screen.
“
I do not like this. There’s no reason for this behaviour.
”
Suddenly remembering something, he reached inside his jacket and produced a grimy handkerchief. He looked at it closely for a few seconds, said,
“
If you’ll all excuse me, I’ll be in my cabin,
”
and left the bridge.

Tasya barely gave him a sideways glance as he left.
“
He has these little episodes,
”
she said to nobody in particular. Turning her attention back to the display, her eyes narrowed.
“
We should consider what to do next. I doubt it will wander around like this for much longer.
”

“
You could try attacking it,
”
said Lukyan.

Katya sat up, astonished he could say such a thing.
“
Lieutenant Tokarov’s still aboard, uncle!
”

Her uncle looked at her grimly and she read something she didn’t like in his expression. Looking at Tasya and Petrov, they too had it.
“
You think he’s already as good as dead, don’t you?
”
she said, accusation in her voice.

“
From what your uncle’s told me,
”
said Tasya,
“
that
thing
won’t release him unless he gets a better candidate and perhaps not even then. I’d love to go in there with guns blazing and get him out, but we’d all be dead before we even got close. If the opportunity to rescue him arises, that’s well and good. Otherwise, we count him among the dead.
”

Petrov’s lips thinned but didn’t argue with her. Katya couldn’t believe this; after what he’d done to save them, they were just going to abandon him?

“
Katya,
”
said Lukyan,
“
try to understand. He knew perfectly well he wasn’t going to be getting out. What he did, it was like fighting a rearguard action. He got us and the information we gathered out of there. If we try and rescue him, the
Leviathan
will kill us all and then there will nobody to stand in its way and he will
still
be trapped.
”

Tasya was looking thoughtful.
“
The IFF box would get us in again
,
”
said Tasya
, reluctantly
.
“
There’s a good chance of it, anyway. We didn’t do anything to antagonise it last time, so it won’t have learned not to trust that way of approaching it. It would be a risk, but I think we could get away with it once more. If we do try it, then,
it had better be with a plan
because there won’t be a third visit
.
”