Star Trek: The Original Series: Rihannsu: The Bloodwing Voyages (78 page)

“While behind us, on both sides, the eagles gather…” Jim frowned. “A lot of chances for things to go wrong, Dan. Somebody on one side or the other jumps the gun, and the shooting starts…”

“If any of my commanders do any such thing,” Danilov said, “I will have their hides for hangings.”

“A pity you can’t enforce something similar on the Romulans,” Jim said.

“We will play by the rules,” Danilov said. “What the Romulans will do, the event will show.”

Jim’s smile was both grim and amused. “That’s almost exactly what Ael said…You should come over and meet her this evening.”

“I will,” said Danilov, “once we’re under way. I wouldn’t mind getting out of this general area, just in case anyone else turns up.”

“That’s another concern, Dan. On that solid I gave you there’s a 3-D analysis I did earlier. Later on you should take a look at it—”

“Why not now?” Danilov said. He put the solid down on the reader plate again and touched another control. Jim’s hologram of the area where Empire, Imperium, and Federation all met now sprang into life in the air.

Jim’s smile was annoyed. “Dan, it’s just not fair that you have all these slick new gadgets when
I
—”

“Now, now,” Danilov said, “thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s ship.”

“Yes, well. But my neighbor’s weaponry,” Jim said, “is another matter.”

Danilov smiled at that as he rotated the hologram. “Yes,
Sempach is
loaded for bear, isn’t she? I’ve been wishing for a chance to use what she’s got. Now I wish I didn’t have to…and I’m becoming increasingly sure I will.”

He paused, looking at the hologram. “You think there might be a multiple-location breakout.”

“It’s occurred to me.”

“Fleet’s been thinking that way too.” Danilov looked at the hologram, sighed, and reached sideways to pick up his bear again, turning it over and over in his hands. “And there sit the Klingons. Or rather, they haven’t been sitting; they’ve been running amok in the Romulan fringe systems—smash-and-grab stuff, asset-stripping the furthest planets.”

“Suggesting they know the Romulans are going to make a big move now and won’t bother defending targets that distance makes difficult to support.”

“It does suggest that, doesn’t it,” Danilov said. “Hints and suggestions…I’d give a lot for some recent hard data from a source I trust.”

“You may get some of that shortly.”

“I desperately hope so.” He turned away from the hologram and put the bear aside. “Well, is there anything else?”

Jim and the commodore looked at each other somewhat somberly as Jim stood up. “As regards Starfleet’s concerns about me,” Jim said, “you don’t believe them, Dan, do you? You know me better than that.”

Danilov didn’t say anything for a long moment. “Look, Jim,” he said finally, “people change. We’re scattered all over the galaxy, all of us, for prolonged periods of time, in strange and sometimes disturbing circumstances. Starship captains are selected for stability, we both know that. But there’s a galaxy full of unknowns out there, not to mention the ones at the bottom of the human mind…and things that can’t always be predicted do happen. In a ship of this class, it’s hard to avoid thinking frequently of Matt Decker.”

“Matt was a one-off.”

“Garth of Izar.”

“That wasn’t his fault. The alien treatment that saved his life—”

“Ron Tracey.”

Jim grimaced.

“Jim,” Danilov said, “we may or may not be a breed apart, but when starship commanders go off the rails, we do it spectacularly. Now, don’t mistake me. I know perfectly well you’re not likely to do anything like what Matt did. But every heart has its weaknesses, and conflicting loyalties can crucify a man faster than anything else.”

“You can tell the fleet admiral,” Jim said, standing very straight, “that my loyalties to the Federation and to Starfleet are quite clear, in accordance with my oaths to both those organizations. Starfleet Command should relieve me immediately if they think otherwise. But I will fight such a course of action, for they have
no
evidence whatsoever to back up any such suspicions. And I will win that fight.”

Danilov looked at him steadily. “They sent you ahead to warn me, didn’t they?” Jim said.

“I volunteered to make this side trip when I saw which way the wind was blowing back on Earth,” Danilov said after a moment. “We’ve known each other a good while, Jim. You were the most ornery ensign a first-time lieutenant ever had to keep in order. But you wouldn’t lie to a shipmate then, and I don’t believe you’d lie to a fellow officer now. Indeed, you weren’t all that good at lying when you had to.”

“Possibly the root of this whole problem,” Jim said softly, remembering how he had flinched, long ago, at reading the sealed orders from Starfleet that finally sent
Enterprise
into the Neutral Zone under the command of a captain who had to seem to be losing his marbles.
And as for this time…

“Yes. You know the truth, and I’m sure you’re telling it to me. But, Jim, you understand…
they
have to be sure.”

“I understand,” Jim said. “But it doesn’t make me any happier about it, at a time like this, to find them so damned uncertain.”

“No one promised us these jobs were necessarily going to make us happy all the time,” Commodore Danilov said. “And our superiors are as mortal as we are, and as fallible.”

“They are?” Jim said. “There go all my illusions.”

Danilov chuckled. “Jim, our three ships will leave immediately for the task force rendezvous point at RV Tri.
Nimrod
will join us in a couple of hours, and
Ortisei
shortly thereafter. We should find
Hemalat
and
Lake Champlain
waiting for us with the Romulans.
Speedwell
has another errand and may arrive a little late. A little before we arrive at RV Tri,
Ortisei
will escort
Bloodwing
out of the area. Together they’ll stay some light-years out of detection range until and unless they’re called in.”

“I’ll pass that on to Commander t’Rllaillieu,” Jim said.

“Will she cooperate?” Danilov said, looking closely at him again.

“She will,” Jim said. “But I must tell you that she’s already made it plain she has no intention of freely giving herself up to the Romulans if they ask for her.”

“That could be a problem.”

“It has to be one that Starfleet’s anticipated. And it’s a problem only if they decide they want to hand her over to the Romulans. Which, taking that into account”—he nodded at the hologram hanging in the air, burning in red, blue, and green—“isn’t going to keep them from going to war now. Not after what they did at 15 Tri.”

Danilov looked at the hologram. “I wish I could be sure,” he said. “The Federation isn’t. Part of our job here is to find out whether this war really has to happen.”

“You may find out the answer,” Jim said, “by being in the first battle, Dan.”

“We’re prepared for that,” Danilov said. “But just as prepared to walk away, if there’s any way to have peace break out instead.”

“Amen,” Jim said, reaching down to the desk and lifting his glass.

They knocked their glasses together and tossed off the remainder of the brandy. Jim put his glass down as Danilov did. “Jim,” Danilov said. “I know what shape of orders they cut you. Please…be careful…because you’re being closely watched.”

By you, old friend,
Jim thought. “Thanks for the warning,” he said as Danilov stood. “No, it’s all right, Dan. I can find my way out.”

Danilov sat down again, throwing him an amused look. “Later, Jim.”

He left Danilov there looking at the holographic representation of the Triangulum spaces, and only got lost once on his way back to the transporter room.

Rihannsu song spoke wistfully enough of the ancient morning and evening stars, the old ships, long fallen from orbit.
Nowadays, though,
Teleb tr’Sathe thought,
we have only the one…but it’s better by far.
Often enough, when on leave on ch’Rihan, he had looked up from some balmy beach or forest path and tracked it across the night sky. Right now he could not see it, but that was only natural: he was in it.
But not for long!

Teleb turned from the wide plasteel port looking down on ch’Rihan and gazed back across the loading bay. It was a space half a
stai
wide, one of twenty docking and loading facilities arranged around a vast spherical central core that was big enough to take even the largest of Grand Fleet’s starships. Ur-Metheisn was probably one of the biggest orbital ship-servicing facilities anywhere in known space; even the Klingons and the Federation had nothing to match it. They preferred smaller facilities, more spread out among their colonies. The Rihannsu school of thought preferred larger central facilities, “hubs,” and this was the first and greatest of them: Sunside Station, the undisputed ruler of the skies over ch’Rihan. From it all the defense satellites were controlled and coordinated; from it the Fleet’s ships were dispatched all over the Empire, executing the decisions made by the great-and-good down in the dome. This was the beating heart of the Grand Fleet, and the kindly Elements had seen fit to drop Teleb right into the middle of it, his captain-apprenticeship successfully passed and himself newly promoted, the pins now bright on his collar, with his own cruiser
Calaf
poised graceful and nearly ready to go outside the docking and loading tube, and the prospect of battle in the offing. Life could not have looked brighter to him if Teleb had stared straight at the sun.

For the moment, he was doing what his mentor-captain had advised him—standing by and letting his crew get on with their jobs—though he would have much preferred to be right in the middle of them, hustling the loading crew, watching every detail. The excitement was definitely getting the better of him now.
Artaleirh!
When Teleb had seen the orders, he had nearly begun to sing with the sheer excitement of it all. Artaleirh was a vital system, and the news of the rebellion there had shocked and horrified him. But there would not be a rebellion for much longer. The sight of six cruisers in their skies would shortly remind those people of their proper loyalties.
But if it doesn’t
—Teleb frowned. He didn’t much care for the idea of having to make war on other Rihannsu. Weren’t there Klingons and Feds enough to destroy? But there was no place for rebellion if the Empire was to remain strong in the face of her enemies elsewhere in the galaxy.
I am the servant of the Senate and the Praetorate,
he thought.
I am the strong arm of the Empire. I am a captain in Grand Fleet, and I will carry out my orders and win victory over the Empire’s enemies, within it or without it, at whatever cost!

Then Teleb grinned. “Adolescent effusions.” That was what his mentor-captain Mirrstul had called such statements, though she had been kindly enough about it. Well, she had a right to her opinions. She was a doughty warrior and a brilliant tactician. But he could not imagine her ever having been young. As for himself, while he had his youth, he was not going to waste it on too much somberness.

Teleb leaned against the bulkhead with his arms folded, watching one of the specialist loading crews bringing in the last batch of photon torpedoes, trundling them quickly down the huge loading tube into
Calaf
’s lower weapons bay. He glanced at the chrono woven into his uniform sleeve.
Almost ready,
he thought. Teleb wanted very much to be the first to have the honor of reporting his ship ready to take off on this mission.
A few breaths more, then I will take my bridge and be the first to make the announcement—

Then he caught sight of a tall dark shape walking quickly across the floor of the vast bay toward him, and he smiled slightly. Full dress uniform, glittering in black-gold and black; on departure day, you would never see Jisit in anything else. She was trying hard to look sober and serious, as befitted one setting out on an important mission, but such a demeanor always sat oddly on her as far as Teleb was concerned. His memory always overlaid them with the image of Jisit as she had been on that outrageous party night after her return from her first campaign, completely sozzled on ale, wearing a strange pointed hat with a tassel and singing “The High Queen’s Bastard Daughter” to her crew and his in a key yet to be discovered by any other sentient being.

“Well, Captain tr’Sathe,” she said, coming up to him and giving him two breaths’ worth of bow.

“Well, Captain t’Nennien,” he said, and gave it right back to her, to the very fraction of a second.

Then they both burst out laughing and collapsed into one another’s arms. “Are you excited?” she hissed into his ear. “I can’t bear it. I think I’ll scream.”

“Don’t. They’ll think you’re singing again.”

She laughed even harder and held him away. “Beast!”

“Guilty,” Teleb said. “Is
Teverresh
ready?”

“Two loads to go yet, and my master engineer is complaining about retuning the warp drive before we leave. You’ll beat me again, you fiddly little
neirrh.
”

He grinned. “I must keep you in your place somehow.”

“Oh, and what would that be?”