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"Guardship politics. I made a mistake, staying. I don't fit this reality at all. Some of the Deified are going to try to kill you. But I don't see how they could."
— 144 —
Lupo hugged everybody, including Turtle, then hugged everybody again. For hours everybody told everyone what had happened for a year and a half. "You pulled it off!" Provik enthused. "I don't believe it. But why did you come back, Kez Maefele? I thought you'd do another long disappearance."
"I hope I have." The Ku looked around. "And there was nowhere else where I had more friends."
Lupo was startled. He heard truth there, if not the whole truth. "There's more."
"Yes. When I gave WarAvocat the data, all I gave him was what he needed to silence the methane breathers. I reserved information about several tag ends with no military significance. If I could find a partner willing to share the wealth of that waste space with the Ku people..."
Lupo burst out laughing. "You never stop scheming, do you?"
"Do you? I have to be what I was made to be."
"You have a deal. Down the middle. I'll put up equipment and capital. You come up with the manpower and keep the Guardships out of our hair. They haven't given up on us."
"No. But VII Gemina will be occupied with internal problems perhaps long enough for us to become a matter of no consequence."
"I hope so. Come on, we have to have an all-Canon blowout to celebrate the most bizarre passage in modern history."
— 145 —
Jo caught AnyKaat's signal, cocked the hairsplitter she had kept as a souvenir. Two furtive OpsCrew types came along an aisle between vats, supporting a limber-limbed replica of Makarska Vis.
WarAvocat had anticipated his enemies correctly.
The OpsCrew conspirators were headed for Perso
Jo stepped into their path, aimed at Vis's forehead, blew her brains out. After the woman fell, Jo shot her through the head twice more, walked away.
The Deified Makarska Vis was dead forever. There was no way she could be restored.
Jo figured the Deified would get WarAvocat's message.
— 146 —
Seeker and Amber Soul were beside Strate when he took VII Gemina into the waste space. Colonel Klass and AnyKaat were there to help communicate. WarAvocat was awed by the stellar display, which had been invisible from Webspace. "I wasn't convinced," he said. "Until now. You could hide anything in that."
The Godspeakers had plenty of warning, though WarAvocat used Helispi
Strate told Klass, "Tell him to concentrate on tracking those things." Minutes after VII Gemina's breakaway Seeker had a
"It's a repository for genes and knowledge," Klass said. "Without one there could be no more Godspeakers."
"Why hasn't he mentioned it before? He's been holding out."
"We destroyed the original when we hit their homeworld. He says he didn't think they could put another one together. They've never had two at once, ever."
WarAvocat knew little about the biology of the methane breathers. He did not care. They were the enemy. Their biology signified only when it could be used against them.
He did not accept Seeker's claim. He had known. Brood masses had to be the reason he'd been so keen to get a Guardship out here....
Dammit! He'd turned the Ku loose for nothing. Seeker could have gotten them here if only they had had sense enough to ask the right questions.
The Meddinians had high moral pretensions. No matter the pragmatic necessity they'd never admit a desire for genocide. They would not want to take the guilt back home.
His rider force was too weak. The Outsiders forced it back, launched a counterattack VII Gemina repelled with difficulty.
WarAvocat feared he had been too optimistic. Or maybe he had been suckered again, if Kez Maefele had sent the Guardship to its destruction.
That would be the perfect solution from his point of view, wouldn't it? Let VII Gemina be destroyed finishing the Godspeaker threat so he would have no enemies left over.
Klass reported Seeker sensing one of the habitats begi
A second attack came in. He rode this one out behind his screen, using Helispi
He noticed an interesting phenomenon: Every ship capable of climbing onto the Web, which had neither methane breather nor human aboard, expended its munitions and ran for the tag end.
The glue of loyalty had come unstuck. They would make no last stand for masters who would abandon them.
Klass reported the second habitat moving, but slowly. Seeker said it was less finished than the first.
The fight at the station was no epic to be recalled for a thousand years. WarAvocat took VII Gemina into the cleared space, screen maxed, ignored the two methane-breather heavies and a dozen human warships, picked an angle from which the station could not defend itself, ran out the fu
The Outsiders attacked continuously, desperately. WarAvocat heard grumbling because he would not fight back. He ignored it.
The habitat scurried into a swarm of cold matter. That suited WarAvocat fine. There was so much garbage flying around, the Outsiders could not bring but a fraction of their strength to bear. He went to prophylactic screening and began picking them off—never slowing in his pursuit of the habitat.
Catching up took more than a day.
The moment the inevitable became obvious, the Outsiders gave up trying to prevent it.
WarAvocat shouted, "Colonel Klass! Ask Seeker if they can form another brood mass if we destroy both habitats."
She did so. "Negative, sir."
"They've decided to concentrate on saving the other one, then. Do we have contact still?"
"Yes, sir."
"If he loses it, I'll slice off his ears. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
The habitat, once caught, was easy. It had no defenses and could not maneuver.
WarAvocat was in his element now, dealing with an enemy of known strength and capability who was locked into a mission with absolute parameters.
The Outsiders left one watcher—which he deluded with the guile of a Ku and waylaid before he finished the habitat.
Then the real chase was on. It was apparent quickly that it would not be over soon. They knew the waste space. He did not. But he knew where they were and, for the moment, he was invisible to them.