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“Please,” a mahendo’sat voice came through, relayed suddenly from Hilfy’s board to hers. “Stand off from station. We appeal to all sides for calm. We suggest arbitration…”
They had thrown that out on longrange, plea to all the system, to all their unruly guests, this station full of i
And among them, Starchaser.
“That had to antedate the other message,” Pyanfar said morosely. “It’s all old history at station.” That for Hilfy, to get her mind straight. Tully was still talking: she took the translator plug from her ear, shutting down all communication from that quarter, trusting Geran’s not inconsiderable right arm if all else failed.
“Captain.” That was Chur on allship. ” Lifesupport’s on and the lock’s sealed again.”
“Understood, Chur,” she muttered, plying the keyboard and calling up her course plottings. “Take station in lower-deck op.” She would rather Chur on the bridge; but there was Tully loose; there was a kif loose, and time ru
“Negative,” Hilfy said calmly enough. “Repeat of message. I’m getting a garble out of ships insystem, no sign yet of any disruption. The k
That sound moaned through main com again, a transmission increasingly clear and distinct. Closer to them in this maelstrom of dust and debris. Pyanfar sucked in a breath. “Stand by to transmit, full sensors, all systems; I want a look out there, cousins.” She started throwing switches. The Pride’s nervous system came alive again in flares of color and light, busy ripplings across the boards as systems recalibrated themselves. She hit propulsion and reoriented, reached for the main comp.
“Gods,” Tirun muttered, throwing to her number-one screen the scan image which was coming in, a dusty soup pocked with rocks. “Ship,” Haral said suddenly, number-one scan, and overrode with that sectorized image. Panic hit Pyanfar’s gut. That was close to them, and moving.
“Resolution,” she demanded. The Pride was accelerating, without her shields as yet. The whisper of dust over the hull became a shriek, a scream: they hit a rock and it shrilled along the hull; hit another and a screen erupted with static. “Gods, this muck!”
“Shields,” Haral said.
“Not yet.”
“No resolution,” Tirun said. “Too much debris out there. We’re still blind.”
“Gods rot it.” She hit the airlock control, blew it. “We lost something,” Tirun said; “Beeper output,” Hilfy said at once. “Loud and clear. Aunt, is that our decoy?”
Pyanfar ignored the questions, harried. “Longrange com to my board. Now.”
It came through unquestioned, a light on her panel. She put the mike in. “This is Pyanfar Chanur, Hinukku. We’ve just put a pod out the lock. Call it enough, hakkikt. Leave off.”
And breaking that contact, to Hilfy: “Get that on repeat, imp, twice over; and then cut all signal output and ID transmission and output the signal on translator cha
Half a second of paralysis: Hilfy reached for the board, froze and then punched something else over, static-ridden snarl, a hani voice. “Chanur! Go! We’re moving!” It repeated, a rising shriek of urgency like that of the debris against the hull.
“It’s not our timeline,” Pyanfar snapped at Hilfy, but Hilfy was already moving again, outputting one transmission, then clearing, reaching with ears back and a panicked look after what recording she had been ordered, however insane.
“Prime course laid,” Haral pronounced imperturbably. “Referent bracketed.”
“Stand by.” Their acceleration continued: the dust screamed over the hull. Another screen broke up and recovered.
“Aunt,” Hilfy exclaimed, “we’re outputting k
“Right we are,” Pyanfar said through her teeth. She angled The Pride for system zenith, where no outgoing ship belonged. A prickle of sweat chilled her nose, sickly cold, and the wail over the hull continued. “Readout behind us,” Geran said, “confirmed k
And a kif voice: “Regrettable decision, Faha Captain.”
Pyanfar spat and gulped air against the drag of g, vision tu
“Second ship,” Tirun said. “34 by 32 our referent.”
“Get me Starchaser’s course,” Pyanfar said.
“Been trying,” Haral said. “Bearing NSR station, best guess uncertain.” Figures leaped to the number two screen, a schematic covering a quarter of Urtur’s dust-barriered system, below them, system referent.
“K
Pyanfar hesitated half a beat in turning, a glance at scan which flashed intercept probable on that ship trailing them. K
No way to help the Faha. None. Starchaser was on her own. K
“Screens,” she snapped at Haral. She reached for drive control, uncapped switches. “Stand by. Going to throw our navigation all to blazes; I’ll keep Alijuun off our nose when we cycle back.” She pulsed the jump drive, once, twice, three times, microsecond darings of the vanes. Her stomach lurched, pulse quickened until the blood congested in her nose and behind her eyes, narrowing vision to a hazed pinpoint. They were blind a third time, instruments robbed of regained referents, velocity boosted in major increments. Dead, if Haral failed them now. But they were old hands at Urtur, knew the system, had a sense where they were even blinded, from a known start.
Down the throat of the kif s search pattern, from zenith… she pulsed the vanes again, another increment, swallowed hard against the di
That, for whatever they had done against Starchaser, skin their backsides for them, a streaking search for a target.
“Ai!” Haral yelped, and instruments flared, near collision. “Chanur!” she heard: the name would be infamy here as at Meetpoint. There were surges and flares all over the board. She pulsed out and in again and the instruments went manic. “Gods,” Haral moaned, “I almost had it.”
“Now, Haral! for the gods’ sake find it!”
Instruments flickered and screens static-mad sorted themselves, manifoldly offended. An alien scream erupted from their own com. Tully, Pyanfar reckoned suddenly: his drugs were not quick enough. They had betrayed him like the kif.
Image appeared on her number one screen: Alijuun. The star was sighted and bracketed and the ID was positive.
“Hail” she yelled, purest relief, and hit the jump pulse for the long one. Her voice wound in and out in a dozen colors, coiled and recoiled through the lattices which opened for them, and the stomach-wrenching sensation of jump swallowed them down…