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Torin ignored him. She knew defensive when she heard it. *Merik, what the hell is taking Presit and Ceelin so long?* *They are being on their way. Presit are making sure she are having full remote access to Sector Central.*
Of course she was.
"You've got supplies on board for a tenday-there's ice in the converter, you shouldn't have to capture more. Torin…"
Torin was fully capable of looking out over a platoon of Marines and keeping her opinion of the situation-of any situation, good or bad-from showing. Here and now, she didn't bother.
Pedro winced. "It's your life to throw away, but you're delusional if you think he's alive. Craig's dead."
"No, he isn't!" Helena pushed past her parents-the other three had gathered at the far edge of the cargo bay, unwilling to be contaminated by hope. She ran across to the air lock as they shouted her name and followed. Instead of her usual station overalls and soft shoes, she wore scuffed boots and a jacket that was just a little too big for her. A small green duffel bag hung over one shoulder. "I'm going with you. I'm probably a better pilot than you are," she added quickly, "and I know what to do if the Star gets weird."
"I'm sorry, Helena," Torin stepped forward, physically cutting off whatever Pedro had been about to say. "But you're too young."
"I'm not!"
She closed her hands on the girl's shoulders, met her gaze, and held it. "Thank you for offering. I don't doubt your courage or your commitment, but I can tell you right now, that in order to get Craig back, I'm going to do things no fourteen year old should have to deal with. Even if you survived the experience, parts of you would die. I won't be responsible for that, and you're three years away from taking responsibility for yourself."
"But I want…"
"I know." And she did. She'd seen it a hundred times. Kids who'd lost friends or family in the war-a station destroyed, a colony attacked, a ship lost-and had joined up because hitting back was the only way they could make sense of what had happened. It wasn't as simple as just taking revenge-although she'd seen plenty of those kids, too-they didn't join because they hated the enemy, they joined because they'd loved something and lost it.
Helena searched her face for mockery and finally nodded, eyes glistening. "You'll bring him back?"
"I'll bring him back."
Leaning in a little closer, she peered into Torin's eyes. Torin knew what the girl was searching for and she let her look. Finally Helena nodded, one corner of her mouth twisting up, and she said, "They don't know what they're in for, do they?"
Torin gave her back the smile she'd been attempting. "No, they don't."
"The child are not going with us, right?" Presit's voice carried.
"No, she isn't." Torin gave Helena's shoulders a final squeeze and released her, the space where her hands had been almost immediately taken by Alia, who clutched her daughter to her protectively. Helena shook her mother off, eyes rolling.
"Good. It are an old vid adage never to be appearing with the young of any species. One way or another, they are always going to be making you look bad." Presit patted Helena's arm approvingly as she passed. The girl looked startled but pleased. "Ceelin, you are being careful with the camera. It are being the conscience of the cowardly."
The Elder Races may have brought Human, diTaykan, and Krai into the Confederation to fight their war, too pacifist to take up weapons and keep themselves from slaughter, but some of the Mid Races were clearly willing to draw blood.
"He agreed to come?" Torin asked quietly as Ceelin crossed the cargo bay all but buried under an impossible amount of gear.
Presit snorted. "Please, I are practically having to lock Merik in the ship to keep him from coming."
"Merik has his…" She closed her teeth on orders. "… part to play before he meets us at Val Doron Station. But Ceelin…"
"Ceelin are knowing the odds. He are also knowing you and I are where the career-building stories are being. He are ambitious. Also…" She fluffed her ruff. "… I think he are having jurnifa for me."
"You honestly don't think they'll be any help," Pedro muttered as Presit disappeared into the ship. "And don't give me that bullshit about her being Craig's friend."
Torin thought about flattening him. Didn't. But it was close. "You'd be amazed at how few people shoot at the media, all things considered." She nodded again at Helena-good-bye and thank you and don't worry, we'll bring him back all layered onto the movement-then paused, just inside the Second Star's air lock. "You went out after Jan and Sirin."
Alia had the grace to look embarrassed. "To find out what happened. We know what happened to Craig."
Torin laid her palm against the control pad, one finger bent to touch the plastic trim. "No," she said quietly, "you don't. Craig told me once that you took care of your own. He was wrong. All you're willing to do is throw parties for the dead."
Pedro's small ship was the same basic model as the Promise-rectangular cabin with the control panel and two chairs across one narrow end, bunk and the hatch into the head across the other. The air lock and suit storage took up the majority of one long wall while across from it were general storage, cooking facilities, and a half-oval table with two chairs that snapped out from recesses in the wall. Because the Second Star had an additional three-by-three module, some of the storage space had been replaced by another hatch across from the air lock. Presit claimed this space as hers and graciously permitted Ceelin and their equipment to share it.
"I are willing to support you in front of fools and cowards," Presit a
"The station's docking computer is in control until we clear the panel array," Torin told her without looking up from the board. She'd been surprised to learn the station had a docking computer and wondered if they hadn't trusted her to leave on her own without causing deliberate damage. Fair enough. She didn't trust herself.
"Not what I are asking. You are having a plan?"
A call from the station pinged the ship before Torin could answer. Unlike the steady stream of data still being downloaded through Pedro's personal comm to the Second Star, this message was addressed specifically to her.
"Kerr, go."
The Krai on the screen looked nervous, his nose ridges opening and closing so quickly they seemed to be fluttering. "Gu
"I remember you." An ex-Marine who'd done two contracts, Kenersk had fought with the Four Three, holding the line during the evacuation of the Denar Colony, so she let the form of address stand. Turned out, he'd also been the Krai who'd allowed Winkler to get his hands on the cup of sah-which was why she remembered him.
"I don't know if it'll help, but I can tell you where you can find a pirate ship."
Torin waited.
After a moment, Kenersk rubbed a hand over the bristles on his head and continued. "It's a Krai ship, the Dargonar. All Krai. Captain Firrg hates Humans, I mean, really, really hates them. Don't know what she thinks about di'Taykan, but Humans, Humans she obsessively hates."
"I got that, Kenersk." The information might have been a warning. Or possibly merely Kenersk trying to talk himself into the betrayal.
"Yeah, well, they say she likes to pick off the occasional ore carrier-just the drones, though, and never often enough to set off alarms-and they say she sells the ore at the Prospect Processing Station. They say, she'll be at Prospect in two days."
"Who are saying…"