Mutineer's Moon

His voice broke and he cleared his throat, then stopped with a little headshake and sat. There was silence, but it was a silence of shared emotions too deep for expression, and then all eyes switched to Colin as he rose slowly. He met their assembled gazes calmly, acutely aware of the way the paired stars of his own Fleet rank glittered upon his collar, then looked down at Horus.

“Thank you, Horus,” he said softly. “I wish I could count myself among those extraordinary people you just referred to, but I can’t unless, perhaps, by adoption.”

He held Horus’s eyes a moment, then swung back to face the hangar deck.

“You all know how I came to hold the position I hold, and how much more deeply some of you merited it. I can’t change what happened, but everything Horus just said holds true for me, as well. I’m honored to have known you, much less to have the privilege, however it came my way, of commanding you.

“And there’s another thing. I insisted Horus wear the Fleet’s uniform today. He argued with me, as he’s done a time or two before—” that won a ripple of laughter, as he’d known it would “—but I insisted for a reason. Our Imperials stopped wearing that uniform because they felt they’d dishonored it, and perhaps they had, but Anu’s people have retained it, and therein lies the true dishonor. You made a mistake—a horrible mistake you—fifty thousand years ago, but you also recognized your error. You’ve done all that anyone could, far more than anyone could have demanded of you, to right the wrong you did, and your children and descendants and allies have fought and died beside you.”

He paused and, like Horus, drew a deep breath. When he spoke again, his voice was very formal, almost harsh.

“All of that is true, yet the fact remains that you are criminals under Fleet Regulations. You know it. I know it. Dahak knows it. And, if the Imperium remains, someday Fleet Central will know it, for you have agreed to surrender yourselves to the justice of the Imperium. I honor and respect you for that decision, but on the eve of an operation from which so many may not return, matters so important to you all, so fundamental to all you have striven for, ca

“Now, therefore, I, Senior Fleet Captain Colin MacIntyre, Imperial Battle Fleet, Officer Commanding, Dahak Hull Number One-Seven-Seven-Two-Nine-One, by the authority vested in me under Fleet Regulation Nine-Seven-Two, Subsection Three, do hereby convene an extraordinary court martial to consider the actions of certain perso

“The crew of sublight battleship Nergal, Hull Number SBB—One-Seven-Seven-Two-Nine-One-One-Three stands charged before this Court with violation of Articles Nineteen, Twenty, and Twenty-Three of the Articles of War, in that they did raise armed rebellion against their lawful superiors; did attempt to seize their vessel and desert, the Imperium then being in a state of readiness for war; and, in commission and consequence of those acts, did also cause the deaths of many of their fellow crewmen and contribute to the abandonment of others upon this planet.

“The Court has considered the testimony of the accused and the evidence of its own observations, as well as the evidence of the said battleship Nergal’s log and other relevant records. Based upon that evidence and testimony, the Court has no choice but to find the accused guilty of all specifications and to strip them of all rank and privilege as officers and enlisted perso

A vast, quiet susurration rippled through the hangar deck, but no one spoke. No one could speak.

“In addition to those individuals actively participating in the mutiny, there are among Nergal’s present crew certain individuals, then minor children or born to the core crew and/or descendants of Dahak’s core crew, and hence members of the crew of the said Dahak. Under strict interpretation of Article Twenty, these individuals might be considered accomplices after the fact, in that they did not attempt to suppress the mutiny and punish the mutineers aboard the said Nergal when they came of age. In their case, however, and in view of the circumstances, all charges are dismissed.

“The Court wishes, however, to note certain extenuating circumstances discovered in Nergal’s records and by personal observation. Specifically, the Court wishes to record that the guilty parties did, at the cost of the lives of almost seventy percent of their number, attempt to rectify the wrong they had done. The Court further wishes to record its observation that the subsequent actions of these mutineers and their descendants and allies have been in the finest traditions of the Fleet, far surpassing in both duration and scope any recorded devotion to duty in the Fleet’s records.

“Now, therefore, under Article Nine of the Imperial Constitution, I, Senior Fleet Captain Colin MacIntrye, as senior officer present on the planet Earth, do hereby declare myself Planetery Governor of the colony upon that planet upon the paramount authority of the Imperial Government. As Planetary Governor, I herewith exercise my powers under Article Nine, Section Twelve, of the Constitution, and pronounce and decree—” he let his eyes sweep over the taut, assembled faces “—that all perso

“This Court,” he finished quietly, “is adjourned.”

He sat in a ringing silence and turned slowly to look at Horus. It had taken weeks of agonized thought to reach his decision and mind-numbing days studying the relevant regulations to find the authority and precedents he required. In one sense, it might not matter at all, for it was as apparent to the northerners as to anyone in the south that the Imperium might well have fallen. But in another, far more important sense it meant everything … and was the very least he could do for the people Horus had so rightly called “extraordinary.”

“Thank—” Horus broke off to clear his husky throat. “Thank you, sir,” he said softly. “For myself and my fellows.”

A sound came from the hangar deck, a sigh that was almost a sob, and then everyone was on his or her feet. The thunder of their cheers bounced back from the battle steel bulkheads, battering Colin with fists of sound, but under the tumult, he heard one voice in his very ear as Jiltanith gripped his arm in fingers of steel.

“I thank thee, Colin MacIntyre,” she said softly. “Howsoe’er it chanced, thou’rt a captain, indeed, as wise as thou’rt good. Thou hast gi’en my father and my family back their souls, and from the bottom of my heart, I thank thee.”

It took time to restore calm, yet it was time Colin could never begrudge. These were his people, now, in every sense of the word, and if mortal man could achieve their purpose, his people would do it.