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“Oh, I’m sure she’ll appreciate that, Sir.”
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“It looks like you’re right, Sir,” Commander Basil Amami said. His dark-complexioned face was alight with enthusiasm, and Obrad Bajkusa forced himself to bite his tongue firmly. Amami was a more than competent officer. He also happened to be senior to Bajkusa, but only by a few months. Under other circumstances, Bajkusa would have been more than willing to debate Amami’s conclusions, and especially to have tried to abate the other officer’s obvious enthusiasm. Unfortunately, Amami was also Commodore Dunecki’s executive officer. It was Bajkusa’s personal opinion that one major reason for Amami’s present position was that he idolized Dunecki. Bajkusa didn’t think Dunecki had set out to find himself a sycophant—or not deliberately and knowingly, at any rate—but Amami’s very competence tended to keep people, Dunecki included, from wondering whether there was any other reason for his assignment. Perhaps the fact that his XO always seemed to agree with him should have sounded a warning signal for an officer as experienced as Dunecki, but it hadn’t, and over the long months that Dunecki and Amami had served together, the commodore had developed an almost paternal attitude towards the younger man.
Whatever the internal dynamics of their relationship, Bajkusa had long since noticed that they had a tendency to double-team anyone who disagreed with or opposed them. Again, that was scarcely something which anyone could legitimately object to, since the two of them were supposed to be a mutually supporting command team, but it was clear to Bajkusa in this case that Amami’s statement of agreement with Dunecki only reinforced the conclusion which the commodore had already reached on his own. Which meant that no mere commander in his right mind was going to argue with them both, however tenuous he might think the evidence for their conclusion was.
“Perhaps I was right, and perhaps I wasn’t,” Dunecki told Amami, but his cautionary note seemed more pro forma than genuine, Bajkusa thought. The commodore nodded in Bajkusa’s direction. “Javelin did well, Captain,” he said. “I appreciate your effort, and I’d like you to tell your entire ship’s company that, as well.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Bajkusa replied. Then he decided to see if he couldn’t interject a small note of caution of his own into the discussion. Indirectly, of course. “It was a closer thing than the raw log chips might indicate, though, Sir. Their EW was very good. We’d closed to just a little over two light-minutes, and I didn’t even have a clue that they were a warship until they cleared their wedge. I was holding my overtake down mainly because I didn’t want to attract anyone else’s attention, but it never even occurred to me that the ‘merchie’ I was closing in on was a damned cruiser!”
“I can certainly understand why that would have been a shock,” Dunecki agreed wryly.
“Especially in a system the damned Manties are hanging on to so tightly,” Amami put in, and Bajkusa nodded sharply.
“That was my own thought,” he said. “It’s not like the Manties to invite a Confed cruiser in to keep an eye on their interests. It’s usually the other way around,” he added, watching the commodore carefully out of the corner of one eye. Dunecki frowned, and for just a moment the commander hoped that his superior was considering the thing that worried him, but then Dunecki shrugged.
“No, it’s not,” he acknowledged. “But your sensor readings make it fairly clear that it was either an awfully big light cruiser or decidedly on the small size for a heavy. God knows the Confeds have such a collection of odds and sods that they could have sent just about anything in to watch Melchor, but the Manties don’t have any light cruisers that come close to the to
Bajkusa wanted to continue the debate, if that was really what it was, but he had to admit that Dunecki had a point. A rather sizable one, in fact. Much as he loved Javelin, Bajkusa was perfectly well aware why no major naval power was still building frigates and why those navies which had them were retiring them steadily. They were the smallest class of hyper-capable warship, with a to
So, yes, Commodore Dunecki had a point. What Manticoran cruiser captain in his right mind would have let anything get that close without detection. And if he had detected Javelin on her way in, then why in Heaven’s name clear his wedge before he had her into engagement range? It certainly couldn’t have been because he was afraid of the outcome!
“No,” Dunecki said with another shake of his head. “Whoever this joker is, he’s no Manty, and we know for a fact that no Andermani ships would be in Melchor under present conditions, so that really only leaves one thing he could be, doesn’t it? Which means that he’s in exactly the right place for our purposes. And as small as he is, there’s no way he can match A
“Absolutely, Sir!” Amami enthused.
“But he may not be there for long,” Dunecki mused aloud, “and I’d hate to let him get away—or, even worse—find out that Wegener is worried enough about keeping an eye on his investment that he doubles up on his picket there and comes up with something that could give us a real fight. That means we have to move quickly, but we also need to be sure we coordinate properly, Commander Bajkusa. So I think that while I take A
He smiled thinly, and Bajkusa smiled back, because on that point at least, he had complete and total faith in Dunecki’s judgment.
Honor dragged herself wearily through the hatch and collapsed facedown on her bunk with a heartfelt groan. Nimitz leapt from her shoulder at the last moment and landed on the pillow where he turned to regard her with a reproving flirt of his tail. She paid him no attention at all, and he bleeked a quiet laugh and curled down beside her to rest his nose gently in the short-cropped, silky fuzz of her hair.
“Keeping us out late, I see, Ma’am,” a voice observed brightly, and Honor turned her head without ever lifting it completely off the pillow. She lay with it under her right cheek and turned a slightly bloodshot and profoundly disapproving eye upon Audrey Bradlaugh.