by David Brin
"Now, Gillian?"
"Almost, dear. Another minute."
"Those shipsss from the north seem to have decided. Several of them are turning this way… Correction, the whole skirmish is heading southward, toward usss!"
Gillian couldn't make herself feel too bad about drawing fire away from Tom's position. It was only returning his favor, after all.
"All right. You choose a trajectory. I want to head out east on the ecliptic, just as soon as that second fleet finishes turning toward the longboat."
Tsh't warbled an impatient sigh. "Aye, sir." She swam to the pilot's position and conferred with Lucky Kaa.
111 ::: Tom
He raised his head above the surface of the pool where he had taken refuge.
Where had everybody gone, all of a sudden?
Minutes ago the sky had been ablaze with pyrotechnics. Burning ships were falling out of the sky, right and left. Now he caught sight of a few stragglers, high in the distant sky, speeding southward.
It took him a moment to come up with a guess.
Thanks, Jill, he thought. Now give 'em hell for me.
112 ::: Takkata-Jim
Takkata-Jim spluttered in frustration. He was so busy there wasn't time to work on the fire controls. Desperate, he sent impulses shutting down whole blocks of computer memory. Finally, something worked. The weapons system turned off:
Frantically, he made the ship roll left and applied full thrust to escape a spread of torpedoes.
The two fleets were coming together quickly, with him in between.
Takkata-Jim intended to dive into the second fleet and stop behind it, conveying by his actions what he couldn't say by radio, that he was seeking protection.
But the controls wouldn't respond! He couldn't correct from his last evasive maneuver! He must have shut down too much memory!
The longboat streaked outward at right angles to the converging fleets, away from both of them.
Both fleets turned to follow.
113 ::: Streaker
"Now!" she said.
The pilot needed no urging. He had already been adding momentum. Now he applied full power. Streakers engines roared and she left the atmosphere on a crackling trail of ionization. The acceleration could be felt even through stasis, even inside the fluid-filled bridge.
The gray sea disappeared under a white blanket of clouds. The horizon became a curve, then an arc. Streaker fell outward into an ocean of stars.
"They're following us. The skirmishers from up north."
"How many?"
"About twenty." Tsh't listened to her neural link for a moment. "They're strung out. Except for a fairly big group at the rear, hardly any two of them seem to be of the same race. I hear shooting. They're fighting each other even as they chase us."
"How many in that final bunch?"
"Um… ssssix, I think."
"Well, let's see what we can do when we stretch our legs." The planet fell behind them as Lucky Kaa sent Streaker accelerating in the direction Gillian had chosen.
Beyond Kithrup's horizon, a great battle had begun. Her path kept her hidden by the planet's bulk for several minutes. Then they came into view of the conflagration.
A million kilometers away, space was filled with bright explosions and hackle-raising shrieks that feebly penetrated the psi-screens.
Tsh't commented. "The big boys are fighting over Takkata-Jim. We might even make it out of the system before the major fleets could catch up with usss."
Gillian nodded. Toshio's sacrifice had not been in vain.
"Then our problem is these little guys on our tail. Somehow we've got to shake them off. Maybe we can do a dodge behind the gas giant planet. How long until we can get to it?"
"It's hard to judge, Gillian. Maybe an hour. We can't use overdrive in system, and we're carrying a lot of excess mass."
Tsh't listened to her link, concentrating. "The ones on our tail have mostly stopped beating on each other. They may be damaged, but I think at least two of the lead ships will catch up with us about the time we reach the gasss giant."
Gillian looked at the holo tank. Kithrup had shrunk into a tiny ball in one corner, a sparkle of battle beyond it. On this side a chain of small dots showed Streaker's pursuers.
In the forward tank a shining pastel-striped globe began to grow. A huge world of frigid gas, looking much like Jupiter, swelled slowly but perceptibly.
Gillian pursed her lips and whistled softly. "Well, if we can't outrun them I guess we'll have to try an ambush."
Tsh't stared at her. "Gillian, those are battleships! We're only an overweight Snark-class survey ship!"
Gillian grinned. "This snark has become a boojum, girl. The Thennanin shell will do more than just slow us down. And we may be able to try something they'll never expect."
She didn't mention that, given a chance, she wanted to hang around this system a while, in case of a miracle.
"Have all loose objects been secured?"
"Sstandard procedure. It's been done."
"Good. Please order all crew out of the central bay. They're to strap themselves in wherever they can."
Tsh't gave the order, then turned back with a questioning look.
Gillian explained. "We're slow because we're overweight, right? They'll be shooting at us before we reach the cover of the gas giant, let alone overdrive range. Tell me, Tsh't, what's making us overweight?"
"The Thennanin shell!"
"And? What else?"
Tsh't looked puzzled.
Gillian hinted with a riddle.
* Living touch
The substance of motion -
* Like air, forgotten
Until it's gone! *
Tsh't stared blankly. Then she got it. Her eyes widened. "Pretty tricky, yesss. It just might work, at that. Still, I'm glad you told me. The crew are going to want to wear the right apparel."
Gillian tried to snap her fingers in the water, and failed. "Spacesuits! You're right! Tsh't, what would I do without you!"
114 ::: Galactics
"The side battle amongst all the remnant forces seems to have moved away from the planet," a Paha warrior reported. "They are streaming away from Kithrup, chasing a rather large vessel."
The Soro, Krat, finished paring a ling-plum. She fought to hide the nervous tremor in her left arm.
"Can you identify the one they pursue?"
"It does not appear to be the quarry."
The Paha tastefully ignored the fleet-mistress's obvious wave of relief on hearing this. "It is too large to be the Earth ship. We have tentatively identified it as a crippled Thennanin, although… "
"Yes?" Krat asked archly.
The Paha hesitated. "It behaves strangely. It is inordinately massive, and its motors seem to have a quasi-Tymbrimi tone. It is already too far to read clearly."
Krat grunted. "What is our status?"
"The Tandu parallel us, sniping at our flanks as we do theirs. We both chase the Earth scout. Both of us have ceased firing at the boat except when it gets too close to the other side."
Krat growled. "This vessel leads us farther and farther from the planet — from the true quarry. Have you contemplated a scoutship whose very purpose may have been to accomplish this?" she snapped.
The Paha considered, then nodded. "Yes, Fleet-Mother. It would be just like a Tymbrimi or wolfling trick. What do you suggest?" '
Krat was filled with frustration. It had to be a trick! Yet she couldn't abandon the chase, or the Tandu would capture the scoutship. And the longer the chase went on, the worse the attrition on both sides!
She threw the plum across the room. It splattered dead center on the rayed spiral glyph of the Library. A startled Pil jumped and squeaked in dismay, then glared at her insolently.
"Transmit Standard Truce Call Three," Krat commanded with distaste. "Contact the Tandu Stalker. We must put an end to this farce and get back to the planet at once!"
The Tandu Stalker asked the Trainer one more time. "
Can you arouse the Acceptor?"
The Trainer knelt before the Stalker, offering its own head. "I cannot. It has entered an orgasmic state. It is over-stimulated. Operant manipulation does not achieve success."
"Then we have no meta-physical way to investigate the strange chase behind us?"
"We do not. We can only use physical means."
The Stalker's legs ratcheted. "Go and remove your head. With your last volition, place it in my trophy rack."
The Trainer rasped assent.
"May the new one I grow serve you better."
"Indeed. But first," the Stalker suggested, "arrange to open a talk-line with the Soro. I shall sever the leg I use to talk with them, of course. But talk to them we now must."
Buoult bit at his elbow spikes, then used them to preen his ridgecrest. He had guessed correctly! He had taken the last six Thennanin ships out of the battle between the Tandu and Soro, and arrived at the planet in time to join a long chase. Ten ragged ships were ahead of him, chasing an object that could only dimly be made out.
"More speed," he urged. "The others are uncoordinated. While the Tandu and Soro chase a ruse, we are the only fair-sized squadron in the vicinity! We must chase!"
Far ahead of the Thennanin, a Gubru captain ruffled its feathers and cackled.
"We catch up! We catch up with the lumbering thing! And look! Now that we are near, look and see that its emanations are human! They fly inside a shell, but now we are near and can look and see and catch that which is inside that shell!
"Now we are near, and will catch them!"
Failure was still possible, of course. But total defeat would be unpermissible.
"If we cannot catch them," it reminded itself, "then we must make certain to destroy them."
115 ::: Streaker
The gas giant loomed ahead. The heavily laden Streaker lumbered toward it.
"They'll expect us to dive in close for a tight hyperbolic," Tsh't commented. "It's generally a good tactic when being chased in a planetary system. A quick thrusst while we're swinging near the planet can translate into a major shift in direction."
Gillian nodded. "That's what they'll expect, but that's not what we'll do."
They watched the screens as three large blips grew and then took form as solid figures — ships with ugly battle-scars and uglier weapons.
The great bulk of the planet began to intrude even as the pursuing ships grew larger.
"Are all fen secured?"
"Yesss!"
"Then you choose the time, Lieutenant. You have a better feel for space battles than I. You know what we want to do."
Tsh't clapped her jaws together. "I do, Gillian."
They dove toward the planet.
"Sssoon. Soon they'll be committed…" Tsh't's eyes narrowed. She concentrated on sound images, transmitted by her neural link. The bridge was silent except for the nervous clicking of dolphin sonar. Gillian was reminded of tense situations on human ships, when half the crew would be whistling through their teeth without ever being aware of it.
"Get-t ready," Tsh't told the engineering crew by intercom.
The pursuing ships disappeared briefly behind the planet's limb.
"Now!" she cried for Suessi to hear. "Open the rear locks! Activate all pumps!" She swung to the pilot. "Launch that decoy probe! Hard lateral acceleration! Apply stasis to compensate all but one g rearward! Repeat, allow one gravity rearward in the ship!"
Half the control boards in the bridge sprouted red light. Forewarned, the crew overrode safeguards as the contents of Streaker's central bay flew out behind her into the vacuum of open space.
The Gubru captain was concerned with a Pthaca ship encroaching on its lead. The commander contemplated maneuvers to destroy the Pthaca, but the master computer suddenly squawked frantically for attention.
"They have not done that!" the captain chanted as it stared in disbelief at the display. "They cannot have done such a thing. They cannot have found such a devilish trap. They cannot have…"
It watched the Pthaca ship collide at a large fraction of light speed with a barrier that had not been there minutes before.
It was only a diffuse stream of gas particles, drifting in their path. But, unexpected, it met the Pthaca warship's screens like a solid wall. At a fair fraction of light speed, any barrier was deadly.
"Veer off " the Gubru commanded. "Fire all weapons on the quarry!"
Fiery energy lanced out, but the beams stuck an intangible wall between the Gubru and the rapidly turning Earth ship.
"Water!" it shrieked as it read the spectral report. "A barrier of water vapor! A civilized race could not have found such a trick in the Library! A civilized race could not have stooped so low! A civilized race would not have…"
It screamed as the Gubru ship hit a cloud of drifting snowflakes.
Lightened by megatonnes, Streaker screamed about in an arc far tighter than she could have managed minutes before. Her locks closed, and the ship slowly refilled with air. Internal anti-gravity was reapplied. Her spacesuited crewfen flew back to their duty stations from the hull rooms where they had taken refuge.
In the still water-filled bridge, Gillian watched the annihilation of the first two pursuing vessels. The crew cheered as the third battered cruiser swerved desperately, then suffered a malfunction at the last moment, and collided disastrously with the diffuse cloud. It dissolved into a flat ball of plasma.
"The rest of them are still out of sight beyond the gas giant," Gillian said. "After the chase from Kithrup, they'll think they know our dynamic, and never guess we could turn around like this!"
Tsh't looked less certain. "Perhapsss. We did fire off a decoy probe along our old flight path, mimicking our radiation. They may chase it.
"At least I'd be willing to bet they'll come in on a tight and fast hyperbolic-c."
"And we'll pick 'em off as they come!" Gillian felt a little giddy. There was just a chance they might be able to do it cleanly, so cleanly that they might be able to lie low, to wait a little longer for Hikahi and Creideiki. For another miracle.
Streaker groaned as she fought to change direction.
"Suessi says the wall braces are under stresss," Lucky Kaa reported. "He asks if you're going to be turning off stasis again, or pulling any other… uh, he calls them 'wild, crazy, female maneuvers.' His words, sssir!"
Gillian gave no answer. Suessi certainly didn't expect one.
Streaker completed her sharp turn and sped back the way she had come, just as two more battle cruisers came into view around the limb of the gas giant.
"Get 'em, Tsh't," Gillian told the dolphin officer. An outrage she had not allowed to show in weeks of frustration came out in her voice. "Use your own tactics. But get them!"
"Yesss!" Tsh't noted Gillian's balled fists. She felt it too. "Now!"
She whirled and called to the crew.
* Patiently,
We took the insults —
* Patiently,
Evil intent —
* Now we stop,
Patient no longer —
* Dream and logic,
Join in combat!!
The bridge crew cheered. Streaker dove toward the surprised foe.
116 ::: Galactics
The voice of the Soro matriarch growled out of the communications web. "Then we are in agreement to stop this chase and join our forces?"
The Tandu Stalker promised itself it would remove two legs, not one, for the shame of making this agreement.
"Yes," it replied. "If we continue in the present manner, we will only erode ourselves down to nothing. You Soro fight well, for vermin. Let us unite and end it."
Krat made it explicit. "We swear by Pact Number One, the oldest and most binding to be found in the Library, to capture the Earthlings together, to extract the information together, and to seek out together the emissaries of our ancestors, to let them be the judges of our dispute."
"Agreed," the Tandu assented. "Now let us finish here and turn abou
t together to seize the prize."
117 ::: Takkata-Jim
He now understood what humans meant by a "Nantucket sleighride."
Takkata-Jim was tired. He had fled for what seemed like hours. Every time he tried to make the boat drift to one side, so he could surrender to one party, the other side fired salvos between him and his goal, forcing him back.
Then, some time ago, he detected a long chain of ships leaving Kithrup in the other direction. It didn't take much to figure out that Streaker was making her move.
It's over, then, he thought. I tried to do my duty as I saw it, and save my own life at the same time. Now the die is cast. My plan is lost.
I'm lost. There's nothing I can do except, maybe, buy Streaker a few minutes.
Some time ago the two fleets had stopped tearing at each other as they chased him. Takkata-Jim realized they were coming to an agreement.
Suddenly his receiver buzzed with a basic contact code in Galactic One. The message was simple… stop and surrender to the combined Tandu-Soro fleet.
Takkata-Jim, clapped his jaws together. He hadn't a transmitter, so he couldn't respond. But if he stopped dead in space they would probably take that as a surrender.
He delayed until the message had been repeated three times. Then he began decreasing speed… but slowly. Very slowly, drawing out the time.
When the Galactics had drawn close, and their threats began to sound final, Takkata-Jim sighed and turned the longboat's fire-control computers back on.
The boat bucked as small missiles leaped away. He applied full thrust again.
When both flotillas simultaneously fired volleys of missiles at him, he tried to evade, of course. It would be unsporting to give up.
But he didn't have the heart for a major effort. Instead, while he waited, he worked on a poem.
* The saddest of things
To a dolphin — even me—
