Star Song and Other Stories Part 28
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"Yes." I waved a hand around. "You've been surrounded for decades by aging, crippled Chihuahuas. That's not what most of the flapblacks are like."
"And what are they like?"
"Big, exuberant malamutes," I told him. "And with all due respect, your people may understand them, but we know how to make them run."
For a moment there was silence. Then, with a sigh, Peter nodded. "I'm still not convinced," he said. "But you're right, it has to be tried."
"Thank you." I turned to Jimmy. "Go take a look at that player interface of Chen's and see what kind of music she's got programmed onto it. Then get in touch with that musician you were visiting this morning and have him whistle up the colony's whole music contingent.
"We're going to have ourselves a concert."
The Grand Center of the Arts was considerably smaller than I would have expected for a place with such an impressive t.i.tle, though considering the colony's limited populace I suppose its size made sense. The main auditorium was compact but with a feeling of s.p.a.ciousness to it and a main floor that would supposedly seat two thousand people.
We were only going to need a fraction of that capacity tonight. Gathered together by the front of the stage were Jimmy and the sixty-eight colonists he'd been able to sift through his impromptu musicmaster screening test in the past six hours. Above them in the balcony, I waited with Peter and eighty hand-picked colonists who were considered especially in tune with the flapblacks. Star Spirits. Whatever.
A motion down at the stage caught my eye: Jimmy, his final instructions completed, was giving me the high sign. I waved acknowledgement and keyed the radio link Suzenne had set up to the Sergei Rock in its hangar slot. "Bilko?
Looks like we're about ready here. You all set?"
"Roger that," he confirmed. "Inertial's all calibrated and warmed up. If you get this chunk of rock moving, we'll know it."
"Okay," I said. "Stand ready."
I stepped over to Peter, standing alone at the balcony rail gazing down at the musicians gathered below. "We're all ready, sir," I said. "You can give the order any time."
He smiled faintly, a smile that didn't touch his eyes. "You give the order, Captain. It's your show."
I shook my head. "It may be my show. But it's your world."
His smile became something almost sad as he turned to face the others on the balcony. "Your attention, please," he said. "We're ready. Tell the Ancients it's time, and ask them to move away from the colony."
For a long moment there was silence. Then Peter turned back to me and nodded.
"It's all clear," he said. "They may begin."
I looked down at Jimmy and raised my hand. He nodded and fiddled with something on Chen's player interface; and faintly from the tiles beneath my feet I heard the drone of the C-sharp pre-music call. A few seconds later the tone was replaced by the opening bra.s.s fanfare of the first movement of Tchaikovsky's Fourth Symphony.
I waited a few bars, then keyed my radio link. "Bilko?"
"Yeah, I can hear the music," he said. "I had a flapblack shoot past, I think, but so far-wait a second. I thought the inertial... yeah. Yeah, we're off.
Moving in fits and starts, but we are moving."
"What do you mean, fits and starts?" I asked frowning. "Aren't they getting a good wrap?"
"When they've got the wrap, they seem to have it pretty solid," Bilko said.
"They just keep losing it, that's all. Either they keep unwrapping because Jimmy's people aren't very good at this, or else we're just too big to lug very far at a time."
"I can understand that," I said. "I've done my share of helping friends move across town.""Yeah, me too," Bilko said. "And you have to admit this place is the ultimate five-section couch."
"True," I said. "But we're putting some distance between us and Chen's coordinates, and that's the important thing."
"Right," Bilko agreed. "We can sort out the details later. How long are you planning to run?"
I looked down at Jimmy's people, hunkered down and visibly concentrating on the music. "Just the first movement, I think," I told him. "Eighteen and a half minutes should be plenty for this first test."
"Sounds good. Let me know when to shut down the recorders."
"Sure."
I keyed off and looked around for Peter. He had moved off to an unoccupied part of the balcony while I was talking to Bilko and was again standing alone gazing down at Jimmy's people. Avoiding the small clumps of quietly conversing colonists that had formed around us, I crossed to his side. "It seems to be working, Your Highness," I told him. "A little slow, but we're making progress."
"I'm glad to hear it," he murmured, his eyes still on the musicians. "I wish I.
could say I was grateful for your help, Captain. Unfortunately, I can't."
I nodded. "I understand."
He gave me an odd look. "Do you? Do you really?"
"I think so," I said. "Up until a few minutes ago you had no decisions to make about the life of your people. You were sealed inside the Freedom's Peace, stuck in the empty s.p.a.ce between stars, with nowhere else to go even if you'd wanted to."
I turned away from his eyes to look down at Jimmy. "But all that's changed now.
Suddenly the whole galaxy is open to you... and you're going to have to decide whether you're willing to take the risks and challenges of finding and colonizing a new world for yourselves as your designers intended, or stay all nice and comfortable in here."
"We've always known that decision would eventually have to be made," Peter said quietly. "But until that first transport arrived it was something we expected the people ten generations down the line to have to deal with. I'm not at all sure my people are ready for this. Not sure I'm ready for it."
"I doubt King Peter the Tenth would have felt any more ready than you do," I said. "For whatever that's worth."
"To be honest, not very much," Peter conceded. "I'm very much afraid the colony is going to split, and split violently, over the decision."
He straightened up. "Still, humanity has been dealing with violent disagreements for a very long time now, and we've certainly had our fair share of lesser controversies aboard the Freedom's Peace. Hopefully, we'll find our way through this one, too."
"And remember that it'll be you who make the decision, not someone from the Chen-Mellis family," I reminded him. "That's worth something right there."
"Yes." He eyed me. "Which brings up the question of what we do with her."
"You can't keep her here," I said. "Not unless you keep us here with her.
She's sure to have left a complete data trail for her backup and the rest of the family to follow, including her plan to come aboard the Sergei Rock. If we show up anywhere in the Expansion without her, our necks will be for the high wire."
"The problem is that you're not going to do much better if you do show up with her," Peter pointed out darkly. "She's a highly vindictive person, my friend, and you've not only robbed her of a great prize but humiliated her in front of other people. At the very least, she'll make sure you go to prison; at the worst, she might conceivably have you murdered."
I shook my head. "She won't have any of us murdered," I told him. "If she'd brought back the Freedom's Peace I have no doubt the Chen-Mellis family would have given her cover for any illegal act she'd done along the way. But she has no prize now, and none of the Ten Families support unnecessary and unprofitable violence by one of its members. Aside from the bad publicity involved, it leaves them wide open to blackmail from the other families."
"Perhaps," Peter said, not sounding convinced. "You know Expansion politics better than I do. Might she still do something against you on her own, though, without family support or knowledge?"
"That's possible," I said. "The trick is going to be to persuade her that she personally will suffer greatly if she tries anything."
Peter shook his head. "I don't know. I've met people like Miss Chen, and I suspect her pride would outweigh even threats against her life."
"Probably," I said. "But I think there are things a person like Chen would value more even than her life."
Peter regarded me thoughtfully. "That sounds like you have an idea."
I shrugged. "An idea, yes. But the execution of it is going to depend solely on you and your powers of persuasion."
Peter lifted his eyebrows. "I doubt seriously my powers are strong enough to persuade Miss Chen of anything."
"Actually, that's not who you have to persuade," I told him. "Here's what I have in mind..."
We convened in Peter's office in front of the throne-a more impressive locale, Peter had decided, from which to deliver his p.r.o.nouncements than anywhere else in the colony.
If either of us was expecting Chen to have been subdued by her two days of confinement, we were disappointed. She stood stiff and erect in the drab prison clothing they'd given her, her head held high and her eyes smoldering with hidden fire. Proud, confident, and defiant; and if this didn't work, I was definitely going to be in for some big trouble down the line.
"So you've come to your senses after all," she said to Peter. "A wise move.
My people will be coming back here regardless, of course; but if they'd had to come for the purpose of rescuing a kidnapped family member there would have been far less of this place left afterward for you to bargain with.""I'm afraid you misunderstand, Miss Chen," Peter said. "You're not being released because I'm worried about reprisals from your family. You're being released because you and your family are no longer a threat to us."
Chen smiled cynically. "No, of course not. That's all right-you go ahead and tell your people whatever you have to."
"You're no longer a threat," Peter went on, "because we are no longer where you can find us."
The smile remained, but Chen's eyes narrowed. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that your idea of using speakers and music to call the Star Spirits worked quite well," he told her. "We've had four sessions in the past two days, and are now a considerable distance from the spot you first directed Captain Smith to."
Chen threw me a dagger-edged glance. "And you think that's all it takes to hide from the Chen-Mellis family?" she bit out. "You have no concept whatsoever of the scope of our resources."
"None of your resources will do you any good," Peter said. "Not only do you not know where to look for us, you also don't have anything to look for. Those wonderful ion-capture engines you covet so much have been shut down."
A muscle in Chen's cheek twitched. "You can't keep them off forever," she pointed out. "Not if you ever want to get anywhere. You'll have to decelerate sometime."
"True," Peter said with a shrug. "But we're in no particular hurry. Besides, by the time we begin our deceleration, you won't have even the faintest idea where to look for us."
"Perhaps," Chen said, her voice calmer than I would have expected under the circ.u.mstances. "But I'd warn you against the mistake of underestimating us."
"You're welcome to try," Peter said. "Still, I'd warn you against making any promises to your cousins just yet. Captain Smith tells me the Chen-Mellis family has a reputation for vindictiveness when they don't get what they've been promised."
Chen looked at me again. "Captain Smith will soon be a position to find out about that first hand."
"I don't think so," Peter said, shaking his head. "There is one final condition for your release: that you leave Captain Smith, his transport, and his crew strictly alone. No reprisals, no revenge, nothing."
Chen c.o.c.ked her head. "An interesting demand. And if I decide to ignore it, what do you intend to do? Smother me with moral outrage?"
"Actually, we have a somewhat more effective demonstration prepared," Peter told her. "I'm told you were on your way to Parex when you diverted the Sergei Rock to come here. Do you know anything about that world?"
"It's the dregs of the backwater," Chen said, not bothering to conceal her contempt. "One city, a few small towns, and the rest just farms and useless alien wilderness."
"I doubt that it's quite that bad," Peter said. "It surely must have its own unique charms. Regardless, you'll have plenty of time to find out."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that once you reach Parex, you won't be allowed to leave for a few weeks," Peter said quietly. "Or had you forgotten we're able to talk to theStar Spirits?"
Chen had her expression under good control, but there was no way for her to stop the blood from draining from her face. "You're bluffing," she said.
"It's already done," Peter told her gravely. "Once you reach Parex, the Star Spirits will refuse to wrap any transport that you're aboard."
Her eyes darted to me, as if seeking evidence that this was some elaborate trick. "I don't believe you," she snarled defiantly. "You can't have talked to that many flapblacks. Besides, they're aliens-they can't possibly recognize individual human beings."
"I don't expect you to take my word for it," Peter said. "By all means, try it for yourself."
His forehead darkened. "And as you do, I suggest you consider all of the implications of this demonstration. The Star Spirits see everything that happens in deep s.p.a.ce; and we of the Freedom's Peace are in continual contact with them.
Just because we're multiple light-years away doesn't mean we're out of touch, or that we can't call further retribution down on you. On you, or on the entire Chen-Mellis family."
For a long moment, Chen held that gaze unflinchingly. Then, almost reluctantly, she dropped her eyes. "Fine," she growled. "I'll play your game." She turned a glare on me. "Besides, I don't have to lift a finger to drop Smith down the sewer. The Transs.h.i.+pMint Corporation will be handing out all the revenge I could ever want."
I swallowed hard, trying not to let it show. I still had the money card she'd given me; but after paying off all the cargo and penalty clauses from this trip, I'd be lucky to clear the seventy thousand neumarks she'd originally promised me. Unless I could track down that hundred thirty thousand she'd ghosted out of my account- "And if I were you I wouldn't count on digging up your bankroll in time,"
Chen said, reading my face despite my best efforts. "I'm the only one who can retrieve it... and according to His Highness here, I'm going to be stuck on Parex for a few weeks."
She looked at Peter. "Unless, of course, you want to call off your little demonstration. If not, he's going to prison."
Peter looked at me. "Captain?"
I shook my head. It was, we all knew, her one last chance to manipulate me, and I wasn't in any mood to be manipulated. "I appreciate the offer, Ms. Chen," I said. "But I think you need King Peter's object lesson. I'll take my chances with Transs.h.i.+pMint."
The cheek muscle twitched again. "Fine," she said. "I'll do my few weeks on Parex; you can do your ten years in prison. We'll see which of us gets the last laugh."
She waved a hand impatiently. "If you're finished with your threats, I'd like to get going. I have a life back in the Expansion, Smith here has charges of embezzlement to face; and you of course have some serious cowering to do.""We are indeed finished," Peter confirmed with a nod. "Farewell, Miss Chen."
The ten-hour trip back to Parex was very quiet. Chen stayed in the pa.s.senger cabin with the hatchway sealed the whole time, while Jimmy, Rhonda, and I spent most of our time at our respective stations. Only Bilko took any advantage at all of the dayroom. He reported it as being pretty lonely in there.
The intended recipients of the cargo we'd left behind on the Freedom's Peace were not at all happy with the Sergei Rock's empty cargo hold. I think Chen was hoping they would press charges, but application of the a.s.sets on her cash card-along with a little smooth talking on Bilko's part-got them sufficiently calmed down. It did, however, leave us with only sixty thousand neumarks, a far cry from the two hundred thousand Transs.h.i.+pMint was going to want in the next couple of weeks.
We were on Parex for about twenty hours, catching up on sleep, getting our next cargo aboard, and wading through the heavier-than-usual stack of paperwork.
During that time, Chen tried twice to sneak off the planet. Both times, the transports were forced to return after an hour's worth of trying failed to get them a flapblack wrap.
By the time we b.u.t.toned up the rumors about her were just beginning to be heard, and as we headed for deep s.p.a.ce I found myself wondering if she would be able to find pa.s.sage on a transport even after her internal exile was over.
To my lack of surprise, I discovered I didn't really much care.
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