Planet Pirates Omnibus

by neetha Napew

  “The First Mate had kept a handwritten log on plas-sheets from the moment the power failed, then kept files in a word processing program as soon as the terminals were reprogrammed. When we reached the Destiny, they had the most vital systems up and running, but the interface between engineering and the drives had been destroyed. I examined it myself. Even to me, the system was primitive.”

  “How did the Destiny Line get a military vessel involved in looking for a commercial liner?” Lunzie asked curiously, blowing on her cup to cool the tea.

  “They didn’t. I felt there was something false about the assurances they gave out that the search was progressing well. Using some of my own contacts - plus a few of Shof’s tricks - I discovered that the Paraden Company had put in claims on the insurance on the Destiny Calls, using the testimony of recovered passengers to prove that the ship had met with an accident. The search was no more than a token, to satisfy the claims adjuster! The company had already written off the lives of the people still on board, you among them. I was angry. I went to the offices myself, on the other side of Astris, to break bones and windows until they should make the search real. I stayed there all day, growling at everyone who walked into the office to book cruises. I’m sure I drove away dozens of potential passengers. They wanted to have me removed because I was hurting business, but I told them I would not go. If they called for a peace officer, I would tell the whole story in my statement, and it would be all over the streets - and that would hurt their business far more!

  “I was not the only one who had the idea to confront them personally. I met Commander Coromell there the next morning.”

  “Commander Coromell. The Admiral’s son! I had no idea he was on Astris.”

  “It was the nearest Destiny Lines office when he got the news. He and I occupied seats at opposite ends of the reception room, waiting silently for one of the company lackeys to tell us more lies. Around midday, we began to converse and compare notes. Our missing persons were on the same ship. The day passed and it was clear that the Destiny Lines manager would not see us. We joined forces, and decided to start a legal action against the company.

  “It was too late, you see. They had already been paid by the insurance company, and were uninterested in expending the cost of a search vessel. They were willing to pay the maximum their policy allowed for loss of life to each of us, but no more. Coromell was upset. He used political clout, based on his father’s heroic service record, and his own reputation, to urge the Fleet to get involved. They commissioned the Ban Sidhe to make the search. Admiral Coromell is a great hero, and they did not like the idea of losing him.”

  “Bravo to that. You should hear some of his stories. How did you get aboard her? I thought you were still restricted from outer-space posts.”

  “More clout. Commander Coromell is a very influential man, in a family with a long, distinguished history in the FSP Fleet. He reopened my service file, and arranged for my commission. Commander Coromell gave me a chance to get back into space. It is the chance I was dreaming of, but I thought out of my reach for so much longer. I am very grateful to him.”

  “So am I. I never hoped to see you so soon,” Lunzie said, touching Tee’s hand.

  “It isn’t so soon,” Tee answered sadly. “We made many jumps through this system, following the route Destiny Calls should have taken. It was my friend Naomi who noticed the magnesium flare near the dark side of Carson’s Giant, and led us to investigate the planet. You should not have been there,” Tee chided.

  Lunzie raised an outraged eyebrow at him. “We were running from an ion storm, as I think you know,” she retorted. “It was a calculated risk. If we’d jumped to this system only a little earlier or a little later, we wouldn’t have been in the storm’s path.”

  “It was the worst of bad luck, but you are safe now,” Tee said, gently, rising to his feet and extending a hand to her. “Come, let’s reunite you with the rest of the Destiny’s crew.”

  “Well, she’s as good as scrap. Without a program dump from another Destiny Lines mainframe, we can’t get the hulk to tell us all the places where it hurts, let alone fix them,” Engineer Perkin explained, ruefully.

  “Do rights of salvage apply?” One of the younger Fleet officers spoke up, then looked ashamed of himself as everyone turned to look at him. “Sorry. Don’t mean to sound greedy.”

  “Hell, Destiny Lines had already abandoned us for dead,” First Mate Sharu said, waving the gaffe away. “Take whatever you want, but please leave us our personal belongings. We’ve also laid claim to the insured valuables left behind by some of our passengers.”

  “I ... I was thinking of fresh foodstuffs,” the lieutenant stammered. “That’s all.”

  “Oh,” Sharu grinned. “The hydroponic section is alive and well. Lieutenant. There’s enough growing there to feed thousands. The grapefruits are just ripe. So are the ompoyas, cacceri leaf, groatberries, marsh peas, yellow grapes, artichokes, five kinds of tomatoes, about a hundred lands of herbs, and more things ripening every day. We ate well in exile. Help yourselves.”

  The younger officers at the table cheered and one threw his hat in the air. The older officers just smiled.

  “We’ll take advantage of your kindly offer. First Mate,” the Fleet captain said, smiling on her genially. “Like any vessel whose primary aim is never to carry unnecessary loads, our hydro section is limited to what is considered vital for healthy organisms, and no more.”

  “Captain Aelock, we owe you much more than a puny load of groceries. I’m sure when Captain Wynline comes back from the Destiny’s hulk with your men, he’ll tell you the same. He may even help you strip equipment out personally. To say he’s bitter about our abandonment is a pitiful understatement. Ah, Lunzie! Feeling better?” Sharu smiled as Lunzie and Tee entered, and gestured to the medic to sit by her.

  “I’m fine, thanks.”

  “It seems we owe our rescue to the persuasiveness of Ensign Janos, is that correct?”

  “In part,” Tee said, modestly. “It is actually Commander Coromell that we all must thank.”

  “I’m grateful to everyone. I’ve set aside some of the salvage goods for both of you. Lunzie, do you fancy Lady Cholder’s jewels? It’s a poor bonus for losing ten years, but they’re yours. I would say they’re worth something between half a million and a million credits.”

  “Thank you, Sharu, that’s more than generous. Am I the last awake?” Lunzie asked.

  “No. The Commander’s father and his father’s aide were the last,” Aelock answered. “I’ve asked them to join us here when they’ve finished in the Communications Center.”

  “I should have been consulted,” Lunzie said, with some asperity. “The Admiral has a heart condition.”

  “We had that information from his son,” Aelock said apologetically. “Besides, his health records are in the Fleet computer banks.”

  “Ah, there you are. Doctor,” the senior Coromell said in a booming voice, striding into the room, followed by his aide. “If there is ever anything that I or my descendants can do for you, consider it a sacred trust. This young lady saved my life. Captain. I just told my son so.” Lunzie blushed. The Admiral smiled on her and continued. “He’s very grateful that I’m alive, but no more so than I. He spent a lot of air time ticking off his old man for heroics, and then said he’d probably have done the same thing himself. I’m to meet him on Tau Ceti. I’ll take responsibility if anyone asks why the transmission on a secure channel was so lengthy.”

  “I have discretion in this matter. Admiral, but thank you,” Aelock said graciously. “Now, what is to be done with all of you? Since Destiny Lines seems to have washed its hands of you. At least temporarily, that is. I shall be preferring charges in FSP court against them for reckless abandonment of a space vessel.”

  “With your permission,” Sharu asked, “may I communicate with the head office? Since I have managed to live in spite of their efforts, I may be able to shame them into paying for our retrieval a
nd continuing travel to our destination from wherever you may drop us off.”

  Captain Aelock nodded. “Of course.”

  “Oh, and Doctor, there was a transmission for you on the FTL link, too,” the Admiral told her when the meeting broke up. “You might want to take it in private.” It was the softest voice she’d ever heard him use.

  “Thank you. Admiral.” Lunzie was puzzled by his uncommon solicitousness. He smiled and marched off down the corridor with Captain Aelock, with Don and Aelock’s officers trailing behind.

  “Come,” Tee said. “It is easy to find. You should begin to learn the layout of the ship.” They stood outside the meeting room in a corridor about two and a half meters wide. “This is the main thoroughfare of the ship. It runs from the bridge straight back to the access to engineering. It was considered unwise,” he added humorously, “to have the engineering section directly behind the bridge. An explosion there would send a fireball straight through the control panels directing the ship.”

  “I can’t argue with that logic,” Lunzie agreed.

  “I will give you the full tour later. For now, let’s see what Lars has to say.”

  There was a small commotion when Tee led Lunzie into the Communications Center.

  “So, this is the lady who launched a thousand rescuers, eh?” winked a Human officer, twirling the ends of his black moustache.

  “This is Lunzie, Stawrt,” Tee acknowledged, uncomfortably.

  “A pleasure,” Lunzie said, shaking hands around. There were three officers on duty, the communications chief, Stawrt, and two Wefts, Ensigns Hull and Vaer. Hull, instead of wearing the standard humanoid form so widely used by Wefts in the presence of humans, had extruded eight or ten tentaclelike arms with two fingers each, with which he played the complicated board before him.

  Hull tapped her with one of the attenuated digits on his fifth hand. “You would like to view your message? Would you care to step into that privacy booth?” Another hand snaked over to point at a door on an interior wall.

  “Tee, would you come and listen, too?” Lunzie asked quietly, suddenly uneasy.

  The privacy booth was a very small compartment with thick beige soundproofing on all walls, floor and ceiling. Any words spoken seemed to be swallowed up by the pierced panels. In the centre of the room was a standard holofield projector, with chairs arranged around it. Lunzie took a chair, and Tee settled down beside her. She half expected him to take her hand but he didn’t touch her. In fact, except for when she’d practically fainted into his arms when she woke up, he hadn’t touched her at all.

  “Press this red button to start,” Tee said, pointing to a small keypad on the arm of her chair. ‘The black stops transmission, the yellow freezes the action in place, and the blue restarts the transmission from the beginning.”

  Lunzie touched the red button, feeling very nervous.

  In the holofield, the image of Lars appeared. He, like Tee, had aged slightly. His hair was thinner, he was getting thicker around the middle, and the pursed lines at the side of his mouth were deeper.

  “Ancestress,” Lars began, bowing. “I’m happy to hear that you have been recovered safely. When you didn’t arrive on schedule, we were very concerned. Ensign Janos was kind enough to tell me the whole story. “I am very sorry to tell you that Mother isn’t here any more. She arrived, as scheduled, two years after we heard from you.” The dour face smiled at his memories. “She was so delighted when we sent a message to her that you were expected. Ancestress, she waited eighteen months more for you. Since we had not heard further from you, we were forced to conclude that you had changed your mind. I know now that was an erroneous judgment. I am sorry. You will still be more than welcome if you come to Alpha Centauri. My grandchildren have been nagging me to make sure I remember to extend the invitation. Well, consider it extended.

  “Before she left for Eridani, she recorded the following holo for you.” Lars hastily blinked out, to be replaced by a larger image of Fiona’s head and shoulders, which meant that the recording had been made on a communications console. Now, more clearly than before, Lunzie could see the resemblance in the older Fiona to the child. Age had only softened the beautiful lines other face, not marred them. The hooded eyes were full of experience and confidence and a deep, welling grief that tore at Lunzie’s heart. Her eyes filled with tears as Fiona began to speak.

  “Lunzie, I guess that you aren’t coming. What made you change your mind?

  “I wanted to see you. Truly, I did. I resented like hell having you go away from me when I was a girl. I mean, I understood why you went, but it didn’t make it any easier. Uncle Edgard came to get me after the shipwreck, and took me to MarsBase. It was nice. I roomed with cousins Yonata and Immethy, his two daughters. I worried so much about you, but then time went by, and I had to stop worrying, and get on with my life. You know by now I went into medicine,” the image grinned, and Lunzie smiled back. “The family vocation. I worked hard at it, got good grades, and I think I earned the respect of my professors. I would have given anything to hear you tell me you were proud of me. In the end, I had to be proud of myself.” Fiona seemed to be having trouble getting the words out. Her eyes were bright with tears, too.

  “I was proud of you, baby,” Lunzie whispered, her mouth dry. “Muhlah, I wish you knew that.”

  “I got to be pretty good at what I did,” Fiona continued. “I joined the EEC and racked up a respectable service record. Your mother’s brother Jermold hired me; I think he’s still working the same desk job in Personnel, even at his advanced age. I’ve been all over the galaxy in the service, though I’ve seen mostly new colony worlds in their worst possible condition-suffering from disease epidemics! - but I have had a great time, and I loved it. They think they’re rewarding me by assigning me to a desk job.

  “Lunzie, there are a thousand things I want to tell you, all the things I thought about when you went away. Most of them were the resentful mutterings of a child. I won’t trouble you with those. Some were beautiful things that I discovered that I wanted so to share with you. I wish you could have met Garmol, my husband. You and he would have gotten along so well, though we’ve always had itchy feet, and he was the original ground-bounder. But the most important thing I wanted to let you know is that I love you. I always did, and always will.

  “I have to leave for Eridani now, and assume the duties of my office as Surgeon General. I’ve made them wait for me as long as I’ve dared, but now I must go.

  “Lunzie ...” Fiona’s voice became very hoarse, and she stopped to swallow. She cleared her throat and raised her chin decisively, the image of her eyes meeting Lunzie’s across the light years. “Mother, goodbye.”

  Lunzie was quiet for a long time, staring at the empty holofield long after the image faded. She shut her eyes with a deep-chested sigh, and shook her head. She turned to Tee, almost blindly, lost in her own thoughts.

  “What should I do now?”

  He had been studying her. She could tell that he, too, was moved by Fiona’s message, but his expression changed immediately.

  “What should you do?” Tee repeated quizzically. “I am not in charge of your life. You must decide.”

  Lunzie rubbed her temples. “For the first time in my life, I haven’t got an immediate goal to work toward. I’ve left school. Fiona’s given up on me. Who could blame her? But it leaves me adrift.”

  Tee’s face softened. “I’m sorry. You must feel terrible.”

  Lunzie wrinkled her forehead, thinking deeply. “I should, you know. But I don’t. I’m grieved, certainly, but I don’t feel as devastated as I ... think that I should.”

  “You should go and see your grandchildren. Did you hear? They want to see you.”

  “Tee, how will I get there now?” Lunzie asked in a small voice. “Where is the Ban Sidhe dropping us?”

  “We are waiting for orders. As soon as I know, you will know.”

  Captain Aelock had already received the Ban Sidhe’s flight orders, a
nd was happy to share the details with Lunzie. “We’ve been transferred to the Central Sector for the duration, Lunzie. Partly because of the Admiral’s influence but also because it is convenient to our mission, we’re going to Alpha Centauri, then toward Sol. Would you mind if we set you down there? It’ll be our first port of call.”

  Lunzie’s eyes shone with gratitude. “Thank you, sir. It takes a great load off my mind. I must admit I’ve been worrying about it.”

  “Worry no longer. The Admiral was quite insistent that you should have whatever you needed. He’s very impressed with your skill, claims you saved his life. You can assist our medical officers while we’re en route. ‘No idle hands’ is our motto.”

  “So I’ve heard.”

  “With all the Destiny refugees aboard, things will be somewhat cramped, but I have discretion with regard to officers. You and Sharu will share a cabin in officer country. If there are any problems,” Aelock smiled down on her paternally, “my door is always open.”

  “I was never so glad in my life to see anything as this destroyer popping out of warp just as we rounded the dark side of the planet,” Sharu said, sipping fresh juice the next morning at mess with a tableful of the Ban Sidhe’s junior officers. Lunzie sat between the First Mate and Captain Wynline. Tee was on duty that shift. “We had a magnesium bonfire all ready to go behind the quartz observation desk port. I lit it and jumped back, and it roared up into silver flames like a nova. The ship was sunk into the gravity well of the planet and was following its orbit instead of staying stationary. Because Carson’s Giant spins so fast, our window of opportunity was very small. Our signal had to be dramatic.”

  “Magnesium?” declared Ensign Riaman. “No wonder that deck was slagged. It was probably red hot for hours afterward.”

  “It was. I got bums on my arms and face. They’re only just healing now,” Sharu said, displaying her wrists. “See?”

  “It was worth it,” Captain Wynline said positively. “It worked, didn’t it? You saw it.”