"Sabre says Ravel's going to hand us over to the enforcers as soon as we leave Rashid."
"Undoubtedly. That's why I want Striker repaired fast."
"But can you trust Ravel's engineers?"
He shook his head. "I've been watching them, and I'll check their work before we try to leave. I'll have Striker run a full diagnostic check. You can't fool an AI."
"Ravel must know that too."
"Of course."
"Then..."
Kole sat on the bunk. "I think his engineers will fix her okay, but leave out some vital part. When I discover it, he'll say he hasn't got a replacement. He's hoping we'll have left Rashid before I discover the problem, then he can hand us over to the enforcers."
"So what are we going to do?"
"We might have to rely on Sabre again."
"He's hurt!"
He nodded. "I'm hoping he'll have recovered enough in a few days."
The bathroom door slid open, and Sabre emerged, his hair spiked with water, his trousers clean, but damp.
Kole smiled at him. "Hey chum, how are you doing?"
"A bit sore."
"Not surprising. That was a bloody amazing fight."
"Thank you."
Kole handed him a package. "Brought you some food."
Sabre took it with a nod and tore open the silver material, releasing a cloud of steam and a delicious smell that made Tassin's mouth water. Kole handed her another package, and she tore it open, finding eating utensils inside as well. Tassin and Kole sat on the floor while Sabre sat on the bunk and ate his food one-handed, his injured arm hanging at his side.
"Are you going to be up to helping us get off this rust bucket in a few days?" Kole enquired around a mouthful of food.
Sabre glanced at him. "Ravel won't take me on. Telling him that you're Tassin's husband was a mistake. Now he knows he has two potential hostages."
Tassin looked up. "Hostages?"
"There are only two ways he can prevent me fighting him. One way is if he threatens your life, since a cyber won't endanger his owner, and the other is to threaten the life of someone you care about, so you won’t allow me to fight. Since Kole is alone, now he'll be the target."
Kole shot Tassin a sheepish glance. "It was the only way I could get to see you."
"I need my weapons," Sabre said.
"Ravel's not going to give them back, I can tell you that right now."
"I know. I'll have to get them, and you'll have to stay here from now on, so he can't take you hostage."
"You can't do it now, you're injured," Tassin protested.
"No, not just yet."
"Well at least I don't have to go back to that stinking bunk room," Kole muttered.
Chapter Ten
Several hours later, a knock on the door made Tassin start, and Sabre, who was asleep on the bunk, opened his eyes. He sat up, grimacing, and Tassin handed him two more painkillers. When he had swallowed them, she opened the door. A scruffy crewman stood there, whose eyes darted around the room and came to rest on Sabre.
"Captain wants you to eat with him," he said.
"How kind of him." Tassin forced a smile. "We'll be ready in a little while."
"I'm to show you the way."
"Good, you can wait for us then."
Tassin closed the door, and Sabre sagged back with a groan.
Kole frowned at Tassin. "I don't think accepting his invitation was such a good idea."
"We have to eat. If you go out to fetch food, you might be taken hostage. This way we stay together."
"We could have gone to fetch food together."
"If you thought it was such a bad idea, why didn't you say something?"
He shrugged. "You were too quick."
"So I'll tell him we've changed our minds."
"No," Sabre said. "Ravel mustn't know we suspect him, or he'll act sooner."
"What if he drugs our food?"
"He won't. A cyber can detect drugs and poison."
"Oh, good." Tassin went over to the bunk and picked up one of the adhesive dressings Sabre had removed prior to his shower, pressing it over one of his wounds. When she had replaced all the dressings, he sat up so she could bandage his chest, then she helped him don the cast and sling.
The disgruntled crewman waited outside, looking sour, and frowned at Sabre before leading them down a dingy corridor with peeling grey paint and a worn brown plasfoam floor. Ravel's dining room turned out to be a sort of officers' club, and seven thuggish men awaited them, seated around a plastic table. The bare walls appeared to have had a more recent coat of shiny pale blue paint, and a couple of scruffy rugs adorned the scuffed floor. Two chairs stood empty, and Ravel indicated them with a wave of his hand, smiling.
"Welcome. I trust you've had a good rest."
"Your bunkroom stinks," Kole said. "You should have your men wash more often."
"That’s a luxury on a spaceship, Son."
"Oh, I don't know about that. A clean ship would boost your men's morale."
"There's nothing wrong with my men's morale, and besides, they're settlers. I don't command them."
Tassin eyed the two chairs. "We seem to be a chair short."
"We do?" Ravel's brows rose.
"Yes. My cyber will be joining us."
"We can provide him with a plate of cyber rations, but he can eat in the corner."
Tassin shook her head. "You'll provide him with a plate of real food, and he'll sit at the table."
"That's hardly appropriate."
She raised her chin. "I don't care. He eats with us, or we dine in our room."
"Very well." Ravel waved a hand, and a crewman brought another chair.
Tassin sat down and ordered Sabre to sit between her and Kole. Crewmen brought plates of steaming grey protein sticks and rehydrated vegetables and placed them before them, then poured glasses of cheap red wine for all of them. Ravel raised his glass.
"To a safe journey."
Tassin sipped her wine and started on the food, watching Ravel out of the corner of her eye. Ravel watched Sabre, his eyes glinting.
"I'm curious, Tassin. You don't look like a wealthy woman, yet you can afford a cyber."
"What does a wealthy woman look like?"
His eyes raked her. "Fine clothes, jewels perhaps."
"I have plenty of those where I come from."
"And where's that?"
"None of your business."
Ravel smiled. "Okay. Why are the enforcers after you?"
"Also none of your business."
"Actually, that is, since I granted you sanctuary and helped you to defeat them. Now I'm on their shit list too, and I'd like to know what for."
"I doubt they'll bother about you," Kole commented.
"I'd still like to know. I'm guessing it has something to do with your cyber."
Kole shook his head. "We're dissidents. We spoke out against the immoral treatment of cyber hosts. We even put up a Net site, and we're friends of Vershasen Korazon."
"That idiot?" Ravel snorted. "If you're anti Myon Two, why do you own a cyber?"
"Shasen wanted to examine one, so he could put the information up on a new site."
"But you kept him."
"In case you hadn't noticed, we're being hunted, and he's useful in that regard."
Ravel nodded. "A plausible story."
"You think I'm lying?"
"You could be."
Kole shrugged. "Believe what you want." Silence fell, broken only by the scrape of cutlery on plastic, then he added, "I want the dead cyber's armour and weapons."
Ravel shook his head. "The armour, okay, but no weapons are allowed out of the armoury."
"None of your men are armed?"
"No."
Kole turned to Sabre. "Cyber, how many of these men have concealed weapons?"
"Nine."
Kole raised his brows. "That's all of them, Ravel."
The captain scowled and shrugged. "Only my crew is allowed. No
passengers."
"If you want my cyber to break up fights amongst your settlers, he'll need his weapons," Tassin pointed out.
"No he won't, since they don't have any."
"If your crew is armed, why do you need him to do it, anyway?"
Ravel's mouth thinned, and he frowned at his food. "My crew has duties to perform. They can't spend their time breaking up fights."
"You've managed until now."
"But now he's here, and, since I saved you all, it's the least you can do."
"We're paying for your help," she said.
"You didn't pay for the fight, and some men were injured. Two were killed."
"Settlers."
He shot her a glare. "Paying passengers."
Tassin met his gaze unflinching. "My cyber's injured."
"He won't have a problem. When you leave, you'll get your weapons back."
When they returned to their cabin after dinner, their crewman escort objected to Kole staying there, whereupon Tassin invited him to do something about it. He scowled at Sabre and left. The cyber sank down on the bunk with a grimace, holding his ribs, and Kole leant against the wall.
"He's going to try something soon, I just know it. He won't wait until Sabre's recovered even a little. We'll have to stick together like glue, and I have to go watch the engineers on Striker tomorrow."
"I'd much rather rest." Sabre sighed.
"When we get off this rust bucket, you can sleep for a week."
"What do you think he'll try?" Tassin asked.
"I don't know. There's not much you can get past a cyber, but I expect he'll think of something."
She turned to Sabre. "Why is it that you seem so much more formidable in this modern society, where they have such deadly weapons, than you were on Omega Five?"
He looked pensive. "According to the cyber's information, Omega Five is a post holocaust world, so I'm guessing it has regressed to a primitive society?"
"We don't have technology like this, no."
"It's primitive," Kole confirmed, earning himself a glare from Tassin.
"Cybers are designed to function best in a high technology environment. Powered weapons like lasers show up on the scanners, but primitive ones such as spears, swords or arrows aren't so easy to spot. Our barrinium body armour deflects and defuses laser bolts, which use heat to destroy internal organs. Barrinium is a superconductor; it disperses heat, or any kind of power that enters it, at a terrific rate. Large wounds inflicted by edged weapons, such as swords, are more dangerous because of the amount of bleeding they cause. If the enforcers had been better prepared for a cyber conflict, they would have armed theirs with bladed weapons."
"Which they probably will next time," Kole said.
Sabre nodded. "Maybe."
"And you can dodge laser bolts," Tassin added, recalling the amazing battle.
Sabre chuckled, winced and hugged his ribs. "No. That would imply that I'm faster than light, which I'm definitely not. I'm faster than the men aiming the lasers, that's all, although not as much against other cybers. My control unit provided me with tactical information, using my knowledge to select which were enemies and which were friendly. It then calculated and projected the firing trajectory of each man by estimating his most likely target. That allowed me to dodge most of them, but miscalculations happen. It's hard to explain, but what I saw in my mind during the battle looked like a web of intersecting lines, each one a potential danger to me, even if they weren't firing at me. The lines that converged on my position were red, since they were the most dangerous ones."
Kole shook his head. "Wow."
"That doesn't work so well with primitive weapons," Sabre went on. "Then the cyber can only show me the position of my enemies and estimate how they'll use their weapons."
"How many times can you be shot before it's fatal?"
"That depends on where I'm shot. If it's in the eye or ear, only once."
"In the body."
He looked thoughtful again. "In tests on Myon Two, a cyber survived twelve shots to the chest before succumbing, and it still took him seven hours to die. Those were fired in rapid succession, but if enough time is given between shots for the barrinium plating to disperse the heat, a cyber could survive many more."
"Bugger me," Kole muttered. "It only takes one direct hit to the body to kill a man."
Tassin frowned at him. "Are you implying that Sabre isn't a man?"
"That's not what I meant, and you know it."
"If Ravel wants to steal Striker and our money, why hasn't he tried to kill Sabre? He has enough men, and Sabre isn't armed."
Kole shrugged. "Perhaps because attacking even an unarmed cyber is a really shitty idea. Sabre would arm himself with one of their weapons in about two seconds flat and take out dozens of them before he went down."
Sabre's brows shot up. "Actually, once I had armed myself I would seek cover, not go down, as you so nicely put it."
"So you could beat all Ravel's men?" Tassin demanded incredulously.
"Given enough time and opportunity, it's quite likely."
"But you couldn't protect us at the same time."
"I could protect one of you. Two is a bit of a stretch, and cybers aren't designed for that."
"Who would you choose?"
"You."
Tassin smiled, and Kole snorted. "Of course he would choose you, Tassin." He turned to Sabre. "But if Ravel's men took you by surprise and all fired at once, what would happen?"
"It's impossible to surprise a cyber using powered weapons. Even if, by some quirk of fate, I didn't notice them reaching for their weapons, a laser must go hot before it can be fired, and the scanners would pick that up. It only takes a moment, but that's all I need."
"So they could surprise you with knives?"
"They'd have a better chance, but in order to use a knife they'd have to get close to me, and even then, my body armour will deflect blades. My eyes and ears are small targets, and they’d only have a split second in which to strike before I killed them. A group of men armed with bladed weapons could do some serious damage, and possibly kill me eventually, but that would take a while, and a lot of men would die in the process."
Tassin shivered, remembering Sabre’s battle with Torrian’s men, and again with the soldiers from Olgara. “I’ve seen that.”
Kole raised his brows at her. “When?”
“On Omega Five. Twice he was attacked by more than twenty soldiers with swords, and both times he killed them all, although he was injured.”
"Okay, good to know.” He turned to Sabre again. “Right now, Ravel is probably trying to figure out the best way to eliminate you, so it would help if we knew how to do that."
"A poisoned dart fired from a blow gun, but there are only three kinds of poison that will kill a cyber, and even those don’t work instantly, like they do on a normal man. It would still take me several hours to die, although I would without the antidote. Also, those three poisons are heavily restricted by Myon Two, so they’re very hard to get hold of, and very expensive. There are also a couple of sedatives and paralytic agents that work, especially the one Myon Two uses in caskets, to paralyse cyber hosts for cold sleep, but again, those are extremely hard to get hold of. Then there are a few poisons that will make me very sick for a while, although I will recover in a few hours."
"Okay, so we must get that armour for you," Kole said. "Although I doubt Ravel has a ready supply of blow guns or poisoned darts."
"What about poison gas?" Tassin asked, glancing around the little cabin.
Sabre shook his head. "The cyber would detect it, and I can hold my breath for more than twenty minutes, plenty of time to smash through a wall."
"But it would kill us, so he might try that, since once we were dead, a cyber would no longer fight him, right?"
"First of all, it wouldn’t kill you, because I’d have you out of this room in a matter of seconds. It might make you sick, that’s all. Also, a cyber will follow his last order until
it's countermanded. Even if, for some unknown reason, I couldn’t rescue you, in a room this size, poison gas would take several seconds to kill you, enough time for you to order me to kill everyone on this ship. Ravel won't risk that."
Kole nodded. "I remember a case like that. The cyber was ordered to kill everyone, since the owner didn't know who had poisoned him. He started on the man's family and worked his way out into a city. By the time they tracked him down and stopped him with the owner's override, he had slaughtered a hundred and seventy-eight people. That case got Myon Two into a lot of hot water, but no one could think of a way to prevent it happening again."
"Surely there's always a risk of a madman buying a cyber and sending him to kill innocent people?" Tassin asked.
"Surprisingly, it's never happened."
"What I'd like to know," Sabre murmured, "is why we're staying in this cramped, stuffy cabin when Striker is ship clamped and accessible through the airlock."
Kole stared at him for several thunderstruck moments, then turned to Tassin. "He's right."
"So why didn't you say so before?"
"I didn't think of it." Kole shook his head. "It never crossed my mind. I'm an idiot."
Tassin sighed. "How long have you been wondering about it, Sabre?"
"Since Kole told us Striker was in ship clamp."
"Why didn't you say something sooner?"
"I thought there must be a reason we couldn't live aboard, since no one else suggested it."
Tassin turned to Kole. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go."
"Hang on. There's still one thing to consider. Ravel's not going to want us aboard Striker. He'll try to stop us getting to her."
"If all our suppositions are correct, he's going to make his move soon anyway, so why not try it now? He's not expecting it. We might even make it aboard without him knowing about it. It's late; most of the crew will be asleep."
"There's always someone on watch, and cameras in every corridor," Sabre said.
Kole rubbed his brow and scowled at Tassin. "I've been wondering about something for a while myself. Why don't you just use that bloody sword of yours and spirit us all out of here?"
Tassin glanced at the shadows under the bunk, where she had concealed the weapon. "No. It's evil, and I don't trust it."
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