The Renegat
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The Renegat hadn’t disappeared.
It had left them.
All of them.
His mouth opened, and he had to work to close it. Had the anacapa drive caused this on its own? He’d never heard of that, but that golden color wasn’t quite normal—not for modern anacapa drives.
“We’re going to have to get them back,” Crowe said. “If we can figure out where they went. We’re going to have to—”
Tosidis put a hand on Crowe’s arm, and shook his head. “No.”
Tosidis didn’t understand. There were 199 people on that ship, people Crowe was responsible for. He wasn’t going to add 199 deaths on his shoulders. Not on top of the fifty.
Not on top of Preemas, and the others.
“We have to figure this out,” Crowe said. “They’re not equipped to handle this kind of emergency. They—”
“It’s not an emergency,” Tosidis said. “At least for them.”
Crowe frowned.
Tosidis looked up and nodded at someone behind Crowe. Crowe half-turned and saw Colvin standing near a communications console, rubbing her hands over her biceps as if she were trying to stay warm.
“Play it,” Tosidis said.
She nodded, then reached forward.
Yusef Kabac appeared, larger than life-size, a grin making his stupid beard look like it had grown outward several inches.
“We’re heading back,” Kabac said. “We don’t want to stay here, and you’re going to make us. No one on this ship now will be court-martialed. We’ll be fine.”
And then Kabac vanished.
Crowe shook his head slightly. Kabac, the only person Crowe had left on that ship who knew how to work the anacapa controls.
Kabac, delusional as always.
Kabac, who had no idea what he had just gotten them all into.
If Crowe had known that Kabac wanted to try something like this, Crowe would have…
He had no idea. He couldn’t have brought Kabac here. Crowe hadn’t wanted Kabac to screw up this test.
And yet, Kabac had done that.
“That’s it?” Crowe asked. “That’s the entire message?”
“Yeah,” Colvin said, her voice shaking. “Now what do we do?”
Crowe frowned. Then he looked at the emptiness where the Renegat had been.
They could do a search and rescue on the Renegat, try to recreate the trip that the Renegat had chosen to take—if Kabac followed predictable coordinates.
If the Renegat didn’t get lost in foldspace.
If, if, if.
Crowe ran a hand over his face.
They had more pressing problems than finding the Renegat. There was enough food on board to last maybe a month, not counting whatever the normal supplies were in Orbiter One. If they rationed the supplies.
But this ship worked. It was, in many ways, better than the Renegat could ever be.
And the dead weight of the badly chosen crew had just disappeared, leaving Crowe with all of the competent people remaining on the Renegat.
That joy he had felt a moment earlier had returned.
He was free. Free of the Fleet. Free of the strictures that had prevented him from being the kind of man he had wanted to be. The kind of leader he wanted to be.
“What are we going to do?” Crowe repeated.
Colvin nodded. Tosidis shifted slightly, nerves evident.
“We’re going to make this an opportunity,” Crowe said.
“What?” Colvin asked.
“We’ve got ships,” Crowe said. “We have tech. We need to figure out how to find food, but we can do that.”
“And then what?” This time, it was Tosidis.
“And then we build.” Crowe was thinking on the fly, but as he did, he realized he’d been contemplating this ever since he found the Ready Vessels.
“Build what?” Colvin asked.
Crowe grinned. He couldn’t help it. Kabac and company had just given him the gift of a lifetime, and they hadn’t even realized it.
“Our own Fleet,” Crowe said. “We build our own Fleet.”
Just the way they wanted it. Without the baggage and the rules. With a mission all sixty of them could agree on.
He felt giddy, and ready to work, all at the same time.
He was finally going to captain his own ship.
And he would do it right.
Colvin and Tosidis were looking at him like he was crazy. And maybe he was.
They needed more than a future vision. They needed what to do next.
“First things first,” Crowe said. “We let the others know. Then we assess our supplies. And then, we look at those maps that we have, and find a culture that’ll provide us with some food.”
“You already have this figured out,” Tosidis said in surprise.
“No,” Crowe said. “It’s just logic.”
But it was more than that. Captains didn’t panic. Captains dealt with the situations they found themselves in.
Captains saved their crews.
Captains built.
And that was exactly what Crowe was going to do.
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The Renegat
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Published 2019 by WMG Publishing
Parts of this novel appeared in different form as the novellas The Rescue of the Renegat (Asimov’s, January/February 2018) and Joyride, (Asimov’s, November/December 2018)
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