Martinez decided to take the offensive. If he kept Ondakaal busy, he might keep the Naxid from doing anything effective.
“What the hell wasthat about?” he demanded. “Explain yourself, Lieutenant!”
Martinez was suddenly aware that he was enjoying himself. For once, he wasn’t the provincial in the world of the privileged and self-important, or the junior lieutenant deferring to his superiors. He was playing a part, true, but it wasn’t a part dictated to him by his seniors, it was one he was inventing for himself. He was the only person within a hundred light-years who knew what was going on, and he was playing Ondakaal for a fool.
And while Ondakaal was blustering about the guards’ abrupt withdrawal, Martinez dropped the volume on his outside comm and raised the one on his private channel with Alikhan.
“Alikhan, where are you? Is everyone safe?”
“We are safe, my lord, all three of us. We’ve shut both lock doors and we’re coming down the docking tube elevator.”
“Very good. Once you’re aboard, sealCorona’s own airlock. Dietrich and Hong are to surrender their firearms to you, unrig the central trunk elevator, then report to their action stations. You are to collect the firearms, then perform the special task I assigned you earlier.”
Safebreaking in the first lieutenant’s quarters. A task the nature of which he’d decided should probably not be spoken aloud, not yet.
“Very good, my lord,” Alikhan said.
Martinez turned to Mabumba, who was watching him with awe and surmise, a combination that triggered in Martinez a pleasurable surge of vanity.
“Engines,” he said, “resume countdown.”
Mabumba gave a start on being addressed, then turned to his console. “Countdown resumed,” he said.
Martinez turned to Pilot Second Class Eruken. “Prepare to depressurize and retract the docking tube as soon asCorona’s airlock is shut.”
Eruken busied himself at his console. “Preparing to depressurize and retract docking tube.”
Martinez raised the volume on the outside comm in time to hear Ondakaal again invoke the authority of the Fleet Commander and demand to be let aboard.
“Lord Lieutenant!” Martinez said. “Explain yourself! Why are you trying to break intoCorona’s airlock!”
“You withdrew your guards!” Ondakaal shouted “What is this treachery?”
“Air and water connections withdrawn,” Mabumba reported in a hushed voice, pitched so Ondakaal couldn’t overhear. “Outside vents sealed.”
“I withdrew my guards because of your threatening and abusive behavior,” Martinez said to Ondakaal. “I shall report this to your superior.”
“Fleet Commander Fanaghee has ordered an inspection of your ship,” Ondakaal said.
“Nonsense!” Martinez said. “I’ve heard of no inspection.”
“It’s asurprise inspection,” Ondakaal said. “As I was trying to explain this to your master weaponer—”
“Outside airlock door closed,” Eruken said in a near whisper, imitation of Mabumba’s hushed tones. Martinez put his hand over his microphone to keep Ondakaal from overhearing.
“Depressurize and withdraw boarding tube. Warn crew to secure for zero gravity.”
“Yes, Lord Lieutenant.”
“All maneuvering thrusters gimbaled,” Mabumba said. “Pressure at thruster heads nominal.” A warning blast sounded, shrill and sudden, then faded. “Zero gravity warning sounded.”
“If your master weaponer has shown you the fleetcom’s order…” Ondakaal was continuing.
Martinez took his hand from his microphone. “Master Alikhan is bringing the order now,” he told him. “Once I read it, I’m sure there will be no difficulty. Please stand by.”
Ondakaal fell silent, his arms hanging at his sides in an expression of baffled defeat. He had decided to trust that the order from Fanaghee would pry openCorona’s airlock, but his posture suggested he doubted that the order would work its magic.
“Boarding tube withdrawn,” Eruken reported. “Ship is on one hundred percent internal power. Electrical connections withdrawn. Outside connectors sealed.”
Martinez looked at his own displays. The Daimong ships now had Naxid guards on their airlocks, the Daimong guards withdrawn or under arrest. The displays could tell him nothing now that he didn’t already know.
He began reconfiguring his displays for engine start and maneuver.
“Data connectors withdrawn,” Eruken said. “Outside data ports sealed.”
Martinez saw Ondakaal start, then he began an urgent communication with his sleeve display. Martinez couldn’t quite hear the exchange. Then Ondakaal looked up in surprise at the camera above the airlock.
“You have withdrawn air and water connections to your ship!” he said. “What does this mean?”
Martinez permitted himself a tight smile. “I am sealing myself from the station,” he said, “until certain things are explained.”
“You are not authorized!” Ondakaal raged. “You must open your airlock to our inspectors!”
“Please tell me,” Martinez said, “why you want to bring armed personnel onto my ship. You don’t need guns for an inspection, Lieutenant.”
“This is by order of the Fleet Commander! You are not to question her orders!”
“Main engines gimbaled,” Mabumba said. “Gimbal test successful.” Then, “Holding at ten seconds.”
“Launch,” Martinez said.
“Launch?” demanded Ondakaal. “What do you meanlaunch? ”
Martinez cut the Naxid off.
“Engines ready to fire on command,” said Mabumba.
“Clamps withdrawn,” Eruken said. “Magnetic grapples released.”
Coronawas berthed nose-in to the outer rim of Magaria’s outer accelerator ring, which was rotating at nine times the speed of the planet below. The rotation of the ring supplied the centrifugal force that provided gravity to the ship. In order to unberth, the ship didn’t need to fire maneuvering thrusters, it merely had to ungrapple and allow the release of centripetal force to hurl the frigate into space.
Which meant that the ship’s apparent gravity was gone. Martinez’s first indication thatCorona was clear of the station was the fact that he began to float free of his couch and discovered that he’d ignored his own zero-gee warning and failed to strap himself in. He busied himself with his harness.
The gimbaled acceleration cages creaked slightly as the weight came off them. “Clear of the ring,” Eruken reported. “Clear ofPerigee .” The berths were staggered slightly so thatCorona wouldn’t be swatted out of the sky by the tail of the next ship moored to the ring, but still it was always a relief to know that the danger was past.
“Pilot, zero our momentum,” Martinez said. He didn’t wantCorona to keep floating out into space, where it would make a perfect slow-moving target. He presumed that the Naxids wouldn’t fire their antimatter missiles, since an antimatter warhead exploding on top ofCorona would vaporize not only the target, but the dockyards, all the moored warships, and a chunk of the accelerator ring. But the point-defense lasers carried by the warships could be used offensively againstCorona, and so could the antiproton beams carried by some of the larger ships. Though the lasers probably weren’t powerful enough to kill the frigate, Martinez wasn’t as confident about the antiproton beams, and any kind of damage might be fatal to his plans.