Crown of Slaves

fearlessly. Not much else to do, really, once a man has taken the plunge and he's sailing through the air.

God, I hope that water's deep. Really deep.

'-set himself up like a Pharaoh of old, with Manpower's bribes filling his coffers. He'll make Nero look like a saint. Whatever's left of Haven's moral fiber will be gone within a few years, the whole population given over to idleness and debauchery. The Revolution has to be saved before-'

* * *

Working their way through the passages wasn't as bad as Thandi had feared. On this, at least, Watanapongse had been wrong. The simple logic of the slaver ship's semi-obsolescent mass jettisoning design precluded complex internal passageways. The slavers couldn't afford to have slaves being driven to their death by poison gases die along the way from simply becoming lost.

So, the passage layout was simple and straightforward. Nor was there any doubt where the slaves themselves were kept. Every corridor was lined with hatches which obviously opened into the slave quarters.

The problem was opening them.

More precisely, the problem was that Thandi had no choice but to do so. She'd have preferred-this had been the plan all along-to bypass the slave quarters altogether. From a purely military standpoint, the slaves would just get in the way. Better to leave them locked down and release them after it was all over. Even then, Thandi hadn't looked forward to handling the chaos which was sure to result.

But now-

'You're sure you can't open it?' Thandi glared at the hatch at the end of one of the passages. That hatch, clearly enough, did not lead to one of the slave chambers. It would, instead, allow them to penetrate closer to the areas of the ship restricted to the crew; and, eventually, to the bridge.

Ruth joined Thandi in glaring at the recalcitrant hatch.

'Can't,' she grunted sourly. 'There is no electronic control for that hatch, Lieutenant. It must have a purely manual mechanism for opening it-and the mechanism is on the other side.'

Ruth's technical expertise didn't extend to metallurgy, and unlike Thandi, she was no Marine. But even she could tell that the hatch was made of battle steel. It would have taken forever to burn through that thing, even if they'd had the proper equipment. Which they didn't.

'This is taking paranoia to new limits,' she growled. 'Not even warships have purely manual hatches.'

Thandi was almost grinding her own teeth, but she snorted in bitter amusement.

'Warships don't worry much about mutiny, Your Highness. Not enough, that's for sure, to do something like this.'

'You're right.' Ruth shook her head in disgust and closed her mini-computer. 'I'm sorry, Lieutenant. But there's nothing for it. I don't think we've got any choice except to go through the slave quarters.'

Ruth swiveled on her haunches and studied a hatch a few meters down the corridor. That one, unlike the one she and Thandi were squatting before, was of a standard design. Not very heavily built, for one thing. And, more important, with the tell-tale instrument panel not far away which would provide her with access to the locks.

'Weird design,' she murmured. 'But it all makes sense, in a way. At least, if you can think like a sociopath. They aren't worried about slaves breaking into most of the ship, after all. What can they do'-she nodded toward the manual hatch-'assuming they can't get access to the passages leading to the ship's control areas?'

She glanced up at the ceiling and spotted the vents immediately. 'If the slaves do succeed in breaking out, they just get gassed and jettisoned. A big loss of profit, sure, but they really can't threaten the ship itself.'

Thandi looked at her watch. 'We've already used up an hour and half, most of it spent wandering these passages trying to find one that gives us access to the bridge. We can't delay any longer.' She scowled at the hatch leading to the slave quarters. 'As you say, 'nothing for it.' We'll have to go through the slave quarters, however much that delays us.'

She sighed heavily. 'I hadn't counted on this. And who's to say we won't face the same problem there?' She poked a stiff finger at the offending hatch. 'Why wouldn't all the hatches leading to the bridge have the same manual-only design?'

Ruth shook her head. 'That's possible, but… I'd be surprised. Keep in mind that these passages-and the hatches that lead to them from the control areas-are used very rarely. Except for emergencies, probably only twice each voyage. Once to load the 'cargo,' and once to unload it. Whereas the hatches-probably just one hatch-leading directly to the slave quarters would be used by the crew every day. Manual-only hatches are a real pain in the ass. It wouldn't be that hard to make a single electronically controlled hatch pretty much fool-proof.'

She glanced down, with great satisfaction, at the mini-computer in her hands. 'Fool-proof from slaves, at least. Who can't possibly afford the kind of equipment a princess can-and you don't want to know how loud and long my father howled when I told him what I wanted for my birthday. This thing is worth more than its weight in gold. Uh, considerably more.'

Thandi was puzzled. 'Why would the crew need regular access to the slave quarters? Once they're locked down-oh.'

Ruth's faced was pinched and hostile. 'Yeah. 'Oh.' You're dealing with the scum of the universe here, Lieutenant. It's one of the perks of being part of a slaver crew. All the sex you want-any way you want it, with anybody.'

Angrily, she rose and stalked over to the other hatch. The Amazons, despite being much larger and more muscular women, gave way before her instantly. The expression on the princess' face was truly savage.

Ruth had the panel open and began working on her computer again. 'Well, not exactly,' she muttered. 'They'd have no interest in most of the slaves. But a large shipment is bound to have some of the pleasure lines included. They'd be kept in a special quarters not far from the entry hatch.'

Thandi squatted down next to her. 'How do you know so much about it?' she asked.

Ruth kept working. 'I hate slavery. Always have. Imbibed it from my mother's milk, probably. She was a slave too, you know. Not exactly the same kind as Manpower's, but close enough. And the two things I always study a lot are the things I love and the things I hate.'

The quick fingers paused at the keyboard. 'That's odd…'

She looked up at Thandi. 'I was going to disconnect all the surveillance equipment in the slave quarters. More precisely, set the records to just keep recycling on a two-hour interval so we'd be able to move through there without anyone on the bridge knowing we've arrived. But-'

She looked back down at her computer. 'The slaves must have already gotten loose. All the surveillance equipment in the slave quarters appears to be have been smashed.'

Thandi pursed her lips. 'That'll make our life easier in one respect-but it also means it'll be chaos in there. Damn.'

'Well, it's all done except the last, then. It's your call.' Ruth tapped one of the keys lightly. 'Once I punch in this last command, the hatch opens and we're in the middle of them. A madhouse, probably, even if Manpower hadn't packed this ship with twice the number of slaves they'd normally be hauling.'

Thandi didn't hesitate. 'Do it.'

The hatch slid aside. Thandi was through it in a combat crouch. Not wanting to inflict mayhem on panicky slaves, to be sure, but still prepared to do it if necessary. Time was running out for Victor and Berry.

* * *

She stayed in the crouch, for several seconds. But that was simply due to surprise.

'Welcome,' said the smiling man who greeted her. He was wearing the very utilitarian garb provided for slaves in transport. Nothing much more than a jumpsuit with no pockets, and cheap sandals on his feet. A dozen other men and women were crammed into the same small chamber. Most of them were perched on the chamber's four cots, which were stacked two deep on either side. They must have been forced to share the beds.

Thandi stared. She was almost gaping. All of the slaves were smiling. And not one of them seemed even surprised-much less panicked.

'Greetings,' he repeated. 'The Princess told us you'd be coming. Let me take you to her.'