Chapter Twenty-Three
Motsu Kazuka: the language of the Nu-chala-nuth. In defiance of Nexus policy, the People refuse to teach the Ninetongue of the Nexus to any of prepubescent blood. Thus for the People the Ninetongue is always a second learning, and many are less than fluent even in the Code Seven Commonspeech, which serves beneath a billion suns as the language of day-to-day communication and communion.
Ah! Fluid the blood, the ballet,
The fluent flux which entertains as we In sated sugars watch and coy – while shadows Sabotage our locks, and shape To slice and dice, titanium and steel.
'Startrooper Hatch,' said Senk. 'Startrooper Lon Oliver. I have something very special in store for you.'
There was momentary pause. Hatch briefly thought that Senk was going to command them to fight each other in the fact of the flesh, blade against blade or fist against fist. If so – then so be it! He was ready. But – 'Combat will take place in the illusion tanks, as usual,' said Senk, as if reading Hatch's mind. 'You will each have command of a Galactic Class MegaCommand Cruiser.'
'In what setting?' said Hatch, trying to control his dismay.
It was what he had expected, but it was still hard to hear his doom and know himself defeated. The MegaCommand was the biggest and the best of all the starships of the Nexus. Lon Oliver loved the thing, but Hatch had never felt confident in its employment. He was going to loose this encounter. He was sure of it.
'Your battle will be played out in deep space,' said Senk.
'A quick-plunge?' said Lupus, with those words asking if the combatants would be plunged straight into battle.
'No,' said Senk. You will each have three arcs to prepare your MegaCommands for battle.'
'Three arcs,' said Hatch.
This increased his despondency. Three arcs was roughly a quarter of a night. Since Lupus was the one who knew the MegaCommand best, Lupus was the one who would be better able to use the luxury of so much time.
'Three arcs, yes,' said Senk. 'One final thing. This combat will take place in the context of an interesting scenario.'
An interesting scenario? What did that mean? Hatch presumed that Senk had thought up something new. But what?
'As all Startroopers and Combat Cadets know full well,' said Paraban Senk, 'the Nexus endured appalling damage during the Spasm Wars. Billions died. It was the People of the Nu-chala-nuth who provoked those Spasm Wars. Billions died because of Nu-chala-nuth.
Right now, to my dismay, I find those same alien doctrines of Nuchala-nuth have sparked riot and disorder in Dalar ken Halvar itself.'
'Yes,' said Lupus loudly. 'And Hatch, Asodo Hatch, he was the one, he wrote, he taught, his thesis, it's all his fault.'
Hatch tried to protest.
'My thesis – '
'Silence!' said Senk, voice amplified to thunder-clap, blasting Hatch's protest into silence. 'This is the scenario. A Nexus ship crewed exclusively by the Nu-chala-nuth has mutinied.
Asodo Hatch is the captain of that ship. A ship loyal to the purity of the Nexus has been sent to destroy the mutinous ship.
Lupus Lon Oliver is the captain of the loyal ship.'
Again Hatch tried to protest.
'Listen,' said Hatch, 'I never – '
'You wrote the thesis!' said Senk, again over-riding Hatch by brute force of amplification. 'You brought the doctrines of Nuchala-nuth to Dalar ken Halvar, you and none other. As for Lupus Lon Oliver, he told me long ago that he never wished to command any of the Nu-chala-nuth. He would not have them as crew on his ships. That was what he said. You made your choices, both of you.
You made your choices long ago. Now live by your choices. Go! To the combat bays. Now! Go!'
By now, both Hatch and Lupus had clamped their hands to their ears to muffle the force of that onslaught. Paraban Senk was booming like a thunder-god.
'You have your orders!' said Senk. 'Go!'
Hatch saw he was going to be shouted down if he tried to protest further, so he fled. All the way to the combat bays he swore savagely. Senk had set him up nicely. By making this a combat of MegaCommand Cruisers, Senk had doomed Hatch to defeat.
And by giving Hatch command of a mutinous Nu-chala-nuth MegaCommand Cruiser, Senk had underlined Hatch's responsibility for the real-world revolution now taking place in Dalar ken Halvar itself.
'Bitch of a bastard!' said Hatch.
Then gained his chosen combat bay. Its door hardened to kaleidoscope. He slammed his fist against the door. Savagely.
Testing it. The door held. Very well. Hatch dropped himself into the initiation seat. Paraban Senk's face appeared on the combat bay's display screen.
'How do you feel?' said Senk.
'How do you think I feel?' said Hatch. 'You want to kill me, don't you?'
'I am obedient to my priorities,' said Senk. 'My ruling priority is simple. I must train Startroopers. Lupus Lon Oliver can assist me with that task. You cannot.'
'I can,' said Hatch.
'How so?' said Senk.
Hatch was on the spot. Unless he could talk his way out of this one, he was going to be defeated in battle, he was going to be expelled from the Combat College in consequence of his defeat, and he would be killed in Dalar ken Halvar by those who saw him as being responsible for the revolution in that city.
'I can help you,' said Hatch, 'Because I'm politically astute enough to take control of the Nu-chala-nuth. To lead the revolution.'
Even as he said it, it sounded like madness. But what alternative did he have? Senk had publicly linked Hatch with the Nu-chala-nuth. Senk had named Hatch as the person responsible for the revolution. Senk had seated him on a tiger, and now he must ride it or be eaten.
'You'd what!?' said Senk. 'You'd lead a religious revolution?
I couldn't permit such a disaster.'
'On the contrary,' said Hatch. 'You must permit exactly that.
Because – because a revolution led by the Nu-chala-nuth is your sole chance of survival.'
'That's a nonsense,' said Senk.
'Is it?' said Hatch. 'The physical fabric of the Combat College is starting to fall apart. One of the airlock doors is gone. Most of the combat bays don't work any more. The cafeteria food is questionable. You won't be able to work unassisted. Not for much longer.'
'I'll do my best,' said Senk. 'The Free Corp will help me.'
'Ah,' said Hatch. 'But what's the Free Corp's motivation?'
'The Free Corps,' said Senk, 'is motivated by loyalty to the Nexus. If you've got a point, then make it quickly, Hatch. Lon Oliver is asking me why there's a delay.'
'Then let him audit this conversation,' said Hatch. 'Senk, listen to me. The Free Corps is dominated by submission psychology. The Free Corps gives you its loyalty because you're the biggest, strongest, most powerful thing around.'
'The Nu-chala-nuth are ruled by a similar psychological priority,' said Senk.
'Ah,' said Hatch. 'But you're doomed to fail, and publicly.
Your doors are breaking down, your functions failing. Soon you'll need active human help to accomplish your mission. The Free Corps won't help you when you're a cripple.'
'That's debatable,' said Senk.
