that time, Blair's life became nothing but a string of petty frustrations. The worst problem was expediting the requisitions Tolwyn issued to Blackmane Base in the midst of the chaos and confusion which reigned during the last days of the base's closing process. But after many shouting matches over the comm channel, Blair finally got results. Now he possessed a full contingent of fighters in Victory's hangar deck, store rooms bulging with spare parts and stores of all kinds, and three new pilots to assign to Mbuto's interceptor squadron. It was progress, of a sort. But it had been slow going for a time, and Blair was worn out with the constant strain of it all.
A tractor towed the fighter, a Longbow looking as if it had never been flown, toward a storage bay. The flight deck was bustling with activity, but for the moment Blair and Rachel were out of problems. It was a rare yet pleasant feeling.
'Uh . . . skipper?' Rachel spoke with none of her accustomed brashness. 'Can we chat? Off the record . . .'
'Isn't that the way we usually do it?' Blair asked her.
'Yeah,' the chief admitted. 'That's one of the things I like about you.' She hesitated 'And the fact that I do like you is why I want to say this . . .'
'Spit it out, Chief,' he said as she paused again.
'You've got this . . . look in your eyes that I've seen before,' she said slowly. 'I had this guy, see? A pilot. One day he saw his wingman get fried, and he came in blaming himself for it. Didn't matter what I said, what anybody said, he was convinced he let old Shooter down.'
'And?' Blair prompted.
A few days later . . . he took an Arrow out and just kept on going. Hit a jump point just as the Kilrathi were coming through. There were a lot of fireworks . . .' She trailed off, her eyes focused on someplace far away. 'They never found him . . . not even a debris field. He might still be out there, for all I know.'
'I'm . . . sorry,' Blair said quietly. 'But. . . why tell me about it?'
'That look in your eye, it's like the one he had before he cracked, skipper.' She paused again. 'You want to talk? I may be a lowly techie. but I've got a sympathetic ear.'
Blair didn't answer for a long time. 'I had . . . have . . . someone, too. I don't know which it is, any more. She got caught up in some hush-hush mission, and nobody's heard from her for months. Maybe she's managed to sidestep the whole war-ditched in neutral territory somewhere. But I keep having these nightmares about her . . He looked away. 'I keep thinking, one way or the other I would hear . . . only I haven't heard, and I'm afraid . . . you know.'
Rachel nodded. 'I know. Maybe your gal and my guy found each other out there.'
He forced a smile. 'Yeah . . . maybe so. At least they'd both be alive, then . . .'
'Yeah, but on the other hand if I found out he'd been making time with some hot-shot lady pilot, I'd have to kill him myself when he finally got back.' She managed a laugh.
After a moment, Blair joined in. It felt good to laugh.
'Scotch,' Blair said, perching on a stool at the bar. 'Preferably something that's at least been in the same sector as Scotland, this time.'
Rostov grinned at him. 'There's a war on, Colonel. You gotta take whatever they hand you, da?'
Maniac Marshall was sitting further down the bar, studying a holomagazine and sipping at a tall glass of beer. He looked up as if only just noticing Blair's arrival. 'Well, well, honoring the peasants with another visit, eh, Colonel? Shall I kiss your ring, or will a reverential bow be enough?' He mimicked the slight bow Hobbes often made.
'Can't we have a truce, at least for tonight, Maniac?' Blair said wearily. 'I'm not in the mood for sniping.'
'Hah! You looked like you were in a pretty good mood down there in the hangar deck today,' Marshall said. 'What's the matter, loverboy? You put the moves on everybody's favorite grease monkey and get yourself shot down?'
Blair frowned. 'I didn't 'put the moves' on her . . .
'Hey, man, it's all right, really it is,' Maniac told him with a grin. 'I mean, even a high flyer like you has to have an off day now and then. Of course, I doubt it'd take a whole hell of a lot of high-risk maneuvering to get into her pants, but maybe you're just out of practice . . .'
'So what's your excuse, then, Maniac?' Blair asked. 'You must have tried out your usual wit and charm on the lady. Did you crash and burn?'
'Yeah, right,' Marshall said, looking away. 'As if I'd waste my time on some punked-out little techie. Of course, you never did have any taste. First that snotty French bitch . . . now. . . . Wise up, Blaze-Away. There's a lot better to choose from on this tub than that cheap slut . . .
Blair was out of his seat and beside Marshall in a single quick move. He grabbed the front of Maniac's uniform and hauled him to his feet. 'Get this, Marshall, and get it good,' he hissed. 'You can talk about me any way you want to. But I won't tolerate you running down anyone in this wing, man, woman . . . or cat. And if you want to keep using that nose to breathe through, you won't ever insult Angel again . . . or Rachel Coriolis either, for that matter. You getting any of this, mister?'
Maniac pulled back, freeing himself from Blair's grip and holding up both hands. 'Whoa! Back off, man. He studied Blair for a moment. 'Looks like you've got a real case, after all. Question is, which one's the lucky girl?'
Blair took another step forward. 'I told you to lay off, Major,' he said slowly.
'Okay, okay, I'm sorry. It was supposed to be a joke, man. I'm sorry.' Maniac turned to leave, then faced Blair one more time. 'But listen to me, Colonel, sir. If you don't start loosening up pretty damn quick. you're cruising for a psych hearing. You're tighter than a vacuum seal and I wouldn't like to be around when everything blows out.'
'Mind your own business, Maniac, and let me worry about mine,' Blair told him. 'And in the meantime, just stay out of my way.'
CHAPTER XVII
In due course, Victory entered the Ariel System, traveling by way of a jump point in the Delius Belt. Deep in the heart of the Caliban Nebula, the system had only one planet of any notable size, though there were many other smaller worldlets, asteroids, and similar junk in the system as well. Ariel I was never judged worthwhile as a potential colony, but Confederation Intelligence sources had long identified it as a major headquarters for Kilrathi raiders. Previous Terran attempts to deal with the base met with little success, thanks to the strength of the ground-based defenses on the planet and the difficulties of mounting operations within the nebula. Long-range sensors were virtually useless, and even shortrange scans required more time, more power, and more computer interpolation than usual, which made for many extra problems.
But the conditions also helped hide Victory from detection, as Eisen had explained during the original briefing. The Kilrathi maintained a network of detection buoys around the planet and near most of the jump points,