Mutineer's Moon

his arms.

“First, Commander, a confession. I supported the mutiny with all my heart, and I fought hard to make it a success. Most of the Imperials in this control room would admit the same. But—” his eyes met Colin’s unflinchingly “—we were used, Commander MacIntyre.”

Colin returned his gaze silently, and Horus shrugged.

“I know. It was our own fault, and we’ve been forced to accept that. We attempted to desert ‘in the face of the enemy,’ as your own code of military justice would phrase it, and we recognize our guilt. Indeed, that’s the reason none of us wear the uniform to which we were once entitled. Yet there’s another side to us, Commander, for once we recognized how horribly wrong we’d been, we also attempted to make amends. And not all of us were mutineers.”

He paused and looked back at Jiltanith, whose face was harder and colder than ever. It was a fortress, her hatred a portcullis grinding down, and her bitter eyes ignored Horus to look straight into Colin’s face.

“Jiltanith was no mutineer, Commander,” Horus said softly.

“No?” Colin surprised himself by how gently his question came out. Jiltanith’s obvious youth beside the other, aged Imperials had already set her apart. Somehow, without knowing exactly why, he’d felt her otherness.

“No,” Horus said in the same soft voice. “ ’Tanni was six Terran years old, Commander. Why should a child be held accountable for our acts?”

Colin nodded slowly, committing himself to nothing, yet that, at least, he understood. To be sentenced to eternal exile or death for a crime you had never committed would be enough to wake hatred in anyone.

“But Dahak’s business is with all of us, I suppose,” Horus continued quietly, “and my fellows and I accept that. We’ve grown old, Commander. Our lives are largely spent. It is only for ’Tanni and the other innocents we would plead. And, perhaps, for some of our comrades to the south.”

“That’s very eloquent, Horus,” Colin said, tone carefully neutral, “but—”

“But we must work our passage, is that it?” Horus interrupted, and Colin nodded slowly. “Why, so we think, as well.

“When Anu organized his mutiny, Commander, Commander (BioSciences) Inanna picked the most suitable psych profiles for recruitment. Even the Imperium had its malleable elements, and she and Anu chose well. Some were merely frightened of death; others were dissatisfied and saw a chance for promotion and power; still others were simply bored and saw a chance for adventure. But what very few of them knew was that Anu’s inner circle had motives quite different from their own.

“Anu’s professed goal was to seize the ship and flee the Achuultani, but the plain truth of the matter was that he, like many of the crew, no longer believed in the Achuultani.” Colin sat a bit straighter, eager to hear another perspective—even one which might prove self-serving—on the mutiny, but he let his face show doubt.

“Oh, the records were there,” Horus agreed, “but the Imperium was old, Commander. We were regimented, disciplined, prepared for battle at the drop of a hat—or that, at least, was the idea. Yet we’d waited too long for the enemy. We were no longer attack dogs straining at the leash. We’d become creatures of habit, and many of us believed deep in our souls that we were regimented and controlled and trained for a purpose that no longer existed.

“Even those of us who’d seen proof of the Achuultani’s existence—dead planets, gutted star systems, the wreckage of ancient battle fleets—had never seen the Achuultani, and our people were not so very different from your own. Anything beyond your own life experience wasn’t quite ‘real’ to us. After seven thousand years in which there were no new incursions, after five thousand years of preparation for an attack that never came, after three thousand years of sending out probes that found no sign of the enemy, it was hard to believe there still was an enemy. We’d mounted guard too long, and perhaps we simply grew bored.” Horus shrugged. “But the fact remains that only a minority of us truly believed in the Achuultani, and many of those were terrified.

“So Anu’s chosen pretext was shrewd. It appealed to the frightened, gave an excuse to the disaffected, and offered the bored the challenge of a new world to conquer, one beyond the stultifying reach of the Imperium. Yet it was only a pretext, for Anu himself sought escape from neither the Achuultani nor from boredom. He wanted Dahak for himself, and he had no intention of marooning the loyalists upon Earth.”

Colin knew he was leaning forward and suspected his face was giving away entirely too much, yet there was nothing he could do about it. This was a subtly different story from the one Dahak had given him, but it made sense.

And perhaps the difference wasn’t so strange. The data in Dahak’s memory was all the reality there was for the old starship—before it found itself operating completely on its own, at least. He’d noticed that the computer never used a personal pronoun to denote itself or its actions or responses prior to or immediately following the mutiny, and he thought he knew why. “Comp Cent” had been intended purely as a data and systems management tool to be used only under direct human supervision; Dahak’s present, fully-developed self-awareness was a product of fifty-one millennia of continuous, unsupervised operation. And if that awareness had evolved after the mutiny, why should the computer question its basic data? To the records, unlike the merely human personnel who had crewed the vast ship, the Achuultani’s existence was axiomatic and incontestable, and so it had become for Dahak. Why should he doubt that it was equally so for humanity? Particularly if that had been Anu’s “official” reason? Of course it made sense … and Dahak himself was aware of his own lack of imagination, of empathy for the human condition.

“I believe,” Horus’s heavy voice recaptured Colin’s attention, “that Anu is mad. I believe he was mad even then, but I may be wrong. Yet he truly believed that, backed by Dahak’s power, he could overthrow the Imperium itself.

“I can’t believe he could have succeeded, however disaffected portions of the population might have become, but what mattered was that he believed he had some sort of divine mission to conquer the Imperium, and the seizure of the ship was but the first step in that endeavor.

“Yet he had to move carefully, so he lied to us. He intended all along to massacre anyone who refused to join him, but because he knew many of his adherents would balk at that he pretended differently. He even yielded to our insistence that the hypercom spares be loaded aboard the transports we believed would carry the marooned loyalists to Earth so that, in time, they might build a hypercom and call for help. And he promised us a surgical operation, Commander. His carefully prepared teams would seize the critical control nodes, cut Comp Cent from the net, and present Senior Fleet Captain Druaga with a fait accompli.

“And we believed him,” Horus almost whispered. “May the Maker forgive us, we believed him, though if we’d bothered to think even for a moment, we would have known better. With so little of the core crew—no more than seven thousand at best—with us, his ‘surgical operation’ was an impossibility. When he stockpiled combat armor and weapons and had his people in Logistics sabotage as much other armor as they possibly could, we should have realized. But we didn’t. Not until the fighting broke out and the blood began to flow. Not until it was far too late to change sides.”

Horus fell silent, and Colin stared at him, willing him to continue yet aware the other must pause and gather himself. Intellectually, he knew it could all be a self-serving lie; instinctively, he knew it was the truth, at least as Horus believed it.

“The final moments aboard Dahak were a nightmare, Commander,” the old man said finally. “Red Two, Internal, had been set. Lifeboats were ejecting. We were falling back to Bay Ninety-One, running for our lives, afraid we wouldn’t make it, sickened by the bloodshed. But once we’d left Dahak astern, we were faced with what we’d done. More than that, we knew—or some of us did, at least—what Anu truly was. And so this ship, Nergal, deserted Anu.”

Horus smiled wryly as Colin blinked in surprise.

“Yes, Commander, we were double mutineers. We ran for it—just this one ship, with barely two hundred souls aboard—and somehow, in the confusion, we escaped Anu’s scanners and hid from him.

“Our plan, such as it was, was simplicity itself. We knew Anu had prepared a contingency plan that was supposed to give him control of the ship no matter what happened, though we had no idea what it was. We speculated that it concerned the ship’s power, since he was Chief Engineer, but all that really mattered was that he