There was a momentary delay before the answer came. 'Captain, we've taken a meteor strike aft, apparently a metallic body. It must have hit us a tremendous wallop because it's set up a rotation. I've called out Damage Control.'
'Good work, Taylor,' I said. I keyed for Stores; the object must have hit about there. 'This is the Captain,' I said. 'Any damage there?'
I got a hum of background noise, then a too-close transmission. 'Uh, Cap'n, we got a hole in the aft bulkhead here. I slapped a seal pad over it. Man, that coulda killed somebody.'
I flipped off the intercom and started aft at a run. My visitors had evaporated. In the passage men stood, milled, called questions. I keyed my talker as I ran. 'Taylor, order all hands to emergency stations.'
It was difficult running, since the deck had assumed an apparent tilt. Loose gear was rolling and sliding along underfoot, propelled forward by centrifugal force. Aft of Stores, I heard the whistle of escaping air and high-pressure gasses from ruptured lines. Vapor clouds fogged the air. I called for floodlights for the whole sector.
Clay appeared out of the fog with his damage control crew. 'Sir,' he said, 'it's punctured inner and outer shells in two places, and fragments have riddled the whole sector. There are at least three men dead, and two hurt.'
'Taylor,' I called, 'let's have another damage control crew back here on the triple. Get the medics back here, too.' Clay and his men put on masks and moved off. I borrowed one from a man standing by and followed. The large exit puncture was in the forward cargo lock. The chamber was sealed off, limiting the air loss.
'Clay,' I said, 'pass this up for the moment and get that entry puncture sealed. I'll put the extra crew in suits to handle this.'
I moved back into the clear air and called for reports from all sections. The worst of the damage was in the auxiliary power control room, where communication and power lines were slashed and the panel cut up. The danger of serious damage to essential equipment had been very close, but we had been lucky. This was the first instance I had heard of of encountering an object at hyper-light speed.
It was astonishing how this threat to our safety cleared the air. The men went about their duties more cheerfully than they had for months, and Kramer was conspicuous by his subdued air. The emergency had reestablished at least for the time the normal discipline; the men still relied on the captain in trouble.
Damage control crews worked steadily for the next seventy-two hours, replacing wiring, welding, and testing. Power Section jockeyed endlessly, correcting air circulation. Meanwhile, I checked hourly with Survey Section, hoping for good news to consolidate the improved morale situation.
It was on Sunday morning, just after dawn relief, that Lieutenant Taylor came up to the Bridge looking sick.
'Sir,' he said, 'we took more damage than we knew.' He stopped and swallowed hard.
'What have you got, Lieutenant?' I said.
'We missed a piece. It must have gone off on a tangent through Stores into the cooler. Clipped the coolant line, and let warm air in. All the fresh frozen stuff is contaminated and rotten.' He gagged. 'I got a whiff of it, sir. Excuse me.' He rushed away.
This was calamity.
We didn't carry much in the way of fresh natural food; but what we had was vital. It was a bulky, delicate cargo to handle, but the chemists hadn't yet come up with synthetics to fill all the dietary needs of man. We could get by fine for a long time on vitamin tablets and concentrates; but there were nutritional elements that you couldn't get that way. Hydroponics didn't help; we had to have a few ounces of fresh meat and vegetables grown in Sol-light every week, or start to die within months.
2
I knew that Kramer wouldn't let this chance pass. As Medical Officer he would be well within his rights in calling to my attention the fact that our health would soon begin to suffer. I felt sure he would do so as loudly and publicly as possible at the first opportunity.
My best move was to beat him to the punch by making a general announcement, giving the facts in the best possible light. That might take some of the sting out of anything Kramer said later.
I gave it to them, short and to the point. 'Men, we've just suffered a serious loss. All the fresh frozen stores are gone. That doesn't mean we'll be going on short rations; there are plenty of concentrates and vitamins aboard. But it does mean we're going to be suffering from deficiencies in our diet.
'We didn't come out here on a pleasure cruise; we're on a mission that leaves no room for failure. This is just one more fact for us to face. Now let's get on with the job.'
I walked into the wardroom, drew a cup of near-coffee, and sat down. The screen showed a Jamaica beach with booming surf. The sound track picked up the crash and hiss of the breakers, and off-screen a gull screamed. Considering the red plague that now covered the Caribbean, I thought it was a poor choice. I dialed a high view of rolling farmland.
Mannion sat at a table across the room with Kirschenbaum. They were hunched over their cups, not talking. I wondered where they stood. Mannion, Communications Officer, was neurotic, but an old Armed Forces man. Discipline meant a lot to him. Kirschenbaum, Power Chief, was a joker, with cold eyes, and smarter than he seemed. The question was whether he was smart enough to realize the stupidity of retreat now.
Kramer walked in, not wasting any time. He stopped a few feet from my table, and said loudly, 'Captain, I'd like to know your plans, now that the possibility of continuing is out.'
I sipped my near-coffee and looked at the rolling farmland. I didn't answer him. If I could get him mad, I could take him at this game.
Kramer turned red. He didn't like being ignored. The two at the other table were watching.
'Captain,' Kramer said loudly. 'As Medical Officer I have to know what measures you're taking to protect the health of the men.'
This was a little better. He was on the defensive now; explaining why he had a right to question his commander. I wanted him a little hotter, though.
I looked up at him. 'Kramer,' I said in a clear, not too loud voice, 'you're on watch. I don't want to find you hanging around the wardroom making light chitchat until you're properly relieved from duty.' I went back to my near-coffee and the farmland. A river was in view now, and beyond it distant mountains.
Kramer tried to control his fury. 'Joyce has relieved me, Captain,' he snarled, then sweetened his tone. 'I felt I'd better take this matter up with you as soon as possible, since it affects the health of every man aboard.' He was trying to keep cool, in command of himself.
'I haven't authorized any changes in the duty roster, Major,' I said mildly. 'Report to your post.' I was riding the habit of discipline now, as far as it would carry me. I hoped that disobedience of a direct order, solidly based on regulations, was a little too big a jump for Kramer at the moment. Tomorrow it might be different. But it was essential that I break up the scene he was staging.
He wilted.
'I'll see you at seventeen hundred in the chart room, Kramer,' I said as he turned away. Mannion and Kirschenbaum looked at each other, then finished their near- coffee hurriedly and left. I hoped their version of the incident would help deflate Kramer's standing among the malcontents.
I left the wardroom and took the lift up to the Bridge and checked with Clay and his survey team.
'I think I've spotted a slight perturbation in Delta 3, Captain,' Clay said. 'I'm not sure; we're still pretty far out.'
'All right, Clay,' I said. 'Stay with it.'
Clay was one of my most dependable men, dedicated to his work. Unfortunately, he was no man of action. He would have little influence in a showdown.
I was at the Schmidt when I heard the lift open. I turned; Kramer, Fine, Taylor, and a half dozen enlisted crew chiefs crowded out, bunched together. They were all wearing needlers. At least they'd learned that much, I thought.
Kramer moved forward. 'We feel that the question of the men's welfare has to be dealt with right away, Captain,' he said smoothly.
I looked at him coldly, glanced at the rest of his crew. I said nothing.
'What we're faced with is pretty grim, even if we turn back now,' Kramer said. 'I can't be responsible for the results if there's any delay.' He spoke in an arrogant tone. I looked them over, let the silence build.
'You're in charge of this menagerie?' I said, looking at Kramer. 'If so, you've got thirty seconds to send them back to their kennels. We'll go into the matter of unauthorized personnel on the Bridge later. As for you, Major, you can consider yourself under arrest in quarters. Now MOVE.'
Kramer was ready to stare me down, but Fine gave me a break by tugging at his sleeve. Kramer shook him loose, snarling. At that the crew chiefs faded back into the lift. Fine and Taylor hesitated, then joined them. Kramer started to shout after them, then got hold of himself. The lift moved down. That left Kramer alone.
He thought about going for his needler. I looked at him through narrowed eyes. He decided to rely on his mouth, as usual. He licked his lips. 'All right, I'm under arrest,' he said. 'But as Medical Officer of this vessel it's my duty to remind you that we can't live without a certain minimum of fresh organic food. We've got to start back now.' He was pale, but determined. He couldn't bear the thought of getting bald and toothless from dietary deficiency; the girls would never give him another look.
'We're going on, Kramer,' I said. 'As long as we have a man aboard still able to move. Teeth or no teeth.'
'Deficiency disease is no joke, Captain,' Kramer said. 'You can get all the symptoms of leprosy, cancer and syphilis just by skipping a few necessary elements in your diet. And we're missing most of them.'
'Giving me your opinions is one thing, Kramer,' I said. 'Mutiny is another.'
Clay stood beside the main screen, wide-eyed. I couldn't send Kramer down under his guard. 'Let's go, Kramer,' I said. 'I'm locking you up myself.'
We rode down in the lift. The men who had been with Kramer stood awkwardly, silent as we stepped out into the passage. I spotted two chronic troublemakers among them. I thought I might as well call them now as later. 'Williams and Nagle,' I said, 'this officer is under arrest. Escort him to his quarters and lock him in.' As they stepped forward hesitantly, Kramer said, 'Keep your filthy hooks off me.' He started down the passage ahead of them.
If I could get Kramer put away before anybody else started trouble, I might be able to bluff it through. I followed him and his two sheepish guards down past the power section, and the mess. I hoped there would be a crowd there to see their hero Kramer under guard.
I got my wish. Apparently word had gone out of Kramer's arrest, and the corridor was clogged with men. They stood unmoving as we approached. Kramer stopped.
'Clear this passage, you men,' I said.
Slowly they began to move back, giving ground reluctantly.
Suddenly Kramer shouted. 'That's right, you whiners and complainers, clear the way so the captain can take me back to the missile deck and shoot me. You just want to talk about home; you haven't got the guts to do anything about it.'
The moving mass halted, milled. Someone shouted, 'Who's he think he is, anyway?'
Kramer whirled toward me. 'He thinks he's the man who's going to let you all rot alive, to save his record.'
'Williams, Nagle,' I said loudly, 'clear this passage.'
Williams started half-heartedly to shove at the men nearest him. A fist flashed out and snapped his head back. That was a mistake; Williams pulled his needler, and
