Four chairs; three Kzinti all in pressure suit armor. There was no separate cabin because they might have to work the cannon. It could have been worse.
They talked for a bit, mobile mouths snarling at each other inside fishbowl helmets. They fiddled with the controls. A sound of tigers fighting blasted from Paradoxical's backpack vest. My translator murmured, "So, Telepath! Welcome back to the Patriarch's service."
Two or three seconds of silence followed. In that moment Odysseus abruptly shrank to a toy and was gone. Disturbing eddies played through our bodies. The boat must be making twenty or thirty gravities, but it had good shielding. This was a warcraft.
Their prisoner decided to answer. "You honor me. You may call me LE Fly-By-Night."
"Honored you should be, Telepath, but your credit as a Legal Entity is forged, a telepath has no name, and Fly-By-Night is only a description, and in Interworld, too! Still you will command a harem before we do. We should envy you." That voice was Envoy's.
"Call me Fly-By-Night if I am expected to answer. Does the Patriarch still make addicts of any who show the talent?"
"You have hibernated for three centuries? We use advanced medical techniques in this age. Chemical mimic of sthondat lymph, six syllable name, more powerful, few side effects, diet additives to minimize those."
A second Kzin voice said, "You need not taste the drug yourself, Telepath, by my alpha officer's word."
"Only my poor kits, then. But how well do Kzinti keep each other's promises? I know that Odysseus was disabled despite all reassurance."
What? Fly-By-Night had no way to know that. I was only guessing, and his vac refuge had floated further from Odysseus than our own.
But Envoy said, "All follows the Covenants sworn with men at Shasht. That was my assurance, and it is good."
"Do those allow you to maroon a Legal Entity ship in deep space?"
"Summon them. Read them."
"My servant carries my computer and disk library."
The pilot tapped; we heard a click, then silence.
Paradoxical turned off his talker. "We can use this to speak to my master, but they may listen. What can you say that those oversized intestinal parasites may hear too?"
"Right now, nothing. Thrusters were yours first, weren't they? Called the gravity planer?"
"Jotoki created gravity planers, yes. Kzinti enslaved us and stole the design. Your folk stole it from Kzinti invaders."
"Is there anything you know about thrusters that they don't? Something that might help?"
"No. Idiot. What we learned of gravity motors, we learned from Kzinti!"
"Futz—"
"I had thought," Paradoxical said carefully, "that they would not keep their control room in vacuum."
"Their hostages are all frozen. Can't fight. Can't escape. Maybe they like that? Anything we try now would leave us dying in vacuum. How long can a Jotok stand vacuum?"
"A few seconds, then death."
"Humans can take a few minutes." Humans had, and survived. It was rare. "I might go blind first. Do you mind if I think out loud for a bit?"
"Do you talk to yourself to move messages across that narrow structure in your brain, the corpus callosum?"
"I have no idea." So I talked across my corpus callosum. "This is bad, but it could be worse. We might have been in a separate cargo hold, still in vacuum and locked out of a flight cabin."
"Rejoice."
"I thought I wouldn't have to worry about Odysseus. The ship's on a free fall course around Turnpoint Star, through the Gap and into free space. They still had hyperdrive and hyperwave and the attitude jets, last I saw. Attitude jets are just fusion reaction motors. That won't take them anywhere. Hyperdrive only works in flat space, so it won't get them into a solar system. They could still cross to Home system, call for help and get a tow. Two weeks?"
"Envoy said all of that to Captain Preiss. Wait—but—stop—didn't Envoy confess otherwise?"
"I heard. Futz." Fly-By-Night had done that very cleverly. But Envoy hadn't confessed; he had only insisted that he had not violated the Covenants.
"We'd better assume Packer shot up the control board. That would leave Odysseus as an inert box of hostages. Leave them falling. Retrieve them later."
Paradoxical said nothing.
"Next problem. Fly-By-Night can't get out of his refuge."
"Surely—"
"No, look, he can't slash his way out. He's got only his claws. He can zip it open. All the air spews out, and now he can try to get through the opening. He's too big. He'd die in vacuum while he was trying to wiggle free with those three laughing at him."
"Yes. Less than flexible, human and Kzinti. Are you small enough to get through the collar?"
"Yes." I was pretty sure. "Now, we can't warn Fly-By-Night. Any fighting, I'll have to start it. You're dead if I slash the refuge open, so I don't. I unzip it. Air pressure blows me out, poof. You zip it behind me quick so the refuge re-inflates. I'm in vacuum. I slash Fly-By-Night's refuge wide open and hand him the w'tsai. We're both fighting in vacuum against three Kzinti in pressure armor. How does it sound?"
"Beyond madness."
"There's no point anyway. If we could take the boat, we still couldn't break lightspeed, because the hyperdrive motor is on the ship. We'd die of old age here in the Nursery Nebula."
"You don't have a plan?"
I was still feeling it out. "The only way out has us waiting for these bandits to berth the boat to Stealthy-Mating. Maybe it's a good thing Fly-By-Night doesn't have his w'tsai. Kzinti self-control is . . . there's a word—"
"Oxymoron. But my master integrates selves well."
"They'll have to move the cargo modules inside the ship. Can't leave them where they are, they're blocking the magnets, the docking points. Where does that leave us? Whatever we do, we want the ship and the boat. After they birth the boat, likely enough they'll still leave the cabin in vacuum and us in these bubbles."
"My kind can survive six days without food. Two without water."
Two of the Kzinti crew might have been asleep. The third wasn't doing much.
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