violence. Indeed, his lips wanted to retract, and it turned his Interworld speech mushy. 'LE Graynor, by what authority do you interrogate me?'
My antic humor ran away with me. I patted my pockets elaborately. 'Got it somewhere-'
'Shall we look for it?'
'I-'
'Written on your liver?'
'I have an idea. I could stop asking impertinent questions?'
'A neat solution.' Silently the door swung up.
Ring.
The Jotok may well have been posing himself between me and his enraged master, who was still wearing buttons on his claws, and smiling. I said, 'Don't kill me. The Captain has dire need of you and wishes that you will come to the main workstation in all haste.'
The kzin leapt straight up with a half turn to get past the Jotok and pulled himself into the corridor. I did a pretty good backward jump myself. Fly-By-Night asked, 'Do you know why the Captain might make such a request?' 'I can guess. Haste is appropriate.'
'Had you considered using the intercom, or virtual mail?'
'Captain Preiss may be afraid they can listen to our electronics.' 'They?'
'Kzinti spacecraft. The Captain hopes you can identify them and help negotiate.' He stripped off the corks and dropped them in a pocket. His lips were all right now. 'This main workstation, would it be a control room or bridge?' 'I'll guide you.'
The Kzin was twisted over by some old injury. His balance was just a bit off. His furless pink tail lashed back and forth, for balance or for rage. The tip knocked both walls, toc toc toc. I'd be whipped bloody if I tried to walk beside him. I stayed ahead.
The Jotok trailed us well back from the tail. It wore a five-armhole vest with pockets. It used four limbs as legs. One it held stiff. I pictured a crippled Kzin buying a crippled Jotok… but Paradoxical had been agile enough climbing the ladder. I must have missed something.
The file on Jotoki said to call it they, but that just felt wrong. 'Piracy,' the Kzin said, 'would explain why everything is on its side.' 'Yah. They burned out our thruster. The Captain had to spin us up with attitude jets.'
'I don't know that weapon. Speak of the ship,' he said. 'One? Kzinti?' 'One ship popped up behind us and fired on us as it went past. It's a little smaller than Odysseus. Then a Kzin called us. Act of war, he said. Get the Captain to play that for you. He spoke Interworld… not as well as you.' Fly-By-Night talked like he'd grown up around humans. Maybe he was from Fafnir. 'The ship stopped twenty million miles distant and sent a boat. That's on its way here now. Our telescopes pick up markings in the Heroes' Tongue. We can't read them.'
He said, 'If we were traveling faster than light, we could not be intercepted. Did your Captain consider that?'
'Better you should ask, why are we out of hyperdrive? LE Fly-By-Night, there is an extensive star-building region between Fafnir and Home. Going through the Tao Gap in Einstein space is easier than going around and gives us a wonderful view, but we're in it now. Stuck. We can't send a hyperwave help call, we can't jump to hyperdrive, because there's too much mass around us.'
'Odysseus has no weapons,' the Kzin said.
'I don't have actual rank aboard Odysseus. I don't know what weapons we have.' And I wouldn't tell a Kzin.
He said, 'I learned that before I boarded. Odysseus is a modular cargo ship. Some of the modules are passenger cabins. Outbound Enterprises could mount weapons modules, but they never have. None of their other commuter ships are any better. The other ship, how is it armed?'
'Looks like an archaic Kzinti warship, disarmed. Gun ports slagged and polished flat. We haven't had a close look, but ships like that are all over known space since before I was born. Armed Kzinti wouldn't be allowed to land. Whatever took out our gravity motors isn't showing. It must be on the boat.'
'Why is this corridor so long?'
Odysseus was a fat disk with motors and tanks in the center, a corridor around the rim, slots outboard to moor staterooms and cargo modules. That shape makes it easy to spin up if something goes wrong with the motors… which was still common enough a century ago, when Odysseus was built.
In the ship's map display I'd seen stateroom modules widely separated, so I'd hacked the passenger manifest. That led me to read up on Kzinti and Jotoki. The first secret to tourism is, read everything.
I said, 'Some LE may have decided not to put a Kzin too close to human passengers. They put you two in a four-passenger suite and mounted it all the way around clockwise. My single and two doubles and the crew quarters and an autodoc are all widdershins(opposite).' That put the aliens' module right next to the lobby, not far apart at all, but the same fool must have sealed off access from the aliens' suite. Despite the Covenants, some people don't like giving civil rights to Kzinti.
I'd best not say that. 'We're the only other live passengers. The modules between are cargo, so these,' I stamped on a door, 'don't currently open on anything.'
'If you are not a ship's officer,' the Kzin asked, 'what is your place on the bridge?'
I said, 'Outbound Enterprises was getting ready to freeze me. Shashter cops pulled me out. They had questions regarding a murder.'
'Have you killed?' His ears flicked out like little pink fans. I had his interest.
'I didn't kill Ander Smittarasheed. He took some cops down with him, and he'd killed an ARM agent. ARMs are-'
'United Nations police and war arm, Sol system, but their influence spreads throughout human space.'
'Well, they couldn't question Smittarasheed, and I'd eaten dinner with him a few days earlier. I told them we met in Pacifica City at a water war game… anyway, I satisfied the law, they let me loose. I was just in time to board, and way too late to get myself frozen and into a cargo module. Outbound Enterprises upgraded me. Very generous.
'So Milcenta and Jenna-my mate and child are frozen in one of these,' I stamped on a door, 'and I'm up here, flying First Class at Ice Class expense. My cabin's a closet, so we must be expected to spend most of our time in the lobby. In here.' I pushed through.
This trip there were two human crew, five human passengers and the aliens. The lobby would have been roomy for thrice that. Whorls of couches and tables covered a floor with considerable space above it for free fall dancing. That feature didn't generally get much use.
An observation dome exposed half the sky. It opened now on a tremendous view of the Nursery Nebula.
Under spin gravity, several booths and the workstations had rolled up a wall. There was a big airlock. The workstations were two desk-and-couch modules in the middle.
Hans and Hilde Van Zild were in one of the booths. Homers coming back from Fafnir, they held hands tightly and didn't talk. Recent events had them extremely twitchy. They were both over two hundred years old. I've known people in whom that didn't show, but in these it did.
Their kids were hovering around the workstations watching the Captain and First Officer at work, asking questions that weren't being answered.
We'd been given vac packs. More were distributed around the lobby and along the corridor. Most ships carry them. You wear it as a bulky fanny pack. If you pull a tab, or if it's armed and pressure drops to zero, it blows up into a refuge. Then you hope you can get into it and zip it shut before your blood boils. Heidi Van Zild looked around. 'Oh, good! You brought them!' The little girl snatched up two more vac packs, ran two steps toward us and froze. The listing said Heidi was near forty. Her brother Nicolaus was thirty; the trip was his birthday present. Their parents must have had their development arrested. They looked the same age, ten years old or younger, bright smiles and sparkling eyes, hair cut identically in a golden cockatoo crest. It's an attitude, a lifestyle. You put off children until that second century is running out. Now they're precious. They'll live forever. Let them take their time growing up. Keep them awhile longer. Keep them pure. Give them a real education. Any mistake you make as a parent, there will be time to correct that too. When you reverse the procedure and allow them to reach puberty they'll be better at it.
I know people who do that to kittens.
