Chapter Five
'Hey, Paul.' Lieutenant Mike Bristol hauled himself into the wardroom seat next to Paul, fastening the lap belt with the ease of long practice. 'Got a minute?'
'Sure.' The assistant supply officer and Paul hadn't crossed paths too frequently so far, but everything Paul had heard about him was good. The same went for Commander Sykes, of course. Steve Sykes and Mike Bristol had even earned praise from the prickly Jen Shen. A lot of supply types don't understand operational needs, she'd told Paul. You're dying because you need a spare, and they won't open the supply office because it'd interfere with the Supply Department badminton tournament or something like that. But Sykes and Bristol are good pork chops. Paul resolved, for the umpteenth time, to find out why supply officers had been given the nickname pork chops instead of that of some other food-derived term. Given the fact that Mike Bristol was Jewish, calling him a pork chop seemed not only odd but also slightly blasphemous.
Bristol inclined his head toward where Commander Sykes occupied his habitual place at the other end of the wardroom table. 'The boss and I weren't too happy with what happened to Arroyo.'
'Yeah. I gathered that. Sorry.'
'Well, you're the ship's legal officer. Is there anything we can do about it? I mean, any recourse or appeal or something like that?'
Paul made a helpless gesture. 'Technically, yes.'
'Technically?'
'I just looked it up myself because I was curious. The Uniform Code of Military Justice says any individual is allowed to appeal an action of their commanding officer.'
'Really? Who does the appeal go to?'
Paul smiled thinly. 'The commanding officer's immediate superior.'
Bristol absorbed the information, then laughed sharply. 'That'd be the commodore. So Arroyo would have to ask the commodore to overturn an action of one of his captains?'
'Right.'
'What are the odds of that happening?'
'You've been in the Navy longer than me. What do you think?'
Bristol shook his head. 'I think Arroyo would be better off praying for an angel to shower the ship with packets of peaches, because that's probably more likely to happen.'
Paul nodded. 'I'm afraid so. The lawyers who taught my course said it wasn't too common. Mind you, if the Captain had done something clearly outside his authority, something like exceeding the limits of punishment he can impose under the UCMJ by ordering Arroyo to hard labor or a bad conduct discharge, then the commodore would have to overrule him. Other than that, you're really spitting into the wind to even try.'
Bristol shook his head again. 'That's nuts. I mean, I understand why the process exists. There's no courts out here and you need a way to impose discipline. But I can't imagine what civilians would do if somebody told they had to live with something like NJP.'
Paul spread his hands. 'You're right. It has a reason. A good reason. But you're also right that civilians wouldn't stand for it. Can you imagine any civil court putting up with Article 134?'
'Which one's that?'
'The General Article. Basically, it says that if anybody does anything you think is bad, even if it's not specifically cited as illegal in all the other punitive articles, you can just charge them under Article 134. It sort of allows you to make up the law to suit your needs. Within reason, of course.'
'Wild.' Bristol looked around conspiratorially. 'So if I said bad things about the government and the captain happened to like whichever political party was in power, he could charge me with violating Article 134?'
'Uh, no, because saying anything derogatory about the President or Congress is illegal under Article 88, Contempt Toward Officials.'
'I can't say anything bad about the president, even if I don't like him or her? What happened to freedom of speech?'
'You're in the military. You, uh, forfeit certain rights as a result.'
Commander Sykes laughed briefly. 'Welcome to the land of the free, Lieutenant Bristol.'
'Of course,' Paul added, 'if you did something like, say, abuse of a public animal, then you'd be charged under Article 134.'
'Abuse of a public animal?'
'Yeah. That's a specific offense listed under Article 134.'
'What does that… no, I don't think I want that question answered. So there's nothing legal-wise we can do about Arroyo?'
'No. Not in any practical sense. Unless the captain changes his mind.'
'Fat chance. Okay, that's what I figured, but I also figured it didn't hurt to ask.'
Paul nodded in agreement. 'If I could help, I would. Is there anything you guys can do for Arroyo?'
Commander Sykes replied before Bristol could, his relaxed tone at odds with his words. 'I'm afraid all we can do is bend every effort toward getting Arroyo promoted back to petty officer as soon as possible. Outstanding fitness reports, commendations, that sort of thing. Oh, don't look disapproving, young Sinclair. We won't be giving Arroyo anything he doesn't deserve. The man is an excellent sailor.'
'Chief Mangala doesn't think so.'
'Ah. Chief Mangala.' Commander Sykes took a slow drink of coffee. 'He's allowed a personal dislike of a subordinate to translate into effectively framing that subordinate for a crime that likely never occurred. And he undercut my own authority to do it. I am not easily aroused to anger, but that chief has crossed the line.'
'What can you do to a chief? I thought they were pretty much bullet-proof.'
'No one is bullet-proof, lad. Chief Mangala's error is in believing as you do. But I have friends in certain offices back home, offices where orders are written. I will guarantee you now that the moment we arrive back at Franklin Station, Chief Mangala will find orders awaiting him, orders which will transfer him immediately to an assignment so unpleasant as to make service on this ship seem a lost paradise.'
Paul grinned. 'I didn't think any assignment could do that.'
'Ah, 'where ignorance is bliss.' Get on my bad side, Mr. Sinclair, and you'll find out how wrong you are.' Sykes smiled as he spoke to rob his words of any real threat.
Mike Bristol perked up unexpectedly. 'Say, speaking of getting back, you work in Operations, Paul. Any truth to the rumor we might head home early?'
'None that I know of.'
Sykes chuckled. 'I've been on a number of extended deployments such as this, Mike. On every one, the rumors of being ordered to return early begin within a couple of weeks of departure. Those rumors have never proven to be anything but wishful thinking.'
'Too bad,' Bristol rubbed his chin, staring at the painting of the Michaelson on the far bulkhead. 'What would it take to get us home early, anyway? Some international crisis?'
'I don't know,' Paul confessed. 'I haven't seen anything in the intelligence summaries that seems out of the normal. Trade disputes, low-level fighting in a half-dozen places around the world, all the usual stuff.'
'Any ships anywhere near? I understand we're supposed to keep other ships out of this area, unless they get permission to go through it first.'
'That's right. So far, though, everyone going through has made at least a gesture at asking permission, and most of those have been near the boundaries of the area we're patrolling. But the solar system's geometry is changing, so that might change also.'
'Huh?' Bristol cocked a skeptical eyebrow. 'The solar system is changing?'
'Its geometry. You know, everything's rotating about the sun in different orbits at different speeds. To get from, say, Earth to Mars requires different paths at different times of the year.'
'And I thought logistics was complicated. What if a ship belonging to some foreign power does try to come through without our permission? What'll we do?'
Paul scratched his head. 'To be perfectly honest, Lieutenant-'
