officer on a ship lasts three years. 'Transfer orders?'
Jen fingered the gold bar on her collar and nodded. 'Yeah. I got split-toured.'
'Split-toured?'
'Instead of three years on the Michaelson, I get about a year and half on this tub, and then a year and a half on another ship. It wasn't going to happen, because we were supposed to be out on patrol a few more months and that would have screwed up the timing, but since we got back early they were happy to use me to fill an upcoming vacancy on another ship. Cool, huh?'
Paul tried to absorb the news, and not let show how he felt inside. 'When's your transfer?'
'About two weeks.'
'What?' Jen's leaving? So soon? She's my best friend on this ship. Maybe my best friend ever. Oh, hell. 'How… how can you do that? I thought transfers were frozen until the end of the court-martial, and we don't know when that'll be, yet.'
'I'm transferring to the Maury. She's in long-term refit, so I guess they're not worried about me going anywhere even if the court-martial does drag on that long. So, yahoo! I'm getting off the Merry Mike! Aren't you happy for me, Paul?'
'Sure. Sure I'm happy. That's great, Jen.'
'Why, Paul. You look a little down. Doesn't he look down, Kris?'
Denaldo glanced at Paul. 'Definitely.'
'Are you going to miss me, Paul?'
'Sure I'm going to miss you.'
'That's sweet. Isn't that sweet, Kris?'
'Definitely.'
'I've got an unofficial farewell party at Fogarty's tomorrow night. All the best junior officers will be there. You're coming, right?'
'Sure. Wouldn't miss it for the world.'
'Good. It wouldn't be the same without you. Can you make sure Paul gets to it, Kris?'
'Definitely.'
Paul looked from Kris to Jen. Kris isn't upset. Jen's happy. Why shouldn't she be? Why shouldn't I be? Jen's getting off this ship, and more power to her. We don't know what the new captain will be like, Jen and the XO don't get along, and her department head isn't any prize. It's pretty selfish of me not to be happy for her. 'Is that all you wanted to talk about, Jen?'
She smiled up at him. 'Yup.'
'Okay. Well, I need to catch up on the work I missed today, so I guess I'll see you tomorrow night.'
'Oh, I'm sure I'll see you at the court-martial, too. We'll wave.'
'Uh, yeah. Well, see you then.' Paul headed slowly for the starboard ensign locker. Home sweet home. A little confined space on a ship full of little confined spaces, where I spend every day working my butt off and getting yelled at. And just to make life even more pleasant I had to go and decide to be both noble and stupid like Jen said and stand on principle when it's not going to matter to anyone and is likely to get me shredded into hamburger on that witness stand. Then just to top it all off the one person I can always talk to about things is leaving. Man, life sucks. And there's nobody to blame but myself.
Much of the morning of the next day was spent introducing exhibits, the trial counsel and the defense counsel haggling over which should be introduced and what, if anything, they meant. After an extended period devoted to that, Wilkes brought up a display in which a simulation of the Michaelson 's encounter with the SASAL ship played out. At decisive points, Wilkes cited the testimony of Garcia and Sindh to point out Wakeman's decisions and alleged failures. Paul found himself wincing, sick inside, as simulated weaponry flayed the simulated SASAL ship. Real people had died in the event portrayed there. Every once in a while he still saw the shocked face of the dead SASAL sailor in his dreams.
More witnesses were called, personnel from fleet staff who testified to the content and meaning of standing orders and instructions. A chorus of witness all joining in the same refrain: that Captain Wakeman had failed to follow the guidance contained in those documents. Garrity, like a desperate soldier fighting a hopeless rearguard battle, failed to halt the prosecution onslaught created by matching Wakeman's acts to the written words which were supposed to govern his actions.
Paul sat in his seat through lunch, not hungry and not feeling social. Carl Meadows came by as lunch was ending, looking at Paul with concern. 'Where were you?'
'I'm okay.'
'I didn't ask that. Jen, Kris and I are seated in the back if you need distant moral support.'
'I know. Thanks.'
'You sure you're okay?'
'Just a little wired, that's all.'
'Kris says she has orders from Jen to personally escort you to Jen's farewell tonight and that she'll do it if she has to drag you every step of the way.'
Paul managed a smile. 'I'll be there.'
The trial counsel only had one witness left who'd been scheduled but not yet called. Paul didn't think he'd ever concentrated so carefully on anything as much as he did now when she took her place on the witness stand. Commander Wilkes was culminating the second day of the court-martial with the witness who could be the most damaging to Wakeman. If she chose to be.
'Commander Herdez. How long have you served as executive officer of the USS Michaelson?'
'Approximately one year.' Nothing about Herdez, her face, her voice, the way she sat straight-backed in the witness chair, gave a clue to her thoughts or feelings.
'And Captain Wakeman has commanded the Michaelson during that entire period?'
'Yes.'
'What is your professional degree of confidence in Captain Wakeman's judgment?'
'Captain Wakeman was the captain of my ship.'
Wilkes waited a moment, as if expecting Herdez to say more. 'Meaning?' he finally prodded.
'Meaning that it was my duty to implement his orders to the best of my ability.'
'I'm sorry, Commander Herdez, but I'm asking about your confidence in Captain Wakeman.'
'And I am telling you he was the captain of the USS Michaelson. It was my duty to follow the captain's orders. It was not my duty to make evaluations of the captain's judgment.'
Wilkes stared at her silently for a moment. 'Very well, Commander. It was also your duty to offer advice to the captain of your ship when circumstances warranted, correct?'
'Yes.'
'What was your advice concerning pursuing the SASAL ship outside of your patrol area?'
'I believe that advice was offered in confidence.'
'Would the court direct the witness to answer?'
Judge Holmes nodded. 'So directed. Commander Herdez, you will answer questions regarding any advice given by you to Captain Wakeman concerning the incident in question.'
'Yes, ma'am.' Herdez didn't seem fazed by the rebuke. 'I told Captain Wakeman that in my opinion we had carried out our responsibilities by chasing the SASAL ship from our patrol area.'
'Then you told him you did not recommend pursuing the SASAL ship outside of your patrol area?'
'Yes.'
'What was Captain Wakeman's response?'
'He disagreed.'
Captain Feres coughed to cover up a laugh.
'What did Captain Wakeman say?' Wilkes pressed.
'He said he believed we should pursue and intercept the SASAL ship.'
'Did he say why?'
'He felt our orders required such action.'
'Is that the only reason he gave?' Herdez paused before replying. 'I'll remind the witness she is under
