The Shadow of Saganami

But you were in command then, just like now, she reminded herself. And the people you killed were the ones who'd just killed one of your Marines... and fully intended to kill all of you. You had other responsibilities, other imperatives to concentrate on. Ragnhild doesn't-not right now, this instant, at least.

'However many we've already killed,' she continued into the midshipwoman's silence, 'it's less than are going to die aboard Bogey Three one way or the other before this thing's done.' She turned her head to look at Ragnhild again. 'If they're smart, they'll surrender and open their hatches the instant we get back. But even if they do, the odds are at least some of them-possibly all of them-will die anyway.'

'But if they're Peep raiders, they're covered by the Deneb Accords!' Ragnhild protested.

' If they're Peeps operating under the legal orders of their own government, yes,' Abigail agreed. 'Personally, I think that's unlikely.'

'You do... Ma'am?' Ragnhild was obviously surprised, and Abigail shrugged. 'But the Captain's message said we have to assume they are,' the midshipwoman protested diffidently.

'I realize the other two bogeys have been identified as Havenite designs, and I'm not saying I have any intention of ignoring the Captain's instructions and acting on the assumption that their crews aren't also Havenite. But neither of those ships is new-build, and we're an awful long way away from any star system in which the Republic would have any legitimate strategic interest.'

Ragnhild looked as if she wanted to protest, and Abigail smiled slightly. No doubt the midshipwoman felt trapped between her Captain's apparent certainty and the skepticism of her own OCTO. Who, she was undoubtedly remembering at this particular moment, was a very junior officer, herself.

'I don't know which assumption Captain Terekhov is operating under, Ragnhild,' she admitted. 'He may not have come to an actual conclusion himself yet. Or he may have access to information to which I'm not privy that provides an additional reason to believe these are official Havenite commerce raiders. In either case, he's got a responsibility to bear even unlikely possibilities in mind.

'But I do remember the ONI reports I saw aboard Gauntlet on my own snotty cruise. One of the possibilities Captain Oversteegen had to consider was that the pirates we were looking for in Tiberian might be StateSec holdouts from the Saint-Just Regime who'd taken their ships and gone rogue when he got himself shot. Admittedly, Tiberian was a lot closer to the Republic than the Talbott Cluster is. But if I were the commander of a shipload of StateSec goons who'd refused to surrender, I'd have wanted to get as far away from Thomas Theisman and Eloise Pritchart as I possibly could. On balance, I think it's more likely we're looking at something like that than that Theisman would consider sending two obsolescent ships the next best thing to a thousand light-years from his main combat zone to harass us in an area the Star Kingdom hasn't even formally annexed yet.'

Ragnhild's expression was suddenly much more thoughtful, and Abigail smiled again, a bit more broadly.

'I suppose that analysis could be the result of the fact that I'm a Grayson, not a Manticoran. I've noticed- no offense, -Midshipwoman-that you Manties think of the current government of the Republic, whoever it happens to be at the moment, as the font of all evil in the known universe. Not surprising, I suppose, given your experiences with them over the last, oh, sixty or seventy T-years.

'We Graysons, on the other hand, spent as long as your entire Star Kingdom's existed thinking that way about Masada. We're less fixated on governments and more fixated on ideologies, you might say-religious ones in our own case, of course. And we've seen more than enough evidence of displaced Masadans turning to freelance thuggery and atrocities and popping up in the most peculiar places after being run out of Endicott by the Occupation, like those so-called 'Defiant' fanatics who attacked Princess Ruth and Helen's sister in Erewhon last year. So, with all due respect, even if the Captain does think these are probably official Havenite naval units under officially sanctioned orders, I'm not so sure. And if they aren't,' her smile disappeared, and her gray-blue eyes were suddenly very, very cold, 'then the Deneb Accords don't come into it at all, do they?'

'No, Ma'am,' Ragnhild said, slowly. 'I don't suppose they do.'

'In which case, and speaking as someone with more personal experience with pirates than I ever wanted to have,' Abigail continued from behind those frozen eyes, 'I would be extremely surprised if quite a few of the people aboard that freighter haven't thoroughly qualified themselves for the death penalty. In which case, that's precisely what they're going to receive, isn't it?'

'Yes, Ma'am,' Ragnhild agreed soberly, and Abigail nodded in response and returned her attention to her instruments.

'May I ask another question, Ma'am?' Ragnhild said after a moment, and Abigail's chuckle dispelled some of her eyes' lingering chill.

'Ragnhild, you're on your middy cruise. You're expected to ask questions.'

'Well, in that case, Ma'am, do you think Bogey Three got off a signal to Bogey One?'

'I don't know,' Abigail admitted, 'but the only reason I can think of for their not getting one off would be that we did enough collateral damage to take out their main communications array. That's distinctly possible, of course. Merchies don't have the communications redundancy of a warship, and all their command and control systems, including communications, are bunched a lot more tightly. I don't think we should go around counting on Divine Providence to have arranged that for us, though. The Tester probably wouldn't like it.'

This time, her smile was actually a grin, although neither of them really found the probability that the freighter had sent a warning to her armed consorts especially amusing.

'No, Ma'am, I imagine not,' Ragnhild replied, after a moment, with a smile of her own. She'd been a bit surprised, initially, by the fact that Lieutenant Hearns showed absolutely no inclination to proselytize for the Church of Humanity Unchained. But if the Lieutenant made no attempt to recruit active converts, she also made no effort to disguise her own religious beliefs-which appeared, truth to tell, to be far less rigid than Ragnhild had always assumed most Graysons' convictions must be-even surrounded by a secular lot of Manticorans.

'In any case,' Abigail said, indicating the time display which showed just over sixteen minutes had passed since they began their deceleration, 'we should be finding out just who these people really are for ourselves in another hundred and four minutes or so.'

Chapter Twenty-Four

'Update the tactical log, if you please, Ms. Zilwicki,' Commander FitzGerald said.

'Aye, aye, Sir,' Helen acknowledged crisply.

Her hands flicked across her panel, entering the proper commands, even though she and the Exec both knew the AuxCon computers had already updated the tac log backups automatically, just as they did every five minutes whenever the ship was at General Quarters. Despite that, The Book called for a manual doublecheck every half-hour. The tactical logs were the detailed record of every sensor datum, every helm change, every order or computer input which affected Hexapuma's tactical stance in any way. On ships like Hexapuma , which boasted an Auxilliary Control position, they were maintained by AuxCon personnel in order to free the primary bridge personnel from that distraction. On ships without an AuxCon, their maintenance was overseen by the tactical officer's senior petty officer. Their purposes were manifold, but especially included analysis by BuWeaps and Operational Research, the Navy commands charged with evaluating and updating tactical doctrine. And, in the event that any court of inquiry was ever called, the logs would form the crucial body of evidence for all concerned. Which was why The Book was just a tad paranoid about making certain those logs were properly backed up.

And, in this case, she suspected FitzGerald also saw it as a way to keep at least one of his snotties' minds occupied doing something besides fretting. Which wasn't necessarily a bad idea.

In a way, Helen found her present assignment immensely satisfying. It wasn't often a mere midshipwoman was allowed to assume the position of a heavy cruiser's tactical officer, even if only as backup. For the next few heady minutes or hours, Auxiliary Control's entire tac section was hers-all hers. Well, hers and the Exec's. And, she conceded with just a hint of sourness, Paulo d'Arezzo's, too, if she counted the electronic warfare subsection. The keypads and computer links at her fingertips controlled all the sleek, deadly firepower of