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* I swim -
circles — like the others
And learn * -
sadly — I am
Sightlessly * -
Sighing — alone
Slowly Sah'ot realized he had adopted the rhythm of the 'noise' below. He shook his head. But when he listened again it was still there.
A song. It was a song!
Sah'ot concentrated. It was like trying to follow all parts of a six-part fugue at the same time. The patterns interleaved with an incredible complexity.
No wonder they had all thought it noise! Even he had barely caught on!
His harness timer chimed, but Sah'ot didn't notice. He was too busy listening to the planet sing to him.
47 ::: Streaker
Moki and Haoke had both volunteered for guard duty, but for different reasons.
Both enjoyed getting out of the ship for a change. And neither dolphin particularly minded having to stay plugged in to a sled for hours at a stretch in the dark, silent waters outside the ship.
But beyond that they differed. Haoke was there because he felt it was a necessary job. Moki, on the other hand, hoped guard duty would give him a chance to kill something.
'I wissshh Takkata-Jim sent me after Akki, instead of K'tha-Jon,' Moki rasped. 'I could've tracked the smartasss just as well.'
Moki's sled rested about twenty yards from Haoke's, on the high underwater bluff overlooking the ship. Arc lamps still shone on Streaker's hull, but the area was deserted now off-limits to all but those few cleared by the vice-captain.
Moki looked at Haoke through the flexible bubble-dome of his sled. Haoke was silent, as usual. He had ignored Moki's comment completely.
Arrogant spawn of a stink-squid! Haoke was another Tursiops smart-aleck, like Creideiki and that stuck up little midshipfin, Akki.
Moki made a small sound-sculpture in his mind. It was an image of ramming and tearing. Once, he had put Creideiki in the role of the victim. The captain who had so often caught him goldbricking, and embarrassed him by correcting his Anglic grammar, had finally got his just deserts. Moki was glad, but now he needed another fantasy target. It was no fun to imagine ripping into nobody in particular.
The Calafian, Akki, served well when it was discovered that the young middie had betrayed the vice-captain. Moki had hoped to be the one sent after Akki, but Takkata-Jim had ordered K'tha-Jon out instead, explaining that the purpose was to bring Akki back for discipline, not to commit murder.
The giant had seemed oblivious to such nice distinctions when he departed equipped with a powerful laser rifle. Perhaps Takkata-Jim had less than perfect control over K'tha-Jon, and had sent him away for his own safety. From the gleam in K'tha-Jon's eye, Moki did not envy the Calafian when the youth was found.
Let K'tha-Jon have Akki! One small pleasure lost didn't take away much from Moki's overall joy.
It was good to be BIG, for a change! On his off-duty time, everybody got out of Moki's way, as if he was a pod leader! Already he had his eye on one or two of those sexy little females in Makanee's sick bay. Some of the younger males looked good, too… Moki wasn't particular.
They would all come around soon enough, when they saw the way the current pulled. He briefly resisted an urge, but couldn't help himself. He let out a short skirr of triumph in a forbidden form.
# Glory! is, is,
Glory!
# Biting is and Glory!
Females submit!
# A new bull is! is! #
He saw Haoke react at last. The other guard jerked slightly and raised his head to regard Moki. He was silent, though, as Moki met his eye defiantly. Moki sent a focused beam of sonar directly at Haoke, to show he was listening to him, too!
Arrogant stink-squid! Haoke would get his, too, after Takkata-Jim had locked his jaws on the situation. And the men of Earth would never disapprove, because Big-Human Metz was at Takkata-Jim's side, agreeing with everything!
Moki let out another squeal of Primal, tasting the forbidden primitiveness with delight. It pulled at something deep inside him. Each taste brought on further hunger for it.
Let Haoke click in disgust! Moki dared even the Galactics to come and try to interfere with him and his new captain!
Haoke bore Moki's bestial squawking stoically. But it reminded him that he had joined up with a gang of cretins and misfits.
Unfortunately, the cretins and misfits were right, and the brightest of Streakers crew were caught up in a disastrous misadventure.
Haoke was desperately sad over the crippling of Creideiki. The captain had obviously been among the best the breed could produce. But the accident had made possible a quiet and perfectly legal change in policy, and he couldn't regret that. Takkata-Jim at least recognized the foolishness of pursuing the desperate Trojan Seahorse scheme.
Even if Streaker could be moved silently to the Thennanin wreck, and if Tsh't's crew had miraculously set things up so Streaker could wear the hulk as a gigantic disguise-and actually take off under those conditions — what would that win them?
Even if Thomas Orley had reported that Thennanin were still in the battle in space, there remained the question of fooling those Thennanin into coming to rescue a supposed lost battleship, and escorting it to the rear. A dubious chance.
The question was moot. Orley was obviously dead. There had been no word for days, and now the gamble had turned into a desperate wish.
Why not just give the thrice-damned Galactics what they want! Why this romantic nonsense of saving the data for the Terragens Council. What do we care about a bunch of dangerous long-lost hulks, anyway? It's obviously no business of ours if the Galactics want to fight over the derelict fleet. Even the Kithrup aboriginals weren't worth dying for.
It all seemed plain to Haoke. It was also apparent to Takkata-Jim, whose intelligence Haoke respected.
But if it was so obvious, why did people like Creideiki and Orley and Hikahi disagree?
Quandaries like this were the sort of thing that had kept Haoke a SubSec in the engine room instead of trying for non-com or officer, as his test scores had indicated.
Moki blatted another boast-phrase in Primal. It was even louder, this time. The Stenos was trying to get a rise out of him.
Haoke sighed. Many of the crew, had begun behaving that way, not quite as bad as Moki, but bad enough. And it wasn't just Stenos, either. Some of the Stenos were behaving better than some Tursiops. As morale dissolved, so did the motivation to maintain Keneenk, to keep up the daily fight against the animal side that always wanted out. One would hardly have been able to predict, weeks ago, who later turned out to be the most susceptible.
Of course, all the best crewfen were away, with Suessi and Hikahi.
Fortunately, Haoke thought. He dwelt on the irony of good going to bad, and right coming out of wrong. At least Takkata-Jim seemed to understand how he felt, and didn't hold it against him. The vice-captain had taken Haoke's support with gratitude.
He could hear Moki's tail thrash, but, before the angry little Stenos could voice another taunt, both of their sled speakers came to life.
'Haoke and Moki? CommSec Fin Heurka-Pete calling… Ack-cknowledge!'
The call was from the ship's comm and detection operator. The fact that the jobs had been combined showed just how bad things were.
'Roger, Haoke here. Moki's indisposed at the moment. What'sss up?'
He heard Moki choke a protest. But it was clear the fin would be a while reformatting his mind for Anglic.
'We have a sonic bogey to the east-t, Haoke… sounds like a sled. If hostile, destroy. If it's someone from the island, they must be turned back-ck. If they refuse, shoot to disable the sled!'
'Understood. Haoke and Moki on our way.'
'All right, gabby,' he told the speech-tied Moki. Haoke gave his partner a long, narrow grin. 'Let'sss check it out. And watch that trigger! We're only enforcing a quarantine. We don't shoot at crewmates unless we absolutely have to!'
With a neural impulse he turned his sled motor on. Without looking back, he lifted off from the muddy rise, then accelerated slowly to the east.
Moki watched Haoke head out before turning his sled to follow.
# Tempted, tempted… tempted, Moki, is, is
# Temptation, delicious is — is — is! #
