“What has not yet been made public is that tomorrow the Arcadian ambassador will formally protest to the League and petition the League to impose civil and military sanctions against the Tilleke Empire for piracy.”
“Well,” said Vice Admiral Alyce Douthat, Home Fleet, in a mischievous tone, “that should get a reaction from the good Emperor.
“This is obviously a job for Second Fleet,” Admiral Skiffington declared. “After all, Second Fleet has more combat experience than any other Victorian unit.”
The Home and Third Fleet admirals bristled at that remark, but before they could say anything, Brill spoke again. “Forgive me, Admiral, but there is something more. When the Arcadian ambassador makes his request, he will also announce that Arcadia and the Dominion of Unified Citizenry have entered into a mutual assistance pact. Starting immediately, all Arcadian freighters crossing Tilleke space will be escorted by DUC military vessels.”
“Well, well,” muttered Vice Admiral Katherine Penn, Third Fleet. “Isn’t that interesting?”
“That is preposterous,” Skiffington fumed. “Why would Arcadia look to the Ducks, for Christ’s sake! Why wouldn’t they come to Victoria? We’ve got the best fleet and we’re closer.” Left unspoken was that the Dominion had only been involved in one military confrontation in the past few years and had lost to Admiral Skiffington himself.
“Maybe it’s because the Arcadians don’t like us very much,” suggested Vice Admiral Penn. Arcadian freighters had to pass through Victorian space in order to reach at least six of its markets. The Darwin Trade Accords prohibited any tax or tariff on goods being shipped through any Sector, but it did allow for customs inspections. The Victorian Legislature promptly passed a law requiring that all shipments passing through Victorian space be inspected for contraband, hazardous materials and prohibited goods. Victoria had a limited number of customs inspectors, however, and inspection delays could tie up a valuable freighter for four or five weeks. To avoid that, shippers usually offloaded their goods at special customs warehouses, owned either directly by the Victorian government itself or specially licensed private businesses. The slow inspection process meant that a shipper was forced to keep a lot of his goods in Victorian warehouses for weeks, sometimes months. And the warehouse fees were steep. Very steep. The Arcadians had complained for years of the high storage fees, to no avail. Victoria was the central shipping nexus, and it shamelessly exploited it.
“No, I don’t suppose they do,” Admiral Giunta remarked dryly. “But this development means that we will have Duck war ships passing through Victorian space on a routine basis.” He paused, absently toying with his pen. “Kathy, I want you move Third Fleet to Windsor and replace the Second Fleet there.” He shifted to look at Admiral Skiffington. “I want Second Fleet brought back to Victoria and placed in deep orbit around Cornwall. If we need to take action, Second Fleet will be our primary strike force.”
Vice Admiral Skiffington nodded in agreement, smiling broadly.
“Admiral!” the Third Fleet commander protested, “there’s no reason why Third Fleet can’t handle this. From what we know of the Tilleke navy, we-”
Admiral Giunta held up a hand to forestall her. “That’s the problem, Kathy. We just don’t know.” He turned to the head of Intelligence. “Jeffrey, how current is our information on Tilleke technology?”
Rear Admiral Teehan frowned. “It’s not current at all, Admiral. Our latest information on their military technology is at least seven years old. Every time we’ve sent agents in to spy on them, they disappear. No reports, no information. And we have not been able to observe any tests or weapons trials. We know they have a huge development program based on the materials they’ve bought from others, but we just do not know what they have done with it.”
Admiral Giunta turned back to Vice Admiral Penn. “That’s the problem, Kathy: we don’t know what we are up against. Second Fleet is bigger, with newer ships. If there is a shooting war, I want Second Fleet there first.”
Penn frowned, but said nothing. Beside her, Admiral Skiffington looked thoughtful. “If I may, Admiral,” he said pensively. “I know I can come on a little strong about Second Fleet’s abilities sometimes-”
“And all the time I thought you were shy and introverted,” Alyce Douthat said in mock astonishment. A dry chuckle sounded around the table.
Skiffington smiled in wry acknowledgement of the well-deserved sarcasm. “I’ve never been one for hiding my light beneath a bushel, I’ll admit that, but Bob makes a good point. We’ve never fought the Tilleke. The fact is, we don’t know what they have, what their tactics are, how good their command and control is.” He looked at Kathryn Penn, then back to Admiral Giunta. “It might be best if we detach a small covering force to picket Windsor and send the rest of Third Fleet with me to Tilleke if the balloon goes up.”
Giunta was astonished. Oliver Skiffington was not known for this degree of caution. A big, burly, energetic man, Skiffington’s favorite saying, drummed into every Second Fleet officer, was: ‘When in doubt, be bold!’
“I will not give up command of Third Fleet and make it an adjunct unit of Second Fleet!” Vice Admiral Penn said sharply.
“Of course not, Kathryn,” Giunta assured her. “I’m sure Oliver wasn’t suggesting that. I do like the idea, however, of sending as large a force in as we can.” He smiled. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. There is a very good chance nothing at all will come of any of this.”
No one really believed him.
As they were all filing out the door, Admiral Douthat caught Teehan’s elbow. “Jeffrey,” she murmured. “I don’t want this to sound like I am as offended as Oliver put on, but why are you using Lieutenant Brill to brief us? Isn’t he a little junior for this?” She smiled to take any sting out of her implied criticism.
Teehan nodded. “Normally, yes.” He pursed his lips and breathed heavily though his nose. “Remember five months ago, Emperor Chalabi demanded Arcadia practically give them free ziridium?” Douthat nodded. “Yes, well, the very next day our good Lieutenant Brill sent his superior a memo outlining what he considered to be a highly likely outcome of that demand. His superior sat on it until the second Arcadian freighter disappeared last month, then sent it on to me. Felt a little sheepish, I imagine.”
“Sheepish?” Home Fleet said inquiringly.
“Brill had laid it all out, you see. The Arcadian rejection of the Emperor’s demand, mysterious disappearances of Arcadian ziridium freighters, the Arcadian reaction to that. Did an analysis of Emperor Chalabi’s personality, the history of friction between the two Sectors. Nice little piece of work. The thing is, you see, he even suggested that this would be the perfect opportunity for one of the lesser Sectors to cement their supply of ziridium by providing military transport to Arcadian vessels while in Tilleke space.”
Douthat raised her eyebrows in surprise. “He actually predicted the Dominion would offer military escorts?”
Teehan chuckled. “No, not that good. Actually, he guessed it would most likely be Cape Breton, but I won’t hold that against him. I showed the report to Admiral Giunta, who told me to bring young Brill along for the briefing.”
“Well,” Douthat said slowly, “all honor to young Brill. And what does the prescient Lieutenant Brill predict will happen next?”
Teehan grimaced. “Yes, well, that’s the thing, you see. He says Tilleke will invade Arcadia. Quite emphatic about it.”