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“Let’s get started,” Kris said, and went to stand with her back to the forward viewing screen. In space, that usually showed a lovely view of stars. At the moment, all it showed was the ugly underside of a working space station.

“Admirals, ladies, and gentlemen, good afternoon,” Kris said. The room fell silent as all heads turned to her. Captain Jack Montoya, the skipper of the Wasp’s Marine detachment and chief of Kris’s security detail, came to stand a bit behind her and off to one side. Even here, on her ship, he didn’t relax the alertness he’d acquired as her Secret Service agent. Some might say his devotion was excessive.

Kris had survived enough assassination attempts to appreciate it.

In the silence, Kris continued, “I suspect we all know why we’re here. In order to make sure we all understand it the same way, I’d like to lead you through a short review.”

Kris turned to the screen behind her. From a view of pipes and cabling, it changed to a star map. “This is human space. Over seven hundred colonized planets stretching across several hundred light-years. Linked by jump points bequeathed to us by aliens who built them a couple of million years ago, our migration from Mother Earth has been relatively quick over the last not quite four hundred years.”

Kris paused for people to take in the view and her words. “You might notice that, from a certain outside perspective, human space looks very much like a sausage.” She waited to get a few nods and smiles, before adding dryly, “Only one species has tried to take a bite out of us, and they haven’t been heard from for eighty years.”

That got a few chuckles.

NELLY, EXPAND TO VIEW TWO.

“Which brings us to the Iteeche Empire.” Kris used a laser pointer to draw an oval around a much larger expanse of space that now showed. “Over two thousand worlds, but growing slower than us. They, too, kind of resemble a sausage, larger and lumpier. One of its ends kind of bumping up against the middle of us.”

Kris let the image of the Iteeche Empire, covering nearly four times the space of humanity, sink in to her audience.

“I can say, from personal experience, that we’ve been expanding human space away from the Empire.” NELLY, LIGHT UP RECENTLY COLONIZED PLANETS.

Quite a few planets on the edge of human space began to flash. None of them were close to the Empire.

“I can now say that I have it on good report that the Iteeche have taken the same approach.” NELLY, HIGHLIGHT THEIR RECENT COLONIES.

A large number of planets began to flash, not as many as those in human space, but still a major number. However, all of them were well away from human-occupied planets.

This brought a murmur from Kris’s watchers, but no one voiced the question that should have been on all their minds.

How did Kris know where the new Iteeche colonies were?

Well, Crossie had leaked them the original meeting’s video.

Kris waited for her audience to process that.

NELLY, VIEW THREE.

Slowly, the view of human and Iteeche space shrank as the star map expanded to a view of the entire Milky Way galaxy.

“Humbling, isn’t it?” Kris said, once the view settled. Human space and the related Iteeche area were two tiny eggs in a vast expanse of stars.

“We’ve got a big backyard. Unexplored. Unknown. The last time we went charging off into the unknown with wild abandon, we bumped heads with the Iteeche. I believe the Treaty of Wardhaven that my great-grandfather rammed through the Society of Humanity’s senate passed unanimously. Since that time, we’ve been more careful about sticking our noses into the unknown. I understand the Iteeche have gone about their exploration with a similar caution,” she added dryly.

Again, heads nodded. No one seemed to doubt she was humanity’s greatest living expert on the Iteeche.

She was. Still, it surprised her that no one demanded to examine her credentials.

“As some of you have heard, the Iteeche Exploration Bureau has suffered some losses lately. Three jump points to certain stars have been eating up any ships that drop in and not spitting up so much as an atom. Anything the Iteeche send there do not come back. We have been asked if our high technology might allow us to slip something in without drawing fire. Could one of our probes make it back?”

Her audience leaned forward. What she said next could easily have a life-or-death impact on them.

“I’ve refused to dangle our highest technology in the dark where it can be snapped up by unknown forces with us none the wiser as to what we face. So far, that has been adopted as Wardhaven, ah, excuse me, U.S. policy. If we’re going there, we’re taking the human eyeball along with us. Which brings us to the next options.

“I spent much of my dinner last night listening to King Raymond, Grampa to me, telling me in great detail why we should not duplicate the same search that the Iteeche have already done and lost a small squadron of ships while doing it. If Grampa had let me get a word in edgewise sooner, we could have saved a lot of time for some other topic to argue over.”

Kris went on quickly without waiting for a reaction.

“I do not propose this Fleet of Discovery go anywhere near those stars. They are hot datum for somebody, drawing attention to this edge of the galaxy, and I would just as soon not attract their interest any closer to my dad, brother, nieces, and nephews.

“Are we clear on that?” Kris said firmly.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Admiral Krätz said for all.

“You might not be so glad to hear what comes next,” Kris said, putting her hands on her hips. “I’ve already heard mention of the fear, even if it is said as a joke, that I or we will come back with something mean and ugly snapping at our heels.” Kris’s eyes roved the room. From the looks of things, most of them had heard, or made, the same crack.

“None of our ships return unless and until we are sure that there is nothing behind us but empty space.”

“How very Japanese of you,” Admiral Kōta said into the silence.

“So far, all you’ve told us is what we won’t do,” Admiral Channing said. “When do we find out what we will do?”

“Right now,” Kris said, turning back to the star map. “All of the Iteeche and just about all of humanity are hanging out here on this arm of the Milky Way. Humanity does have one exception. Santa Maria.”

Kris swung her laser pointer to a tiny light Nelly had blinking a third of the way around the galaxy. “Founded by the hopelessly lost and desperate crew of one of Earth’s first exploration ships nearly four hundred years ago, it hangs alone out here. There’s been some exploration around it, but the Santa Marians are still busy colonizing their own system. Few people looking for fertile ground want to start out with the long jump it takes to get to Santa Maria.”

Kris turned back to her listeners. “However, for a voyage of discovery, it looks like a great place to begin. Gentlemen, I hope your ship’s power plants and stabilization systems are in good shape. I intend to lead this fleet on some fast jumps with very high and very precise spins on our ships. If you don’t think you can do it, drop out now. I’d hate to lose your ship in a bad jump.”

If possible, the room fell even more silent.

Somewhere, someone broke it. “I told you we were crazy to follow one of those damn Longknifes.”

Kris let a wry chuckle sweep the room before going on.