"It's a big galaxy," she said.
"But not big enough for me to get away from her voice begging me to help."
"I know."
"Will you help me?" he asked.
She was silent for long seconds. "Yes. How much?"
"Fifty thousand credits."
"Well, I can't take that much out of the household accounts. I'll have to talk with Pete."
"Will you, please?"
"Fifty thousand credits is pretty steep," Pete said. "I can private charter one of the company ships for half that price."
"A freighter?" Sarah asked.
"An executive liner," he said.
"Mr. Stern sets great store by the fact that the mercenary ship is well armed."
"Our Zede subsidiaries believe in going armed," Pete said. "I cancharter one of their mining exploration ships. It'll be equipped with anything Mr. Stern thinks might be necessary."
"Thank you for not laughing at me," Sarah said.
"I would never do that." He took her hand. "I've been watching you, my dear. You're a bit off your feed. You're losing weight, and I like you just the way you are."
"The election," she said.
"No. You thrive on that kind of pressure. My guess is that it's the worry about your family."
"I do worry."
"Well, tell your Mr. Stern that I'll order a Zede vessel in here as quickly as one can be made available." He scratched his chin. "On second thought, send him to see me so that we can discuss armament and other needs.
He's quite a fellow, you know. Science boffin. Big brain. He's mainly a computer type, but he's been around. Did some time with X&A weapons development when he was first out of university."
"I didn't know."
"Since we can't send the Rimfire and the whole fleet out, I guess sending Stern is our best bet to ease your mind about your folks."
"Thank you, Pete."
He grinned. "Well, you ought to know that even after all the years we've been married all you have to do is ask."
"I have one more request," she said.
"Shoot."
"I want to go with Mr. Stern."
He chewed on his lower lip for long moments. "All right," he said. "We need a vacation."
"We?"
"You don't think I'm going to send my sexy wife off alone into space with a handsome stud like this Stern fellow."
"I don't want to take you away from your work."
"Don't worry about it. Listen, my old man used to tell me, 'Pete, there's nothing more important in this life than looking after your own.' All of my people are dead, but your folks are mine by marriage, and they're important to me not only because I like them, but because you love them."
He came around the desk and kissed her lightly.
"Now get the hell out of here so I can put in a call to the Zede office. Go get packed or something. Don't forget to put in my motion sickness pills.
You know how I hate it when a ship blinks."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Many natives of the fifty-plus Zede System worlds were romantics who styled themselves as being more sensitive to love, life, beauty, and aesthetics in general than the somewhat benighted denizens of the hustle-bustle worlds of the mainstream United Planets society. This pose did not prevent Zedians from developing efficient industry and cutting edge technology. As David Webster had known, ownership of a Zede Starliner marked a man as being tasteful and, not coincidentally, quite rich; but luxury liners were just one aspect of Zede leadership. The Verbolt Cloud chamber, the heart of all modern computers, was a Zede development. The descendants of Jonathan Blink, inventor of the blink drive that sent man to the stars, had settled on a Zede world during the diaspora from New Earth and the name was still alive in the system.
Whether a Zedian was poetic or practical, a practitioner of the cultural arts or a machinist, he was possessed of an adamant pride. The Zede worlds, he would say—and loudly—were the most beautiful, the most fruitful, the most cultured, the most technologically developed.
Genealogy was and had always been important to a Zedian. It was an ancestrally impoverished man who couldn't trace his lineage back to the colonial period, with a significant emphasis on those of his forebears whohad fought and died in the thousand year old Zede War. That ancient conflict had left scars both on the Zedian national character and in Zedian space. Tour ships ran regular schedules to the areas of scattered asteroids that had once been blue planets, water planets, life zone planets.
A true citizen of a Zede world forget that once ships from the U.P.
proper had sent planet busters blasting down into verdant, fertile worlds?
Never. The old battle flag of the Zede League was still being manufactured and sold by the millions, and, as the Zede mining exploration ship Carmine Rose blinked away from Tigian toward the rim of the galaxy, that familiar Zede symbol was painted on her bow in vivid reds and blacks.
The ship looked like anything but its colorful namesake. She was squat and angular, built for doing a tough job under the harsh conditions of space rather than for beauty. Brutally efficient tools for digging, boring, blasting, and sampling made odd little nodules on her hull; and to the eye of an experienced spaceman the ports and protrusions of her weapons systems were quite evident.
In spite of her hard-nosed exterior her interior offered not just comfort for her crew of two and their three passengers, but a surprising degree of luxury. She was, then, a typical product of Zede genius, tough and let's-get-it-done on the outside, a pussycat inside. She had the same power plant that had been developed for the new fleet class space tugs and the conveniences of a passenger liner. She was legally the property of a subsidiary of Pete de Conde's primary corporation, but she was in the care of, and was the pride, joy, and only child of Iain and Kara Berol, loyal and poetically practical citizens of the Zede world, Haven.
Iain Berol was a large man, barrel shaped, strong-necked, and powerful.
He wore his hair long and shaggy. In contrast to his percheron body his face was almost delicate, with a strong, straight nose, smoldering black eyes, and chiseled chin. His wife, Kara, was built to match, a big girl, but formed as gracefully and as curvaceously as a sports flyer. She had a pixieish smile that, when properly applied, lit not only her face but a considerable area surrounding her. Kara was pilot and navigator. She could make the Rose's Phase II computer do everything but tap dance and sing songs. Iain was weapons man, general technician, drive engineer, and mining expert. He took it on himself to be the prime host to the passengers, among whom was the H.M.F.I.C. in charge of a businessempire encompassing the mining company that owned the Carmine Rose.
There were no complaints from the passengers, although both Mr. and Mrs. de Conde confined themselves to their cabin for a period which lasted through the first half dozen blinks. The third passenger, Vinn Stern, showed great curiosity about the ship. He had endless questions for Kara Berol about the drive, the mining equipment, and the weaponry. Once the Rose was out-galaxy and blinking along the Rimfire route Vinn offered to stand watch. Kara, who hated six-on-six-off watches, readily agreed. She told Iain that Vinn was fully capable of taking a full eight hour watch. The major portion of each watch consisted of enduring the long charging periods after Rose had drained her generator in the swift coverage in multiple jumps of a few hundred light-years; and since the Rimfire route was so well delineated even a neophyte navigator such as Vinn could tune the blinkstat communicator to the next beacon, copy the coordinates onto the computer, and push a button.
While on duty Vinn spent his time familiarizing himself with Rose's very interesting systems. She was, he found, one hell of a well equipped ship. Kara told him that Rose's detection instruments matched those aboard an X&A fleet cruiser. Her weapons were awesome. Her computer was the latest Zede development, a Phase II model that Vinn had not seen.