“Meaning you brought him in here hoping his presence will moderate my response to what you’ve done.”
“ Meaning , captain, I recommend hearing his input where it regards diplomacy, including internal diplomacy, particularly that of our allies, whose reaction is not to be taken for granted—and I suggest we listen to him particularly carefully, because if a first viewing of this tape touched off his ground-born suspicions, it’s certainly touched off mine on certain major topics—such as whether Captain Ramirez deceived the rest of the executive or only half of it; or whether Pratap Tamun was specifically after this tape when he staged his mutiny; or whether this crew should worry about the integrity of command; or whether Mr. Jenrette, whom you snatched fairly precipitately out of my security team once this tape turned out to be an issue, is going to be available to me to fill in where this tape stops. And as to why Captain Ramirez ordered me born twenty years ahead of the mission I ended up being uniquely suited to perform, I don’t believe in coincidence. He knew something. He intended something. You’ve spent twenty years of my life voting no on every single issue I’ve been involved in, and probably before that. So I’m asking if you had good reason to vote that way.”
“Good reason.” Sabin seemed surprised, even amused, somewhere in the outrage. “And we’re to discuss these delicate situations with Mr. Cameron present and his security wired to the hilt. Do you intend to provide a translation to your staff, Mr. Cameron?”
“If you ask my discretion, again, my particular interests involve the dowager’s safety and the mission’s success. We won’t jeopardize this ship. Personal issues between members of the ship’s executive are likely outside our concern or interest. But serious questions are posed here, captain, and the tape is disturbing. I’d suggest even at your level you suspect Captain Ramirez didn’t tell you half what was going on, and that what happened at Reunion on your last visit didn’t involve unanimous decisions of the executive of this ship.”
He hadn’t put that the most straightforwardly possible. He’d backed around the issue and given Sabin the broadest possible avenue to maneuver. And Sabin took a moment, thinking.
“Not bad, this tea .”
“A planetary gift,” Jase murmured.
“Addictive,” Sabin said.
“An easy habit to form, at least.”
“Like a hell of a lot else that’s insinuated itself aboard! Hype up on sugar, calm down with tea, never ask what it does to the body. Poison’s at least decently evident in the aftermath.”
Sabin rarely brought up the unfortunate dinner party.
“This isn’t poison, is it?”
“No, ma’am,” Jase said. “This is my personal store. And lest we ever forget, you’re in command of the ship getting there and getting home again, while I’m not remotely confident I could do that. So I’m extremely determined you should survive in good health.”
“Home,” Sabin observed. In fact it was a curious word for Phoenix crew to use about any destination besides the ship itself.
“Yes, ma’am,” Jase said. “ Home to the atevi world. After which I’ll resign this post and leave your command unquestioned and forever untroubled by my existence.”
Sabin’s gaze strayed up past Jase’s shoulder, to the barren shelves, the single framed photo, the fishing trip.
Snapped back, and hooded in speculation. “A captain of this ship wants to live on a ball of rock.”
“I’m Ramirez’s appointee,” Jase said. “An interim solution to a specific problem, in no wise approaching your expertise or your talent, I’ve no question.”
“Yet you get into the ship’s log and distribute information on your own authority.”
“I do specifically what I was trained to do, senior captain, which is to figure whether smart people are saying what they think they’re saying when the words reach somebody not on their wavelength.”
“You’re determined you’ll never lack employment.”
“And I hope I’m useful, captain. Question: Tamun got into the captaincy and immediately mutinied, and died. Was it all about this tape?”
“Why would you suppose that Pratap Tamun has anything to do with this tape?”
“He was bridge crew. And how many of the crew that watch were sworn to secrecy, and how many of them had to hold onto suspicions for years, watching the executive lie to their cousins and mothers?”
“Lie?”
“Lie, captain. It’s clear the images fed throughout the ship—maybe even to the bridge—were a lie. And the common crew is going to find out, now or later, assuming there’s anyone alive on Reunion Station.”
“Make it later. Once the mission’s succeeded they won’t care. If they find out before—it certainly won’t serve this ship.”
“On the whole, I’ve reached the same conclusion.”
“Oh, I’m gratified.”
“But if we can tell at a glance that that station’s alive, so could anybody else coming here over the last nine years, and if someone has come calling, and if they’re the same hostile aliens, the station won’t have fooled them by playing dead and using spinner chambers way inside, which somehow some of us were left to assume. As good as put up signs saying we’re here . Let me pose you this, captain: let’s assume—let’s outright assume we’re going to get there and find the station in ruins. Let’s assume worse than that. Let’s assume we’re going to get there and discover humans don’t own it any more. What’s left for us? We should have told the crew the truth back at dock. If we don’t tell them now and they get there and find trouble, where are we going to start telling the truth?”
“And I’m saying if that happens, crew’s going to be too busy for questions. Stow this information and don’t make trouble.”
“What did you see when you were there last? What was Ramirez poking about in when the ship tucked tail and ran back to Reunion in the first place?”
“Stop at the first problem. Other operations aren’t in your capacity.”
“Why did Tamun finally turn on you, captain? And while you’re at it—why was I ever born?”
“Both deeper questions than you ever want the answer to.”
“Ramirez meant to double-cross the Guild years ago. Didn’t he?”
“He had a lot of crazy notions.”
“And you voted no every time.”
“We have witnesses, Captain Graham. Maybe this is best said between us.”
“Maybe it’s not. Maybe at this point I’m done with secrets and having him here will save me the trouble of explaining it all. So treat him as family. Why? What were you voting against? Why were you always opposed to me?”
“Your ignorance isn’t enough?”
“You can’t provoke me out of asking the question, Captain. Why do I exist?”
“What’s your guess?”
“That Ramirez had a private notion of a colony of his own, one that the Guild might not find out about until it was too late.”
Sabin didn’t respond at once. She sipped cooling tea and set the cup down. “Well, you’re smarter than I thought.”