“By all means.” Murphy turned back to the intercom. “Okay, darlin’s, ye drive a hard bargain but they’re buyin’ it. The man here’s callin’ his folks now. The problem is, I don’t know where you are so I don’t know how to tell you to get down there.”
“We can get there,” the girls replied. “The spirit of the ship will guide us.”
The spirit of the ship? Suddenly he realized that they meant the central computer that was running just about the whole show. To them, it was just another person, albeit a supernatural one, whose mind they were partly controlling. All those tests and practices to get a damned pilot’s license and these little girls do it by ordering the disembodied voice in the heavens. Jesus!
Mohr came back into the room and looked over at him. “You want to come with me? I’ll take you down there. I’m having a real argument with the captain and the exec over this, but short of risking the entire ship I don’t see any other way but this. Maslovic’s on his way as well, and I’ve alerted Lieutenant Chung, one of our best fighter pilots from the destroyer Agrippa to take her kit and proceed to the shuttle. She’s been briefed and knows the situation if not the whole score. Best if as few of the crew as possible ever know the kind of power these girls showed.”
Murphy nodded. “I see. Gonna be hard to keep it silent, though, I think. You better watch it with this ship’s command and control computer, too, Commander. You don’t know what thoughts them little darlin’s put in its metaphysical head.”
“I’m well aware of that,” Mohr assured him. “But there shouldn’t be any problem if we keep our end of the bargain, and I fully intend to do so. Good luck, Captain. And if you find out anything valuable about the people behind all this, there’s a great deal of reward potential. You remember that.”
“I kind of think that, havin’ seen what these little girls can do, I’m best off mindin’ me own business, Commander. And mindin’ it as far away from Barnum’s World and Tara Hibernius as well as I can. This is a kind of power I’d rather not think much on, or for long. If these girls can do this, imagine what the folks behind ’em, the ones with the big brains, can do! No, I think this is time to mind me own business.”
The security chief shrugged. “Suit yourself. It’s my duty to find out how to stop this sort of thing from happening to us again, and maybe whether or not it’s a part of something nastier that we should know about. Maybe it’s not. Well and good if not, but that’s what I’m supposed to do. It’s why I’m here.” He put out a hand and Murphy took it and shook it.
“Well, good luck, Commander. I don’t know which one of us is goin’ into the worst situation,” Murphy replied. “But at least I’m goin’ someplace.”
Finding Shuttle 24 was not all that difficult, but it did take some time to get to on the vast frigate.
As Mohr said, the shuttles did double duty as emergency lifeboats, and because of that they were laid out like lifeboats along every other deck from top to bottom and from stem to stern, each with an airlock entrance and a separate small launch bay. Each was angled slightly, so that it needed only the emergency code or a pilot to shoot it out at high velocity into space, whereupon it could be either piloted by the human aboard or go on automatic if in lifeboat mode. Mohr had not been lying when he said that a pilot was needed if they were to get to Barnum’s World; on automatic, it would simply head for the nearest inhabited world, and if no such world were in its range, it would head for the nearest stable wormgate and go through it and go through the procedure again. If more than half the supplies were used up, it would put everyone aboard into a cryogenic state whether they wanted to be or not and continue on, possibly forever, certainly until it found something in its programming.
With a pilot aboard it became a shuttle. The pilot generally brought a detailed flight plan from the central computer with him or her and simply inserted it, adjusting only as circumstances required. In this case, though, they hadn’t trusted the computers aboard the frigate to do a solid plan, and so the pilot would have to complete it on the shuttle and make daily adjustments. From this point, Barnum’s World required two jumps and would be about eighty hours subjective time at the highest speed the shuttle was capable of making. The larger ships weren’t likely to follow at that rate; they would be a week or more behind at full throttle. This was going to be a long time with the three witches, subject to their powers and whims.
When Murphy finally got to the bay, the outer lock was open and lit up from within. He had no idea who had made it and who hadn’t, but he was kind of hoping to be the last one inside.
He wasn’t. Maslovic was there, in a new, clean uniform and looking more official, but that was it, or so it seemed. He came to near attention when Murphy entered, a marked difference from the way he’d greeted them as head of the boarding party when they’d been taken aboard not all that long ago.
“At ease, Sergeant. I’m nobody’s captain here. Nobody else here yet?”
“No, sir. At least so far as I know. The pilot is on her way and should be here any minute. As for the other passengers… Well, I hope they’ll let us know because we certainly can’t leave without them!”
“Well, we could, but it would make your navy pretty unhappy, and I doubt if even me girls would like it after they finished playin’ their games. They could have them babies any time now, and I don’t think any of ’em wants to have ’em on board your big, antiseptic ship.”
He looked around the shuttle and nodded approvingly to himself. “The bunks should be more than adequate, and there’s decent toilet facilities I see.” He moved from the aft compartment to the center and found a comfortable middle room, as it were, with a padded leatherette bench seat going completely around the walls and breaking only for the fore and aft doorways, all flanking a rather cleverly designed segmented table with inserts that could be raised, lowered, tilted, inverted, and moved every which way. More bunks of a more basic sort could be strung from the ceiling. Cut into the side bulkheads, one side mirroring the other, were compartments that clearly slid back.
“Serving bays,” the sergeant told him. “We’ll get our food there and drink through there. It’s mostly made from various wastes using a separate computer-controlled device with matter to energy to matter conversion, but the food it produces is nearly identical to what we get in the galleys and is really not that bad. Drinks are from those inserts there. You simply say what you want and it will make it for you. There’s a great deal of recycling here, but some loss each turn, which is why there is a limit to how long we can go. Still, we’re set for weeks here if need be, and we don’t need nearly that long.”
Murphy nodded. “I think it best we don’t mention the process and origins of the food and drink, Sergeant. Let’s let it just be magic, all right?”
The marine froze for a moment, not quite understanding what the old man was saying, and then realized the context. “Oh, yes, sir. I see. Yes, we want everyone to be happy and relaxed here.”
Murphy smiled. “I think we might just get along here for the duration, Sergeant. So, do you know this pilot?”
“Yes, sir. Picked her myself out of the group. Very skilled. When we have things we must do with some, er, delicacy, she’s who we pick. I’m not sure anybody’s ready for this trio of yours, but if anybody is, Lieutenant Chung would be. She’s had some ground experience, mostly in finding and selecting the best things we need for repairs and replacements, but she shouldn’t be thrown by a different sort of culture, no slight intended, sir.”