From across the nearly six-parsec-wide gulf of interstellar space that currently separated Enterprisefrom Columbia,Captain Erika Hernandez punctuated her reply with a withering frown. “All right. Who are you, and what have you done with Jon Archer?
His lips curled in an inadvertent grin. “Im just an explorer, Erika. I dont make policy. And I dont like babysitting Earth Cargo Service freighter convoys any more than you do. But youve got to admit that there havebeen enough attacks on the main civilian shipping lanes over the past few weeks to justify keeping Earths two fastest and best-armed starships out on continuous patrol, at least for a while.
She shook her head slightly. “Maybe. But not indefinitely. And certainly not if youre interested in treating the underlying disease instead of just the symptoms.
Archer couldnt really disagree with that either. The past six weeks of mostly uneventful patrol duty, spent endlessly covering the same roughly twenty-light-year stretches outbound from Earth, followed by a virtually identical inbound course which intermittently brought Enterpriseand Columbiatogether from opposite directions, put him in mind of the ancient Greek myth about a man whose misdeeds had earned him the divine punishment of rolling a huge boulder up a hill, only to have to repeat the process endlessly after reaching the summit and seeing it roll down again. Archer sometimes half-seriously considered asking Starfleet to send the new NX-class starship Challenger,still under construction in the skies above San Francisco, to relieve himafter rechristening it Sisyphus,of course.
But he knew better than to think that either he or Captain Hernandez could do much to change the minds of Admirals Gardner, Black, Douglas, Clark, Palmieri, or any of the rest of Starfleet Commands determined brass hats. After all, each of them had shot down essentially the same argument Erika was making today when Archer had first brought the topic before them weeks ago.
“We still dont have any hard proof that the attacks against our freighters are anything other than exactly what they appear to be, Archer said. “The work of rogue pirates and freebooters.
“Thats probably only because those alleged rogue pirates and freebooters have been keeping us both so busy waiting and watching, not to mention wearing a triangular groove in the space between Earth and Draylax and Deneva, that we havent had any time to go hunt down thereal culprits.
“The Romulans, Archer said.
She nodded, confirming that he had completed her unvoiced thought. “Or the Klingons. Or maybe even both. The disruptor traces we found on the hull debris are consistent with either of them.
“As nasty as the Klingons can be, my moneys on the Romulans, Archer said.
Her eyes widened. “Why? You know something I dont?
He nodded. “Is this line secure on your end?
“I trust my mother and God, in that order,she said with a nod of her own. “Everybody and everything else has to go through the most stringent of security protocols. Go ahead.
He paused to gather his thoughts. From the edge of the bed, Porthos released a low growl that almost made Archer wonder if his own dog wasnt spying on him on behalf of Admiral Gardner.
“The attack on Coridan has overshadowed just about everything else thats been going on in a dozen sectors in every direction, Archer said at length.
“Thats understandable. Over a billion people have died on Coridan Prime so far, and people are still dying there three months later thanks to all the environmental damage, not to mention the damned civil war theyre fighting. Have you found some evidence linking the Romulans to the Coridan attack?
“No, he said with a glum shake of his head. “The Romulans are way too subtle to leave any fingerprints behind.
She frowned again. “So why bring up Coridan?
“Because Starfleet has been able to use it as a diversion to keep a lid on something we discovered on Andoria a little bit before the Coridan attack. The admiralty has classified my report on the subject. But in my judgment you have a legitimate need to know what theyve been sitting on these past few months.
Hernandezs brow furrowed. “Youve found evidence of some sort of Romulan incursion on Andoria?
“Indirect evidence. But its as close to a smoking gun as youre going to get with people as slick as the Romulans. Youve been briefed about their use of telepaths to pilot remote-controlled attack ships, right?
“Of course. I know that you and your crew destroyed a telepath-guided Romulan prototype last year.
“Right. But what you haventbeen told is that the Romulans have recently been trying to get their hands on more telepaths for similar military applications, using the services of third parties brokered through Adigeon Prime.
A look of understanding crossed her olive features. “The Adigeons. Gotta love those tight-lipped Swiss banker types.
“Believe me, the Adigeons make the old Swiss bankers look like the village gossip. In spite of that, we managed to track down and rescue about three dozen Aenar-Andorian telepaths that a third party had captured on behalf of the Romulans.
Hernandezs face became a study in horror. “Enslaving all those people. Just to launch another remote-control attack against us.
“And theyre not going to back off, either. Not when they can just lie in the weeds and wait until theyre ready to try again.
The horror on Hernandezs countenance slowly solidified into an almost palpable anger, and her words carried the timbre of blood and fire. “And youre content to let Starfleet just go on reacting instead of actuallydoing something?
Archer endured her not-so-subtle criticism with all the stoicism he could muster. “What makes you think Im not doing anything?
“Lets see. Maybe its the fact that youre still out here patrolling the boonies, just like I am.
“Lets just say Im working on the problem through a back channel and leave it at that.
“I know you have political pull that I dont, since youre the man who saved Earth from the Xindi. But I cant believe youve got a special back channel with Starfleet Command that I dont evenknow about.
Archer grinned. “What makes you think I was talking about Starfleet Command? Their hands are full at the moment just keeping the Coalition from collapsing into four squabbling pieces, especially since the Coridan attack.
“Unlike either of us,Hernandez said as the door chime sounded.
“Be careful what you wish for, Erika, Archer said, even though he was half hoping for news of another so-called pirate raid, if only to break up the tedium of the past several days of utterly fruitless patrolling. He held up a hand for silence, then turned toward the door.
“Come.
The door hissed open and Commander TPol stepped gingerly over the slightly raised threshold, then paused in the open hatchway. She wore a standard-issue, dark blue Starfleet duty uniform, a sight to which he was still only beginning to become accustomed, though she had adopted it nearly three months ago. To the Vulcan womans credit, she appeared as comfortable and unself-conscious wearing Earths service attire as she had in the somewhat more formfitting uniform of the Vulcan military from which she had retired over a year earlier. Despite the lateness of the hour, her clothing looked fresh and neatly pressed.