“Take her omni-tool, Reg,” Calix said to the brute. He waited in silence while the device was removed, then took it when it was offered to him. Calix powered it off and tossed it aside. He cast an accusing glance at the brute, and Sloane understood that they’d made a mistake by not taking it from her in the first place. She filed that. She hadn’t taken the time to have it auto-transmit her location back to anyone, but she could always say she had.
“All right,” Calix said. “Let’s talk.” With that he turned and went back into the room.
The brute, Reg, nudged Sloane toward the door.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
The hours ticked away with no word from Addison, Kesh or Sloane.
Tann waited, watching the feeds as rebels barreled through the hallways on looting sprees that left injured in their wake. The longer he did so, the more he began to suspect malfeasance from his would-be council partners. The more he suspected, the angrier he became, with one person as his focus.
He understood the urge to go against the grain—even if that grain represented the fundamental basics of law and order. Every being, whatever the species, eventually strayed. It was only natural. Biological, even. An imperative that appeared in every sentient lifeform.
Tann wasn’t unfeeling. He did understand. With anything else—anything less weighty than the future of the Nexus mission at stake—he might have entertained Sloane’s efforts at rebellion. After all, opportunity could be found in all things, even this.
But in that moment, as the Nexus crew rose up in mutiny around them, Tann couldn’t take the chance. Too much was at stake. The timepiece on his omni-tool moved inexorably toward too long. He started making plans.
Contingencies, backups, failsafes.
Somebody had to take charge of this clusterfuck, as Sloane would so colorfully describe it.
“Spender.”
“Yes, sir.” The human unbent from his near-permanent hunch over the feeds he monitored, turning his full attention to Tann. Smart man. Easy to get along with, Tann felt, especially when it came to getting things done—and right now, Tann needed something done.
“Leave us,” he said over his shoulder to the few other people who occupied Operations. The pair, assigned to watch the erratic sensors for any signs of the missing arks, looked at one another. “But what if a signal—”
“Have there been any signals at all?”
“Negative.”
“Then you can afford a break. Now, go.”
“Uh… where, sir?”
Tann’s large eyes squinted across the room at them. “Find somewhere,” he said tersely. “You are intelligent beings, by all accounts.”
They retreated without further argument, murmuring as they went. Good. At least somebody around besides Spender would do as he asked. Once they had moved far enough away that he could expect some semblance of privacy, Tann turned back to his assistant and braced both long hands against the dash. For emphasis, not because he needed to lean.
“This has gone on long enough. First Addison and Kesh, now Sloane, all incommunicado. We’re on our own. We need to act before everything is lost.”
“Act, as in what, exactly?” Spender asked. Then, as realization dawned, he added knowingly, “Arms.”
Tann nodded. “If nothing else, the feeds have shown us that these rebels are only going to respond to one thing. The time has come to nip this in the bud.”
“Not without us.”
The voice came from behind. Spender’s eyebrows furrowed, his glance darting so quickly over Tann’s shoulder that the salarian had no problems guessing what he saw. He turned to stare at both Addison and Kesh as they strode into Operations. The faces of the crew that had let them in projected a conflicted apology.
“Where have you been?” Tann snapped. The best defense, after all.
Addison’s eyes glinted dangerously from between narrowed lashes, but it was Kesh’s pronounced limp that had his attention.
“Ran into a bottleneck,” the krogan said simply, and left it at that. Given the state of the station, Tann didn’t bother to pursue. More fighting. More bloodshed.
Enough was enough.
“I’m glad you are safe,” he said. Kesh inclined her head, content to take his sentiment at face value, apparently. Good.
Addison regarded Tann coolly. “Making decisions alone again?”
“I thought I was alone,” he returned mildly. A pulse thumped high on Addison’s forehead. She had walked out, after all. “Speaking of which, where’s Sloane? She left specifically to find you and Kesh.”
“We haven’t seen her. Some of her people found us, said Sloane left them to take care of something else.”
“If you people would just remain in Operations we would not have these problems,” Tann interrupted, too pointedly for it to be anything other than a cut. “Let’s review our failings later. Right now, it’s time to act. Primarily, we need to put down this uprising.”
“They aren’t dogs, Tann.” Addison planted both hands on the console, glaring at him and Spender in equal measure. “They’re people. Our people, and they’re scared.”
“That might have worked a few weeks ago,” he replied, “but you heard Corvannis. We are no longer dealing with scared protesters. Blood has been spilled, and we keep underestimating them. We can no longer afford to give these people the benefit of the doubt.”
“I simply meant—”
“The way I see it,” Tann said over her frustrated protest, “we have two options.”
Kesh leaned against the console next to Addison, favoring her side. The blackened edges of battle scarred her uniform, and hasty bandages peeked out from the torn fabric. Tann paused, surprised. To make a krogan bleed, that implied some serious weight.
Even more reason for him to push.
He met Addison’s eyes first. “Either we send our entire security force into a battle to crush every last mutineer, in a bloody foray that will cost us hundreds of lives—”
“Unacceptable,” Addison said sharply, her eyes still narrow.
Exactly. He let his gaze turn to Kesh. “—or we wake up Nakmor Morda.”
For a long, long second nobody said a word. He waited.
“Morda,” Kesh repeated slowly. Her broad face, always so serious to his eyes, didn’t so much as shift. He couldn’t read her. Never could with krogan. Damned big-headed, thick-skinned floaters.
Yet it was those big heads and that thick skin that would end this once and for all. Tann nodded with all the gravitas the situation warranted.
“We send Morda against Calix Corvannis,” he acknowledged. “We end this quickly and decisively. Overwhelmingly so.”
“Then what?” the krogan asked shrewdly. She didn’t fill in any options, though—that fell to Tann.
He smiled. “Then we hold a meeting—”
“Great,” Addison muttered. “That’s been working so well.”
“—where we include everyone, and hear their grievances,” Tann continued firmly, earning a startled look from the human woman.
Spender nodded enthusiastically. “And we pitch to them our plan for the future, knowing what we know about the state of the galaxy.”
“Precisely,” Tann said.
“What plan?” Kesh asked.
“The plan,” Tann replied, “that we will formulate when we are not spilling each other’s blood in the corridors.” He raised his brows at them all. “I believe there is a great deal of room in which to maneuver, don’t you?” Then he waited.