“Because of the complexity of this case,” the admiral went on, “the Judge Advocate General has chosen to handle it with utmost circumspection but also utmost gravity. The precise charges have not been determined for each of you, but in general, the junior lieutenants can expect to see charges of both treason and mutiny, which the JAG is not considering mutually exclusive defenses, one for the other. That is, if you were a party to treason, this does not defend against a later charge of mutiny, and vice versa.” The admiral’s bright black eyes seemed to bore into Esmay’s. Did she mean something particular about that? Esmay wanted to blurt out that she was not and had never been a traitor, but discipline kept her jaw locked.
The admiral coughed delicately, clearly a social cough, a punctuation in what she said. “I am authorized to tell you that the reason for this is the high level of concern about Benignity influence in the officer corps. It would not have been feasible to ignore that possibility in this case; your defense counsels will explain it to you. The ensigns are being charged with mutiny only, except in one case where investigation is still in progress.”
“But we haven’t even seen a defense lawyer!” complained Arphan from the back. Esmay could have swatted him; the idiot had no right to speak.
“Ensign . . . Arphan, isn’t it? Did anyone give you leave to interrupt, Ensign?” The admiral needed no help from a jig to squash a feckless junior.
“No, sir, but—”
“Then be silent.” The admiral looked back at Esmay, who felt guilty that she had not somehow gagged Arphan, but the admiral’s look conveyed no rebuke. “Junior Lieutenant Suiza, as the senior surviving officer, and former captain of a mutinied ship in combat, your trial will necessarily be severed from that of the officers junior to you, although you will be called to testify in their trials, and they in yours. Additionally, you will face a Captain’s Board of Inquiry to investigate your handling of Despite in battle.”
Esmay had expected this, in one way, and in another had hoped that one investigation and judicial ordeal might subsume the other.
“Because of the unusual circumstances of the Xavier situation, including the actions taken by Commander Serrano, it has been determined that you should all be transported to Fleet Headquarters for these courts-martial on another vessel.”
Esmay blinked. They didn’t trust Admiral Serrano because of her niece? Then she remembered all the rumors—now demonstrably untrue—about Heris Serrano and her departure from Fleet.
“Commander Serrano will of course be facing a Board of Inquiry herself, and three of you will be called to testify to that Board.” Esmay could not imagine who might be thought to have useful information there. “You will be allowed communications access to notify your families, and if possible speak with them directly, but you are not to communicate with anyone other than your families. Specifically, you are ordered, under penalty, to avoid discussion of this case with anyone in or out of Fleet except your defense counsel and each other. I strongly recommend that you not discuss this among yourselves any more than you already have. You will be closely observed, not always by those who have your interests at heart. You will be met at Fleet Headquarters by your assigned defense counsel, and you will have the usual resources then to prepare yourself for court.” The admiral’s gaze raked the lines for a moment; Esmay hoped no one would ask stupid questions, and no one did.
“You’re dismissed,” the admiral said. “Except for Junior Lieutenant Suiza.” Esmay’s heart sank through her bootsoles and the deck she stood on. She stood while the others shuffled out, watching the admiral’s face for any clue. When they had all gone, the admiral sighed.
“Sit down, Lieutenant Suiza.” Esmay sat. “This is going to be a difficult time for you, and I want to be sure you understand that. Yet I don’t want to panic you. Unfortunately, I really don’t know you well enough to know how much warning it takes to scare you too much. Your record, as an officer, doesn’t help me along. Can you?”
Esmay kept her jaw from dropping with an effort. She had no idea what to say; for once Yes, sir wasn’t enough. The admiral continued, more slowly, giving her time to think.
“You did very well at the Academy prep school; you were rated high, not brilliantly, in the Academy itself. I would guess you’re not the sort to look up your own fitness reports—is that right?”
“Yes, sir,” Esmay said.
“Mmm. So you may not know that you’ve been described as ‘hard worker, willing, not a leader’ or ‘steady, competent, always completes assignments, shows initiative with jobs but not people, leadership potential average.’ ” The admiral paused, but Esmay couldn’t think of anything. That’s about what she’d thought of herself. “Some of them say you’re shy, and others just say quiet and nondemanding . . . but in a lifetime in the Fleet, Lieutenant Suiza, I’ve never seen this sort of fitness report—one after another, from the prep school all the way through—coupled with the kind of decisive leadership you showed with Despite. I’ve known some quiet, unassuming officers who were good in combat—but there was always, somewhere in the background, at least one little glint from that undiscovered diamond.”
“It was an accident,” Esmay said, without thinking. “And besides, it was the crew who did it, really.”
“Accidents,” the admiral said, “do not just happen. Accidents are caused. What kind of accident do you think would have resulted if Junior Lieutenant Livadhi had been senior?”
Esmay had wondered that; in the aftermath of battle, Liam and Peli both had been sure they would have chosen a different insertion velocity and vector, but she remembered the look on their faces when she’d announced they were going back.
“You don’t have to answer,” the admiral said. “I know from his interviews. He would have sent the same message you did, then hopped back to Sector HQ, hoping to find someone handy. He would not have taken Despite back, and although he can justly critique your tactics on system entry, he himself would have been far too late to save the situation.”
“I . . . I’m not sure. He’s brave—”
“Courage isn’t the whole issue here, and you know it. Prudence and courage make good teammates; cowardice can be as rash as storycube courage.” The admiral smiled, and Esmay felt cold. “Lieutenant, if you can puzzle me, I assure you that you are puzzling the rest of Fleet even more. It’s not that they don’t want you to have done what you did—but they don’t understand it. If you can hide that level of ability, all these years, under a bland exterior, what else are you hiding? Some have even suggested that you are a Benignity deep agent, that you somehow set up Commander Hearne and engineered a mutiny, just to get yourself known as a hero.”
“I didn’t!” Esmay said without thinking.
“I don’t think so myself. But right now there’s a crisis of confidence all over the Familias Regnant, and it has not spared the Regular Space Service. It was bad enough to discover that Lepescu was making sport of killing Fleet personnel, but to find that three traitorous captains could be dispatched to something like Xavier—that has shaken the confidence of Fleet Intelligence, as well it should. By all rights, you should be whisked through the obligatory court as quickly as possible, and then hailed as the hero you are—and don’t bother to deny it. You are. Unfortunately for you, circumstances are against you, and I expect you and your defense counsel will have a rugged few weeks. Nor is there anything I can do about it; right now my influence could only harm you.”