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  HAWTHORNE: You’ve aroused my curiosity. What was this query?

  DANZIG: (A long pause) The Jovians claim to be seeking an understanding with Social Unity.

  HAWTHORNE: The Planetary Union bosses passed this on to you, did they?

  DANZIG: It is nothing, sir. I understood it as a ploy. (Puts hand over his heart) I fear I must see my doctor. (Rises) With your permission—

  HAWTHORNE: Captain Mune, will you assist the Director to a holding cell. Then take a team and arrest this so-called doctor of his.

  DANZIG: (Turns pale) Have I offended you, sir? If so, I gravely apologize.

  HAWTHORNE: You’ve offended me on two counts. One, you attempted to trick me into sending my bionic squads into certain ambushes. I did nothing of the kind, but gave the order to see what you would do. Now, you’ve kept secret a possibly critical diplomatic opening with the Jovians. I’d hoped to continue using you as a link with the disgruntled directors. Now I see they plan a coup, possibly in conjunction with what remains of PHC. You’ve chosen the wrong side, Danzig.

  DANZIG: Please, sir! Let me make amends. I’ve served you well in the past.

  HAWTHORNE: (Signals Mune) I want a full confession. And I want all the information he has on the Jovians.

  DANZIG: Yes, yes, you’ll have it. I guarantee it.

  MUNE: (Takes hold of Director Danzig and marches him out of the chamber).

  HAWTHORNE: (To the others) Let us continue. In the African Sector….

  End of File #3

  -14-

  A week after Hawthorne had Director Danzig arrested, far out in the Jupiter System, Marten Kluge still had trouble believing that he’d become the Force-Leader of a capital ship.

  “Get ready,” Osadar said. “I’m about to begin docking procedures.”

  Marten sat beside her in a shuttle half the size of the former Mayflower. They were in mid-orbit around Callisto. Far below against the Galilean moon shined a bright orange light. It was a giant booster-ship making a landing, bringing badly needed supplies to a stranded cleanup crew. The Jovian System was like a kicked-over ant colony. Everyone left alive was busy trying to repair the horrible damage created by the cyborg assault.

  Using his screen, Marten glanced at the nearing cargo vessel: the Thaliana. It was a huge teardrop-shaped spaceship and belonged to Meta-mines Incorporated. Meta-mines was a consortium with quarter shares by several of the most powerful Helium-3 Barons. Her survival of the war with the cyborgs was attributable to her clever captain. The captain had kept a strict visual of any suspicious vessel that approached too closely. Then she had promptly put the cargo ship behind a planetary body, shielding them from the intruder. The Thaliana was the third cargo ship this month to dock by Marten’s warship, and brought critical supplies.

  Marten clicked a toggle. In spite of himself, he grinned as he witnessed his meteor-ship yet again. It was a battered warship, and had belonged to the cyborgs. Despite the brutal pounding it had taken on the original attack against Callisto, the meteor-ship had retained its basic shape. It was a rock, a hollowed-out asteroid packed with a repaired fusion engine, compartments, supplies, living quarters, coils, missiles and laser generators.

  Through the screen, Marten noted that his ship looked as if it had passed through a floating junkyard. Tubes, oddly-shaped polygons, girders, patrol boats, antennae and trailing lines were attached in a seemingly random fashion. The warship still needed a lot of work to turn it into the combat-vessel it had been. But the warship could move under its own power now, and it could accommodate its crew. Maybe in another month, it would be ready to head for Earth.

  “Initiating docking procedures,” Osadar said, clicking a switch.

  The shuttle thrummed with power and thrust. Marten sank against his seat, and they eased toward one of the Thaliana’s docking tubes….

  -15-

  “What?” Marten asked. The meeting was only seven minutes old, and he was getting angrier by the moment.

  He sat in the Thaliana’s wardroom, a cramped space with a kidney-shaped metal table taking up most of the area. Riveted stools around the table provided seating. Marten and Osadar had both squeezed around the table and to their present spot.

  The cargo-ship’s captain was here. She was short like most Jovians, lacked hair and wore a crumpled brown uniform. She had large eyes, reminding Marten of Nadia. Those eyes the captain carefully kept downcast. She was obviously a cautious woman, a characteristic which had likely won her the position and had certainly allowed her to keep it throughout the cyborg assault.

  “No,” Marten said, shaking his head. “I think that’s a bad idea.”

  Another Jovian sat on a stool. She was small, although not as small as Chief Strategist Tan. As Tan often did, the Jovian woman wore a sheer silk gown. It revealed a gymnast’s body underneath—small firm breasts, a tight belly and smooth limbs. She had dark curls and an aloof attitude. Affixed to her forehead was a jet-black stone.

  Osadar had informed Marten about the stone’s significance. On Callisto and under the Dictates, it had meant an Ur-philosopher of the Third Rank.

  “Ur—that means she’s greater than a regular philosopher?” Marten had asked as they’d first entered the chamber.

  “No,” Osadar had whispered back. “She is, or was, a philosopher-in-training, likely groomed for the highest level of governance.”

  Marten’s anger had begun then, and in these few minutes, it had been steadily getting worse. Tan was changing the game on him. Maybe as bad, he hated dealing with anyone remotely connected to Callisto’s philosophers. Their arrogance approached that of the Highborn, although it was less physically oriented and more cerebral.

  The gowned Jovian—her name was Circe—presently clicked her fingernails on the metal table.

  Three myrmidons flanked her on each side. At the clicking, the six gene-warped warriors stiffened, and their dark eyes seemed to become wet with anticipation. It was an intimidating experience, and the room was too close and confining. Marten might draw fast enough to shoot two of them, but that was no guarantee he’d kill those two. Osadar was a cyborg, but he doubted she could tear apart the remaining four before the myrmidons finished the two of them.

  Their uniforms were a bright orange color. They lacked stunners and had knives and knuckle-mounts instead of shock rods. These six seemed more animalistic than the other myrmidons he’d seen. Marten had yet to hear any of them speak even the most rudimentary speech. It seemed like a crime against humanity to mutate Homo sapiens like this. If he could, he’d outlaw such practices. Maybe the one good thing the cyborg attack had achieved was the destruction of such gene-tampering centers on Callisto.

  “This matter is far beyond your scope, Force-Leader,” Circe was telling him. “I have a directive from the highest level. Nothing can stop its implementation, certainly not your displeasure.”

  “Tan gave you this directive?” Marten asked.

  Circe’s mouth tightened. She had full lips, sensuous lips. It seemed to Marten that such lips were unsuited for an Ur-philosopher.

  “I insist you act with decorum,” Circe said. “The one you speak about is the Chief Strategist. You sully her position and the importance of her rank by bandying her name with such indifference. I will not tolerate it.”

  “She gave me my captaincy and made me the ambassador,” Marten said.

  “If by that you mean you are the meteor-ship’s Force-Leader, why yes, you have accurately stated the situation. I fail to see, however, how your comment affects my statement.”

  “I mean that Tan—her name—is, ah, important to me.” Marten rubbed the bridge of his nose. Trying to talk with an Ur-philosopher, so she could understand him, was giving him a headache.

  Circe seemed faintly amused. “Do not attempt to dialogue with me, Force-Leader. I am many times your intellectual superior.”

  “Listen. I’m not interested in your IQ.”

  “Yes,” she said. “That is another indictor of barbarism.”

/>   Marten slapped the table with an open palm. “Tan gave me the position of ambassador. Now you’re trying to tell me she lied?”

  “Your manner is unseemly and vulgar. And I find it distressing that you would resort to such brutish tactics.”

  “Lady, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  Once more, Circe clicked her fingernails on the table. “The Chief Strategist assured me your veneer of barbarism was something akin to a disguise. She assured me you knew your place in the hierarchy. Now I’m beginning to wonder if that’s so.”

  Osadar leaned minutely forward, and she said in her strange voice, “The Dictates no longer run the Jovian System.”

  A half-second passed before Circe answered. “Your statement lacks precision,” she said, without looking at Osadar. “The Guardian Fleet practices the mandates, even if the system as a whole has sunk into unrestrained emotionalism.”

  Marten silently counted to ten. If ever there was a time to watch his speech, this was it. He had a warship to run. He’d already received the majority of his crew and the surviving space marines from the storming of Athena Station. Omi was in charge of training the marines, and even now ran them through an exercise. It was wise to keep combat troops busy.

  “If I am a barbarian,” Marten said, “know that I fought hard to defeat the cyborgs.”

  “Your prowess in such matters has been noted,” Circe said. “Perhaps that is the reason why the Chief Strategist employs you in such an important mission.”

  Marten glanced at Osadar.

  Osadar never turned to face him. The cyborg had changed outwardly. She wore a senso-mask now, giving her the illusion of a human face. A beret covered her head, and she wore a heavy spylo-jacket and gloves. Everything helped maintain the human illusion, except for her manner of speech and the occasional electronic whines of her limbs when she moved or shifted.

  “You don’t approve of my…uh…Force-Leader status?” Marten asked, trying to talk like a Jovian.

  “My approval was not sought,” Circe said.

  “I’m surprised,” Marten said. “If we’re to work together—”

  “A moment,” Circe said, raising a slender hand.

  The myrmidons as a group grew tense. Their knotted hands dropped to their knives, some slipped fingers into knuckle-mounts.

  Marten felt their hostility and the intensity of their eyes. He leaned back until his shoulders bumped against the wall behind him. The wardroom was much too small for this table. His hand dropped onto the butt of his holstered slugthrower. Maybe it was time to use a short-barreled weapon. He hardly had room to draw his .38 long-barrel.

  “We will not work together, as you put it,” said Circe. “I am now the ranking member of the expedition. I am the Jovian voice. Your task is to maintain ship discipline and to ensure our arrival in the Martian System.”

  “I thought we were headed for Earth.”

  “I’m sure I was clear,” Circe said. “There has been a new directive.”

  “Can you tell me what changed Tan’s mind?” Marten asked.

  “Force-Leader Kluge, I have already spoken to you concerning the use of the Chief Strategist’s name. Because of the present lack of arbiters, I will soon instruct my myrmidons to instill discipline in you if you cannot control your tongue. From this moment on, you will refrain from using the Chief Strategist’s name.”

  “What arbiters?” Marten asked.

  Circe looked away, and she clicked her fingernails on the table. “I am unused to barbarians, even tamed ones such as you. Your endless barrage of queries wearies me. I insist that you compose yourself to receive orders.”

  She was irritating him, even if the body under that sheer gown was nearly perfect. The idea of spending months on the same ship with this Ur-philosopher….

  “The Solar System beyond Jupiter is filled with barbarians,” Marten said. “If you can’t handle talking to me, how will you handle negotiations with Martians and Earthlings?”

  “I am of the Third Rank. I—” Circe’s eyes narrowed as she glanced at Osadar and then focused on Marten. “I’m beginning to see. Yes, the Chief Strategist holds the highest rank for rational reasons. You and I shall speak throughout the trip. That communication will accustom me to barbarian crudeness. The Chief Strategist was wise to let you keep what is for you an exalted station.”

  Marten thrust forward until his elbows rested on the table. “What’s really going on, eh? What game are you playing? The Dictates died with Callisto. Now…the Chief Strategist is trying to pull this?”

  Circe glanced at the Thaliana’s captain. The captain lifted the palms of her hands in a Jovian shrug.

  “To begin with,” Circe said, “your questions lack precision.”

  “Yeah?” asked Marten. “Then let me put it like this: I was in charge of the mission until you showed up. Now suddenly Tan—oh, pardon me, the Chief Strategist—ships you out here. You’re given nominal control of the warship—”

  “I will have full control,” Circe said.

  “Sure. You have six myrmidons, a new set of orders—”

  “More are coming, Force-Leader.”

  “More orders or more myrmidons?” asked Marten.

  “Your tone has become insulting. Alter it at once or my myrmidons shall take matters in hand. You will not enjoy the consequences.”

  “Maybe you’d better alter your tone,” Marten said, glancing at Osadar. “She is a cyborg, which trumps your pack of myrmidons.”

  “How dare you threaten my person,” Circe whispered.

  “Now it’s you who lack precision,” Marten said. “I didn’t say anything about you, but your myrmidons.”

  “The creatures belong to my suite. They represent—”

  “Listen,” Marten said. “The Chief Strategist has filled my ship with former dissenters, with those who hated Callisto’s dictatorial rule. The Chief Strategist obviously wants them out of the Jovian System. Now she thinks you can reinstall the Dictates by waving a new directive?”

  “These conjectures are far beyond your scope,” said Circe. “Your behavior here, I suspect you are presuming greater leeway for yourself because of your valorous act.”

  “You mean killing the cyborg or surviving Athena Station?”

  Circe shook her head. “I will not tolerate this. I will not subject myself to continuous queries or listen to your barbaric tones. I hold a directive from the Chief Strategist. It shall be implemented and you shall learn to comport yourself properly in my presence.”

  Marten struggled to hold his tongue, barely winning in the effort. Maybe he should try a different tactic.

  “It’s obvious I lack your grace,” he said. “Seeing as I’m a barbarian, I lack your training in the Dictates. What I understand is fighting.”

  “Just like a myrmidon,” Circe murmured.

  “Yeah, I’m a fighting animal.”

  “Do not let emotionalism taint your thinking,” said Circe. “As a barbarian, you are far above an animal.”

  “Thank you…I think.”

  Circe inclined her head.

  Marten kept himself from glancing at Osadar. Ur-philosophers seemed to lack a sense of humor. He’d have to remember that.

  “What has transpired to change the mission?” Marten asked.

  “The mission remains identical to its original parameters. We attempt to forge an alliance with the Planetary Union and with Social Unity. As a particle of our good will, we are sending a warship to help against the Highborn.”

  This time, Marten glanced at Osadar.

  “If we’re to help against the Highborn,” Osadar said, “that implies we’ve already reached a decision with Social Unity.”

  Several of the myrmidons made low-throated growls at Osadar.

  “Such matters are beyond your jurisdiction,” Circe said coldly.

  Marten decided on a change of tack. “Yes,” he said.

  “Excuse me?” asked Circe, who looked confused for the first time.

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sp; “Tell the Chief Strategist we will follow the new mandate to the letter,” Marten said.

  “That was taken as a given,” said Circe. “Therefore, I will need to tell her nothing.”

  “Was there anything else you wished to tell me?” Marten asked.

  “Indeed,” said Circe. She revealed a scroll-pad. “Item two on the agenda is….”

  -16-

  Several hours later, Circe entered her quarters on the Thaliana. It was a spacious room, decorated with silk and works of Jovian art. She instructed the pack-leader of her myrmidons to allow no entry into her chamber until further notice. Then she retreated to her communication’s net, attempting a laser lightguide link with the Chief Strategist. After a brief delay, a link was established. Circe thereupon put on a neural-helmet and reclined in her com-bed.

  ***

  CIRCE: The barbarian is clever and less direct than I had anticipated. He swallowed his anger and attempted subterfuge.

  TAN: Kluge is quick-witted. Do not underestimate him.

  CIRCE: He has defeated cyborgs on more than two occasions. That implies fighting prowess of an unusual degree. I view him as a killer virus.

  TAN: That is an apt analogy. The virus in his instance is not direct, but rather the ideas he propagates.

  CIRCE: My myrmidons are immune to such ideas.

  TAN: The barbarian lacks Jovian mores. If he believes himself threatened, he will kill the myrmidons without hesitation.

  CIRCE: Whatever he is, he is male.

  TAN: That is why I sent you. Hmm. I could almost pity him.

  CIRCE: You say he has a lover.

  TAN: Her name is Nadia Pravda. She escaped from the Sun-Works Factory. I believe he has taken to calling her his wife.

  CIRCE: They are married?

  TAN: I believe he preformed the rite himself.

  CIRCE: This is interesting. Where?

  TAN: I do not know. Is it important?

  CIRCE: As I’m sure you’re aware, I have perfected the Cleopatra grip. He is a fighting male, filled with testosterone, and I have already initiated a strong response in him. Among my myrmidons, I find that is an irresistible combination.

 

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