A Deepness in the Sky

The meeting was not with some staff officer. Ezr showed up at the Fleet Captain's planning room on the QHSPham Nuwen, and there was the Fleet Captain...and the expedition's Trading Committee. They did not look happy. Vinh got only a quick glimpse before coming to attention at the bracing pole. Out of the corner of his eyes he did a quick count. Yes, every one of them was here. They hung around the room's conference table, and their gaze did not seem friendly.

Park acknowledged Ezr's brace with a brusque wave of his hand. "At ease, Apprentice." Three hundred years ago, when Ezr had been five, Captain Park had visited the Vinh Family temp in Canberra space. His parents had treated the fellow royally, even though he wasn't a senior ship's master. But Ezr remembered more the parkland gifts from what seemed a genuinely friendly fellow.

At their next encounter, Vinh was a seventeen-year-old would-be apprentice and Park was outfitting a fleet to Triland. What a difference. They had spoken perhaps a hundred words since, and then only at formal expedition occasions. Ezr had been just as glad for the anonymity; what he wouldn't give for a return to it now.

Captain Park looked as though he had swallowed something sour. He glanced around at the members of the Trading Committee, and Vinh suddenly wondered just whom he was angry at. "Young V—Apprentice Vinh. We have an...unusual...situation here. You know the delicacy of our situation now that the Emergents have arrived." The Captain didn't seem to be looking for an acknowledgment, and Ezr's "yessir" died before it reached his lips. "At this point we have several courses of action possible." Again a glance at the Committee members.

And Ezr realized that Qiwi Lisolet hadn't been spouting complete nonsense. A Fleet Captain had absolute authority in tactical situations, and normally a veto vote on strategic issues. But for major changes in expedition goals, he was at the mercy of his Trading Committee. And something had gone wrong with the process. Not an ordinary tie; Fleet Captains had a deciding vote in cases such as that. No, this must be a deadlock verging on a mutiny of the management class. It was a situation the teachers always mumbled about in school, but if it ever happened, then just maybe a junior owner would become a factor in the decision process. Sort of a sacrificial goat.

"First possibility," continued Park, oblivious of the unhappy conclusions rattling around in Vinh's head. "We play the game the Emergents propose. Joint operations. Joint control of all vehicles in this upcoming groundside mission."

Ezr took in the appearance of the Committee members. Kira Pen Lisolet sat next to the Fleet Captain. She was dressed in the Lisolet-green uniform her Family affected. The woman was almost as small as Qiwi, her features sober and attentive. But there was an impression of raw physical strength. The Strentmannian body type was extreme even by Qeng Ho standards of diversity. Some Traders prided themselves on their masked demeanor. Not Kira Pen Lisolet. Kira Lisolet loathed Park's first "possibility" as much as Qiwi claimed.

Ezr's attention slid to another familiar face. Sum Dotran. Management committees were an elite. There were a few active owners, but the majority were professional planners, working their way up to a stake that would allow them to own their ships. And there was a minority of very old men. Most of the old guys were consummate experts, truly preferring management over any form of ownership. Sum Dotran was such. At one time he had worked for the Vinh Family. Ezr guessed that he opposed Park's first "possibility," too.

"Second possibility: Separate control structures, no jointly crewed landers. As soon as practicable, we reveal ourselves directly to the Spiders"—and let the Lord of Trade sort the greater winners from the lesser. Once there were three players, the advantage to simple treachery should be diminished. In a few years their relationship with the Emergents could become a relatively normal, competitive one. Of course, the Emergents might regard unilateral contact as a kind of betrayal in itself. Too bad. It seemed to Vinh that at least half the Committee supported this path—butnot Sum Dotran.The old man jerked his head slightly at Vinh, making the message obvious.

"Third possibility: We pack up our temps and head back to Triland."

Vinh's stunned look must have been obvious. Sum Dotran elaborated. "Young Vinh, what the Captain means is that we are outnumbered and possibly outgunned. None of us trust these Emergents, and if they turn on us, there would be no recourse. It's just too risky to—"

Kira Pen Lisolet slapped the table. "I object! This meeting was absurd to begin with. And worse, now we see Sum Dotran is simply using it to force his own views." So much for the theory that Qiwi had been operating at her mother's direction.