10 Isten 1117: Jumpspace
I was up early today. Really early, considering how late I was at the bar last night. I was at the Grayswandir by 0600.
Jami was there only a few minutes behind me. I had suspected that she would be; one of the reasons I was there that early myself. I had to set an example after all. She only had a few bags with her and, after dropping them off in the cabin she would be sharing with Saahna, she headed for Engineering.
The others trickled in over the next hour or two. Varan was already in his Steward’s uniform and immediately began checking the status of life support and the passenger cabins. Do’rex didn’t even go to his cabin; he dropped his downbag next to the door to his cabin, then went straight to the bridge, where he started running diagnostics.
Saahna was the last to show up, almost exactly at 0900. Melant was with her, and I’m pretty sure she made a point of giving him a passionate goodbye kiss directly in front of me. I did notice that she watched him as he left, but he never looked back.
After that, I went down to the cargo bay and started overseeing things as the cargobots arrived. Half the cargo was already on board, and it was just a matter of ensuring it reached the designated point and was secured.
Cargo taken care of, I came back out to find Varan welcoming the first passengers aboard. They were Hirin and Kalen Borator, the two heading for Fugitak. From the way they were dressed–and what little they were carrying with them–I realized that they were spending everything they had to get there. I hoped they would find whatever they were looking for.
I went to my cabin and changed into my Captain’s uniform. OK, it’s just a standard ship’s jacket with a few more bits of braid, but the passengers seemed to like it. Captain Anna had always impressed on me that a bit of a show somehow made the passengers feel better, so I was following her example.
When I came back out, Dr. Korvusar had just come aboard, carrying a single duffel and a small case.
“Ah, Captain Kodai!” She stepped past Varan and came up to me. “I’m glad to see you again!” I took her offered hand.
“Welcome aboard, Doctor Korvusar,” I said, shaking what felt like a sincere grip. “Good to see you as well. We’ve reserved our best cabin for you. Do you have anything else we need to bring aboard?”
“No, this is all I have.” She glanced towards the bag beside her. “I’m looking forward to our many Jumps together, Captain.”
“Glad to have you with us.” Varan offered to show her to her cabin, and, after a nod towards me, she followed.
I hung around the main cabin until the Oligack team finally showed up, just before our scheduled lift time, and with more luggage and gear than we had expected. I got Saahna to come help Varan and me, and we eventually found a place to store everything. Almost immediately, I headed for the bridge, leaving Saahna and Varan to deal with our late arrivals.
Do’rex clicked in annoyance with me as I arrived.
“Sorry,” I said, dropping into the right seat. “Late passengers. As usual.”
The Captain’s seat was above and behind the Pilot’s and Navigator’s consoles, sitting at a right angle to the main seats, but with a programmable console able to replicate any position on the ship.
I was used to sitting in the right seat.
Honestly, the Grayswandir could probably have flown itself. Probably. The ship’s computer could handle 97% of anything we encountered.
But that left the other 3%.
That’s why we still have Pilots, Astrogators, Engineers, and every other Sophont position. Computers or bots could handle everything. Most of the time. But most of the time isn’t all of the time. Sometimes you needed a Sophont with that flash of insight, usually called “instinct,” to handle whatever had just come up. And if the computer had been handling everything up to that point, precious seconds would be lost while the Sophont tried to find out what was going on.
So ships have Sophont crews. Well, X-Boats operate on computer control, but… there’s a reason they don’t carry passengers.
OK, Scouts fly on them, but… they’re Scouts. There’s more than one reason that they have the highest mortality rate of all of the Imperial services.
I rechecked the calculations I had done earlier and indicated my approval to Do’rex. He, in turn, contacted Venad Space Traffic Control and advised them of our intent to depart. Clearance was granted, and I opened the ship-wide comm.
“Good afternoon, everyone,” I said in my most professional-sounding voice. “This is Captain Kodai up on the Bridge. We’ve just received our clearance from Venad’s Close Orbit and Airspace Control Command, and we are ready for departure. While we don’t anticipate any problems with our inertial systems, we do ask that you remain seated until we have cleared the atmosphere and achieved orbit. Until then, relax and enjoy our flight. External sensors are on ship’s channel 7 if you wish to watch the departure.”
I closed the comms, checked my numbers one more time, then flicked them over to Do’rex’s console. He looked over at me.
“You failed to mention they should call the Steward if they have any discomfort,” he said, clicking slightly to indicate he wasn’t being too serious.
“Oh, well. First-time jitters. Let’s get out of here.”
He clicked, then opened the crew channel. “Engaging drive.”
He lifted us clear of the pad, then tilted the nose up and engaged forward thrust. Outside the canopy, I saw Yamar passing below us at a steadily increasing speed, then falling behind us as Do’rex continued to tilt the nose up. I felt a moment of disorientation as we switched to internal gravs and our inertial dampeners kicked in, making it seem as if we were still stationary with the floor “down,” even as the ship stood on its tail and accelerated towards orbit.
I watched until we were almost all the way across the small inland sea to the east of Yamar, then pulled my own displays back up. I saw our projected course to orbit and, starting from there, started plotting a course to the designated Jump point, just over 100 planetary diameters ahead of Venad in its orbit.
I had finished about the time Do’rex cut thrust. I looked out the canopy again. The curve of Venad lay below us, and I could see the running lights of another ship about 50 or 60 kilometers ahead. A quick check of my console showed that it was the Marek Baleron; a bulk carrier maintaining orbit while waiting for its cargo remoras to return from the surface.
I flicked the course I had set to Do’rex, and he waved a tentacle. “Thank you, Derek… Captain. We should hit maneuver point in about 20 minutes.” He released his safety harness and stood up. “I’m going to get some food. Do you want anything?”
“Just grab me a coffee. I’ll get the Jump calculated, then head back to see how the passengers are doing.”
He clicked in acknowledgment and left the bridge. I bent over my console and started making the computations to take us to Fugitak.
He was gone for somewhat longer than I would have expected, but finally returned. He handed me the coffee bulb, then started strapping himself back into his own seat.
“Those Oligack people are going to be a problem,” he said. “They are already complaining that they did not have time to get unpacked before our lift.”
“Varan will take care of it. And they were late; who cares?”
“Oligack might.”
“Then the next time we hit Imperial space and have Oligack passengers, I’ll worry about it. Until then, they can deal with it.” I flicked my console, sending the Jump data I had come up with to him.
“Here’s the plot,” I said as I unfastened my own restraints, rethinking what I had just said. “I guess I’d better go calm them down.”
He clicked. “Yes. I do not think they were taking me seriously.” He busied himself with his own console as I left the bridge.
I went back to the crew area, only to find it empty. I shrugged and took the ladder up to the passenger lounge.
There I found them. Two men and a woman stood around Varan, who held his hands out in a placating gesture. Dr. Korvusar was sitting on the far side of the lounge, holding a glass of wine and pointedly staring at the outside view displayed on the forward screen. I didn’t see our other passengers.
Saahna was standing beside the iris and looked at me as I climbed up. She tilted her head towards the confrontation but didn’t say anything. I sighed quietly and walked over.
“Hello,” I said, extending my hand. “I’m Derek Kodai, Captain of the Grayswandir. Sorry, I didn’t get to meet you earlier, but you were a bit late coming aboard, and I was busy getting us ready for departure. How is everything going so far?”
The first man turned to me, anger in his face. “Things are not going well… Captain! This man is refusing to allow us access to our personal belongings! We need that access!”
Varan smiled pleasantly, though I could tell from the overly polite expression on his face that he was about to hit his breaking point.
“Was there something you didn’t pack in your cabin luggage?” I asked politely. “We have basic fabrication capability on board and we can…”
He interrupted. “No! No one mentioned that to us!” He looked around, and his companions nodded in agreement. “We packed everything together so that we wouldn’t have to worry about carrying anything around in this heat! And now it is locked in your cargo bay, and this… your Steward here is refusing us access!”
I nodded and put on my best apologetic face. “I’m sorry about that, Mr….”
“It’s Doctor!” he snapped. “Doctor Hamal Bertoan. And this is Doctor Emala Cotran and our assistant, Joh Parah.” He gestured behind him. “Don’t you even know who you have on your ship?”
I smiled politely. “I’m sorry, Doctor Bertoan, but I didn’t have time to meet your party before we had to leave, in order to make our lift window. It’s unfortunate that you were delayed and couldn’t make the scheduled boarding time. That would have given us time to address your needs, but we had to make that slot or be delayed for another day.”
“We didn’t think we needed to get here before departure. Why should we?”
“It would have given us time to get your personal possessions out of the cargo bay?” He started to say something else, but I held up my hand. “Unfortunately, there isn’t anything I can do right now about that.”
“What! Captain, I assure you…”
“I’m sorry, but there is nothing I can do. I have no idea where your cargo is in the bay, but we would probably have to move some cargo around to get to it and allow you to take out what you need. That would change the mass distribution of the ship, and we’ve already plotted our course to the Jump point and our Jump to Fugitak. We can’t make any major changes to our mass distribution until after the Jump takes place. As soon as that happens, I assure you that we will retrieve your personal belongings.”
“Can’t you change that?”
“Of course,” I said, nodding politely. “It will delay our departure for several hours at least, because of the traffic around Venad, but if it is that important…”
“No!” Dr. Cotran stepped forward and held a hand up to Bertoan. “Look, we’ll be OK for a couple of hours.” She turned to look at me. “Let’s not make more delays.”
Bertoan frowned, then looked at Varan. “We can get to our luggage then?”
Varan nodded, glancing at me. “Certainly. I will notify you as soon as the Jump tumble is complete, and then we will go get what you need.”
Bertoan hesitated, then sighed. “Fine, if that is the way it is going to have to be.” He turned to me. “You said you have basic fabrication available?”
“Nothing fancy, but anything you immediately need should be there.”
“Fine!” he said, tight-lipped. “Thank you… Captain.” He and the others retreated towards the far end of the lounge. Not that it was that far away. There isn’t much space on a Free Trader. I looked at Varan and tilted my head toward them. He mouthed a “thank you” and then followed.
I looked around. Saahna smiled at me, nodded, and climbed down. Dr. Korvusar caught my attention and waved her empty wine glass at me. I walked over.
She handed me the glass. “Your wine selection on board is atrocious. May I have another?”
I smiled and nodded. “Of course.” I took the glass and turned to leave when she touched my arm. I turned back. “Yes?”
“They were the last ones to come aboard,” she said in a low voice. “Their cargo would be the easiest to access. And the removal of a few personal possessions wouldn’t change your mass balance as much as our walking around does.”
“Yes, but telling someone ‘you’re acting like an asshole’ isn’t very diplomatic.” I don’t know why I decided to be open to her, but I felt she would understand.
She gave me a slight, conspiratorial smile. “You handled that very well. I knew I was making the right choice.”
“What does that mean?” What was she up to?
“In time, Captain. In time. Now… about my wine?”
I hesitated. I wanted to confront her, but doing so in front of everyone else wouldn’t be the best idea. I nodded, went to the dispenser, checked to see what she had been drinking, and drew another glass. I took it back to her.
“Thank you, Captain.” She took the glass. Anything else she might have been planning to say was interrupted by an announcement over the ship-wide comm.
“All passengers,” came the voice of the Grayswandir‘s computer in its quiet, modulated voice. “We are about to start our transition to our Jump point. Please find a place to make yourself comfortable. We will begin maneuvering shortly. Thank you.”
“Sorry, but I need to get back up to the bridge.”
She nodded. “I understand, Captain.” She turned to look at the exterior view again.
I glanced around and saw that Varan was ushering the other passengers into their cabins. I took the opportunity to head down the ladder to the crew deck.
Saahna was standing there as I came down the ladder. “Thanks for handling that.”
“They were several hours late. It was their fault, but I didn’t want to call them on it directly. We’ll be fine.” I hesitated. “OK, Varan will be up late to get their stuff, but that will be the end of it.”
“I hope so. I can tell by the way they’re behaving that they aren’t experienced Travellers.” She paused. “Do you need to get to the Bridge right away?”
“Not until Jump, Do’rex can handle the orbital transfer better than I. What’s up?”
“I did some research into our Dr. Korvusar.”
“And?”
“Something doesn’t add up. She was active-duty Imperial Navy until recently. Three days ago, actually.”
“That was after she talked to me!”
“Yeah, she retired after you took her passage.”
“So… what happened?”
“Nothing that I could find. She’s been in the Imperial Navy for seven terms. 28 years. She had reached her mandatory retirement age, but she had been asked to stay on. She had agreed to do that, then changed her mind.”
“Also, after she talked to me?”
She nodded.
I frowned again. “Where was she stationed? And what was her position, if you managed to find that?”
She nodded. “She was previously on the Ahrhi’s Needle; that’s a thousand-ton Border Picket operating out of the Old Expanses. A crew of 37. She is—well, was—their Medic for at least the past 8 years. I couldn’t find any posting info before that. She received several commendations as a Combat Medic, but that’s it. Nothing negative that I could see.”
“Good work. Glad you got all that on such short notice.”
“My little drummer boy played a long set. And fell asleep almost immediately after.” She frowned briefly. “I had time for some research.”
“I kinda felt bad about pulling you away from your date.”
She smiled mischievously. “Not jealous, are you?”
“We’re crewmates with benefits; I know where we stand…”
“You met someone too, didn’t you?” She laughed.
“Yeah, I… kinda did.”
“What happened to her?”
“Wanted to continue her tour. She was upset that I didn’t volunteer to fly her and her friends around the sector.”
“You always fall for the ones like that.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“I know you too well. You’ll be looking for a shoulder to cry on in about three or four days.”
“Yeah, probably. I guess we’ll see.”
She turned serious again. “So… what do you think about our Dr. Korvusar?”
“As long as her TAS vouchers are good, I don’t care. I doubt she’s trying to take over the ship or anything like that. At some point, when she needs help for whatever she’s up to, she’ll tell us. Until then…” I shrugged.
“I hope you’re right, Captain. She emphasized that a bit too much. “I’ll see what I can find at our next port.”
“Probably not much; it isn’t that big of a port.”
“Sometimes, those are where you get the best data.” She turned towards the gunnery suite. “I guess I’d better pretend to be doing something. In case one of our new passengers comes down here and wonders why I’m not ready to defend us against those dangerous space pirates.”
“Yeah, I guess I’d better get back up to the bridge myself.”
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Back on the Bridge, I climbed into my seat and strapped in. Do’rex flipped a tentacle at me but didn’t say anything. I ran my diagnostics, found everything to be as expected, and settled back into my seat.
For the next few hours, there wasn’t anything to do. I pulled up a net drama on my console and started watching it, knowing the Grayswandir would let me know when we got close to the Jump point.
I was two and a half episodes in when the alert chimed. I flicked the video away and looked up. Do’rex was already setting up our Tumble, so I started charging the zuchai crystals for Jump.
I looked at the sensors. There was one other ship in the area; a Subsidized Merchant called the Breath of Rigel. As I watched, its hull became crisscrossed with lines of blue light as its lanthanum grid activated. There was a brief flare of light, and then it was gone.
It was our turn.
I hit the switch to dim the internal lights, the universal sign that we were preparing for Jump. I opened internal comms.
“Attention, everyone, prepare for Jump transition.” I clicked off immediately; there wasn’t any need to say more. I watched as green lights flashed on my console, indications from Jami and Varan that the engines and passengers were ready to go. I looked at Do’rex and nodded.
Do’rex nodded in return and tapped his own console.
Jump doesn’t look like much from the inside. I could see the faint glow from the hull grid at the edge of the canopy, but the only real sign was the slow fade-out of the stars and planets, as the standard view of space was slowly replaced by a vaguely shifting pattern of blacks and grays. A pattern that almost, but never quite, formed into a recognizable pattern. I sighed and hit the button to close the shutters over the canopy. Some people never got used to looking at raw Jumpspace. Our internal displays would be showing simulated views based on our estimated position until we returned to normal space.
I unfastened my harness and stood up. Do’rex glanced in my direction as he glanced over his console and shut down the maneuver drive until it would be needed again. I leaned forward and restored the lights.
“Everything looks good, Captain,” he said, not looking up from his work. “We should be at Fugitak in seven days.”
“Good,” I said, sighing. “It’s been a long day. Head on back as soon as you’re done.” He clicked in agreement as I left the Bridge.
The crew lounge was empty. I hesitated, wondering if I should wait to see the others as they came through, then shrugged. I could talk to them tomorrow. If anything went wrong in Jumpspace, we couldn’t do anything about it anyway. I went to my cabin and will be going to sleep as soon as I finish this log. Captain out.