“He made that plain, Thek or not.” Kai’s tone held grudging respect.
“And the Thek will permit a limited support group for us and however many of Aygar’s Iretans plan to remain.”
“I wonder if some of them might consider enlisting in the Fleet,” Sassinak mused. “Wefts are excellent guards but Ireta produced some superb physical types. Ford, do see if we can recruit a few.”
“Tanegli?” Lunzie asked.
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“Mutiny cannot be excused, nor the mutineer exonerated,” Sassinak answered, her expression stern. “He is to be taken back to Sector Headquarters to stand trial. The Thek were as adamant on that score as I am.”
“And Cruss is being sent back?” asked Ford.
Sassinak steepled her fingers, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Not only sent back but earthed for good. Neither he, his crew, nor even any of the cryo passengers will ever leave their planet. Nor will their transport lift again.”
“The Thek do nothing by halves, do they?”
“They have been exercised—if you can imagine a Thek agitated,” Sassinak went on, “about the planetary piracies and patiently waiting for us to do something constructive about the problem. The intended rape of Ireta has forced them, with deep regret, to interfere.” A polite rap on the door interrupted her. At her response, Dupaynil opened the door, surveying the group quickly. “On cue, for I have good news for you, Commander. Names, only one of which was familiar to me.” She beckoned the Intelligence officer to take a seat as she leaned forward to type information on the terminal. “Parchandri is so conveniently placed for this sort of operation …”
“Inspector General Parchandri?” Fordeliton exclaimed, his expression shocked.
“The same.”
Lunzie chuckled cynically. “It makes sense to have a conspirator placed high in Exploratory, Evaluation, and Colonization. He’d know exactly which planetary plums were ready to be plucked.”
Kai and Varian regarded her with stunned expressions.
“Who else, Sassinak?” Lunzie asked.
The commander looked up from the visual display with a smug smile.
“The Sek of Formalhaut is a Federation Councilor of Internal Affairs. One now understands just how his private fortune was accrued. Lutpostig appears to be the Governor of Diplo, a heavyworlder planet. How convenient! Paraden, it will not surprise you to discover, owns that company which supplied the grounded transport ship.”
“Doubtless others in his fleet will meet the same fate,” Lunzie said.
“We could never have counted on uncovering duplicity at that level, Commander,” was Dupaynil’s quiet assessment. He frowned slightly. “It strikes me as highly unusual for a man at Cruss’s level to know such names.”
“He didn’t,” Sassinak replied equably. “He was only vaguely aware that Commissioner Paraden was involved. The Thek extrapolated from what he could tell them of recruitment procedures, suppliers, and what they evidently extracted from the transport’s data banks.”
“And how can we use the information they obtained?”
“With great caution, equal duplicity and superior cunning, Dupaynil, and undoubtedly some long and ardent discussions with the Sector Intelligence Bureau. Fortunately, for my hyper suspicious nature, I’ve known Admiral Coromell for years and trust him implicitly. However, knowing where to look for one’s culprits is more than half the battle, even those so highly placed.”
“You will keep us informed of your progress, won’t you?” Lunzie asked wistfully.
“By reliable homing capsule,” Sassinak replied, but her grin quickly faded into regret. “I have been given sailing orders, too. So, Fordeliton, brush up on your eloquence and see whom you can recruit from among the Iretans. Kai, Varian, Lunzie, if you need any more supplies to tide you over until the ARCT-10 arrives, it will be my pleasure to oblige. Just have them loaded into the pinnace.
I’ll have Borander deliver you back to your camp. Just one more thing—” Sassinak swiveled her chair about, fingering the digital lock on a cabinet behind her. She extracted first one, then with a 150
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Glasses were found, generously filled with brandy. Sassinak rose to her feet, the others followed suit.