Company Wars 01 – Downbelow Station

Refusal was on his lips. He considered it, as he was in the habit of considering

what slipped from him. “Subject to ratification by my government. The absence of

those words would cause distress.”

“I hope that you will urge them to acceptance, sir, after reflection.” Azov laid

the folder on the table and slid it toward him. “Examine it at your leisure.

From our side, it is firm. All the provisions you desired, all the provisions,

to put it frankly, that you can possibly ask, since your territories do not

exist.”

“I frankly doubt that”

“Ah. That is your privilege. But doubt doesn’t alter fact, sir. I suggest that

you content yourself with what you have won… trade agreements which will profit

us all, and heal a long breach. Mr. Ayres, what more in reason do you think you

can ask? That we cede what the citizens of Pell are willing to give us?”

“Misrepresentation.”

“Yet you lack any means to investigate, thus confessing your own limitations of

control and possession. You say the government which sent you from Earth has

undergone profound changes, and that we must deal with you as a new entity,

forgetting all past grievances as irrelevant. Does this new entity… propose to

meet our signing of their document with further demands? I would suggest, sir,

that your military strength is at a low ebb… that you have no means to verify

anything, that you were obliged to come here in a series of freighters at the

whim of merchanters. That a hostile posture is not to the good of your

government”

“You are making threats?”

“Stating realities. A government without ships, without control of its own

military and without resources… is not in a position to insist that its document

be signed without changes. We have abstracted meaningless clauses and three

words, leaving the government of Pell essentially in the hands of whatever

government the citizens of Pell choose to establish; and is this a fit matter

for objection on the part of the interest you represent?”

Ayres sat still a moment. “I have to consult with others of my delegation. I

don’t choose to do so with monitoring in progress.”

“There is no monitoring.”

“We believe to the contrary.”

“Again you are without means to verify this one way or the other. You must

proceed as best you can.”

Ayres took the folder. “Don’t expect me or my staff at any meetings today. We’ll

be in conference.”

“As you will.” Azov rose, extended his hand. Jacoby remained seated and offered

no courtesy.

“I don’t promise signature.”

“A conference. I quite understand, sir. Pursue your own course; but I should

suggest that you seriously consider the effects of refusing this agreement.

Presently we consider our border to be Pell. We’re leaving you the Hinder Stars,

which you may, if you wish, develop to your profit. In case of failure of this

agreement, we shall set our own boundaries, and we will be direct neighbors.”

His heart was beating very hard. This was nearing ground he did not want to

discuss at all.

“Further,” said Azov, “should you wish to save the lives of your Fleet and

recover those ships, we’ve added to that folder a document of our own.

Contingent on your agreement to attempt recall of the Fleet, and your order to

them to withdraw to the territories you have taken for your boundary by the

signature of this treaty, we will drop all charges against them and against

other enemies of the state which you may name. We’ll permit them to withdraw

under our escort and to accompany you home, although we understand that this is

at considerable hazard to our side.”

“We are not aggressive.”

“We could better believe that did you not refuse to call off your ships, which

are presently attacking our citizens.”

“I’ve told you flatly that I have no command over the Fleet and no power to

recall it”

“We believe that you might use considerable influence. We will make facilities

available to you for the transmission of a message… the cessation of hostilities

will follow the Fleet ceasefire.”

“We’ll consider the matter.”

“Sir.”

Ayres bowed, turned, walked out, met by the ever-present young guards, who began

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