There was a chance, Calazar admitted to himself. He didn’t know what the plan’s odds of success were, but it was a chance; and Garuth’s idea was more than anybody else had been able to come up with. But the vision in his mind’s eye of the Shapieron venturing alone into a hostile region of space, unarmed and defenseless, and the tiny zon.~&c pitting itself against the might of JEVEX, was chilling. He walked slowly back to the center of the room while the other three Ganymeans watched him intently. It was clear from their expressions what they wanted him to say. “You realize, of course, that this could mean subjecting your ship to what could be a considerable risk,” he said gravely, looking at Garuth. “We have no idea what the Jevienese have waiting there. Once you are in, there will be no way for us to get to you if you encounter difficulties. You would not even be able to contact us without revealing your presence, and even then the channel would immediately be jammed. You would be entirely on your own.”
“I know that,” Garuth answered. His expression had hardened, and his voice was uncharacteristically tense. “1 would go. I would not ask any of my people to follow. It would be for them to decide individually.”
“I have already decided,” Shilohin said. “A full crew would not be necessary. More would come forward than would be needed.”
Inside, Calazar was beginning to yield to the irrefutable logic of their argument. Time was precious, and the effectiveness of any-
thing that could be done to thwart the Jevlenese ambitions would be amplified by an enormous factor with every day saved. But Calazar knew, too, that Garuth’s scientists and ZORAC would not possess the knowledge of Thurien computing techniques viably to wage a war of wits with JEVEX; the expedition would have to indude some expertise from Thurien as well.
Eesyan seemed to read his mind. “I will go too,” he said quietly. “And there will also be more volunteers among my experts than we will require. You can count on it.”
After a long, heavy silence, Shilohin said, “Gregg CaIdwell has a method that he uses sometimes when he has to make a difficult decision quickly: forget the issue itself and consider the alternatives; if none of them is acceptable, the decision is made. It fits this situation well.”
Calazar drew a long breath. She was right. There were risks, but doing nothing and having to face at some later date what the Jevlenese had been preparing anyway, with their plans correspondingly more advanced, might be taking a greater risk in the long run. “Your opinion, VISAR?” he said.
“Agreed on all points, especially the last,” VISAR replied simply.
“You’re confident about taking on JEVEX?”
“Just let me at it.”
“You could operate effectively with access only through ZoRAc? You could neutralize JEVEX on that basis?”
“Neutralize it? I’ll tear it apart!”
Calazar’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. It sounded as if VISAR had been talking with Terrans too much. His expression grew serious again as he thought for a few seconds longer, then nodded once. The decision was made. At once his manner became more businesslike. “The most important thing now is time,” he told them. “How much thought have you given to that? Do you have a schedule worked out yet?”
“A day to select and brief ten of my scientists, five days to equip the Shapieron with entry compensators for it to clear Gistar in minimum time, and five days to fit the ship and probes with h-link and screening hardware,” Eesyan replied at once. “But we can stage those jobs in parallel and conduct testing during the voyage. We’ll need a day to clear Gistar and another to make Jevlen from the exit port, plus an extra day to allow for Vic Hunt’s
Murphy Factor. That means we could be leaving Thurien in six days.”
“Very well,” Calazar said, nodding. “If we are agreed that time is vital, we must not waste any. Let us begin immediately.”
“There is one more thing,” Garuth said, then hesitated.
Calazar waited for a few seconds. “Yes, Commander?”
Garuth spread his hands, then dropped them to his sides again. “The Terrans. They will want to come too. I know them. They will want to use the perceptron to come physically to Thurien to join us.” He looked appealingly at Shilohin and Eesyan as if for support. “But this. . . war will be fought purely with advanced Ganymean technologies and techniques. The Terrans would be able to contribute nothing. There is no reason why they should be allowed to place themselves at risk. On top of that, we have been helped enormously so far by information from Earth, and we might well be again. In other words we cannot afford to be without the communications channel to McClusky at a time like this. They have a more valuable function to perform there. Therefore I would rather we deny any such request. . . for their own good as much as anything else.”