Instead, it was a tight little vessel without a right angle anywhere, and, though it had no wasted space, was much larger inside than he had visualized. That was due mostly to the difference in human and Jao proportions. With those shoulders and massive bones, they simply required more room to move around. So, what was probably Spartan for Jao spelled a certain measure of comfort for his kind.
Only two seats were evident when they first boarded and he had a momentary flash of riding all the way to this momentous parley seated on the floor, legs crossed like a kindergartner. Others proved available to be folded out from the bulkheads, however, and soon they were all seated and harnessed in.
Aille would be their pilot, a fact Kralik found interesting. Most human officers would have preferred someone else to pilot so they could concentrate on tactical matters. Aille, however, went through his prelift-off check as though he had done this all his life.
Caitlin took the seat next to Kralik and sat with her eyes closed. Dark smudges underlay them like bruises. “He was so upset,” she murmured.
He leaned closer. “Your father?”
“No.” She sighed. “Dr. Kinsey. I didn’t dare call my father before we left. He would have just made it harder.”
“The Subcommandant isn’t afraid.”
“No, but I’m not sure Jao experience fear in the same way we do.”
She opened her eyes and he found himself caught up in their blue-gray depths. She had gold striations in the irises. He’d never looked close enough to notice before.
From deep underneath their feet, a whine began and built rapidly into a thrumming roar. The ship lifted without preamble, as different from the lumbering suborbital shuttle as a racehorse was from a steer.
* * *
Aille concentrated on piloting and left his service to fend for themselves. From time to time he was vaguely aware of conversations in English, movement around the cabin, the preparation of food. He had eaten just yesterday, so did not partake. Fortunately, whoever had stocked the ship had seen to the needs of the Terrans aboard, else they would have been forced to subsist upon provender more appropriate to Jao. He had observed at the Governor’s reception that most humans did not care for traditional Jao delicacies.
He could feel the cabin humming with their suppressed nerves. Even the Stockwell female, injured as she was, got up and moved about, seeking to burn off unused energy. He glanced over at them, but made no comment until finally Yaut suggested the humans view some of the ship’s files on the Ekhat.
“Aren’t they restricted?” Kralik asked, settling on the arm of a seat.
Yaut blinked. “Why would they be restricted?”
After that, the three humans crowded around the screen Yaut pulled down and peppered Caitlin Stockwell with questions and demands for translation. She bent her dark-gold head over the information and refined her answers until they were satisfied, or as nearly as they could be, considering this was the Ekhat they were studying.
Finally, Tully came and stood beside Aille’s command chair. “I do not understand.”
“Which aspect?” Aille’s fingers flew over the controls, dampening, adjusting.
“Their actions do not make sense.”
“Not to a human,” Aille said.
“Do they make sense to you?”
“No. Though there are entire kochanata devoted to the study and interpretation of Ekhat research and lore. I was not assigned to any of them as flow indicated Ekhat were not expected in this location for quite some time to come.”
“How much longer is it going to take to get there?” Tully asked.
“You mean in terms of Terran units, do you not?” Aille turned back to the control board.
“Yes.”
“Jao do not chop time up into small divisions and then count them,” Aille said. The readouts were soothing, red and amber and black, weaving back and forth, telling him where he was and how far yet he had to go. His eyes followed the lines almost without effort. “There is a flow to travel, just as there is to construction and study and interaction and every other activity in life. We will be there when our journey is complete, when flow has taken us to where and when we need to go.”