“Have they attacked?” he said, his body at ready-willingness.
“No.” The Dano Commandant looked ill, his angles confused, his nap patchy and ill-favored. “The signs indicate only one ship approaching the framepoint. The signal being broadcast in advance of its arrival is of the Interdict faction. It seems they wish to parley.”
“That is—unexpected,” Aille said, his mind whirling with possibilities.
Yaut stepped forward. “There is precedent, and when parley is requested, Interdict always follows through. There has never been deception on this account.”
“You will go, and represent us at the parley,” Kaul said. “The Governor has expressly commanded. You yourself, young Pluthrak.”
Dano looked aside. His whiskers sagged against his muzzle as though they had died. “Take whatever ship you deem appropriate. I have several available in orbit. Find out what they want and then report back.”
Another maneuver by the Narvo, Aille realized. Negotiation with the Interdict was always a chancy business. No doubt Oppuk hoped that Aille would perish in the attempt.
So be it. Where there was peril, there was also opportunity. The Narvo continued to blunder, responding to Pluthrak’s widening advance-by-oscillation by taking petty countermeasures. He glanced at Yaut and saw that his fraghta obviously shared Aille’s own attitude.
“I have already put the shipyards on full alert and notified all bases on the other continents,” Aille said, throwing his halfcape back. Eagerness to prove himself prickled through his veins and it was difficult to maintain a neutral wishing-to-be-of-service stance. “Refitting has been suspended and all available weapons and vessels, converted or not, will be deployed. If we have to fight, we will use whatever is at hand.”
“Terran tech will be useless!” Kaul punched a button on the console, then gazed bleakly at a simulation based on the predicted emergence point. A tiny point of orange light blossomed near the sun and grew. “These are not crechelings to be impressed with the rattling of spears! These are the Ekhat, who made us as casually as a child makes a figure out of mud and who dispose of entire star systems as we dispose of worn-out harness. They will do as they wish.”
“Unless we stop them,” Aille said. “It has been done.”
“With Jao ships and Jao armaments, not half-witted primitives wielding sticks and stones!” The Commandant’s form slouched into bitter-acceptance. “You are young and but newly arrived. Do not fool yourself that, because you took a few humans into your service, you now know the full measure of these creatures. If you had been here longer, you would understand that they cannot agree upon anything, even to save themselves. They would rather see their world perish than seek strength through association with the Jao.”
The humans in the room stiffened a bit. Aille realized Kaul was unaware that they understood enough Jao to follow the conversation.
“I realize I have been here only a short time,” he said carefully, “but I have found humans to be inventive, as well as clever and determined. They are not Jao, and do not reason as Jao, but if we can persuade them now to turn their strength outward against our mutual enemies, rather than inward against competing factions and ourselves, we may yet prevail.”
“Pah!” Kaul turned his back. “Tell it to the Ekhat. They are insane enough they might even believe you. I weary of prattle.”
Aille motioned to his service and they led him out through the Commandant’s command center. Yaut took the lead, letting Wrot and Tamt share the honor of second. “We will take my courier ship,” Aille said as they walked, his mind racing ahead with plans.
“Then there will not be room for all of us,” Yaut pointed out. They had reached the entryway, and the fraghta passed through. “Still, I agree, it is the best ship for the purpose. Whom do you wish to take?”
“You, of course.” Aille stepped out into the glaring yellow sunlight streaming out of the west. “And General Kralik, Tully, and Caitlin Stockwell.”
Aguilera stiffened and his face reddened. “Why not me, Subcommandant?”
“You are injured,” Aille said, “and your specialty is the refit of ground assault vehicles. I want you to stay here in the refit facility and make sure preparation and deployment are proceeding as ordered. You have my authority to make whatever changes are needed. Speak to Nath. She will provide you with the necessary assistance.”