This was all planned, he realized dumbly. Plotted and schemed for, beginning long ago. I have been herded like a beast into a pen.
“Strip the bolides from the Narvo, Pleniary-Superior,” the Preceptor commanded. “Cast them where they will be harmless.”
A moment later, the female voice said: “It is done. There is a giant gas planet not far from the asteroid belt where the bolides were being assembled. They will be consumed there with no danger.”
Oppuk’s eyes moved to the bolide control panel on his own ship, and saw that it was so. The bolide frameworks were nothing more than simple structures embedded in their rocky surface, designed to augment a ship’s magnetic control impulses. The bolides were selected for the purpose in the first place, of course, because of their high ferrous content. With the vastly greater power available to their huge ships, the Harriers had simply stripped control of the bolides from Oppuk’s own flotilla. Much as an adult easily removes something from a crecheling’s hand.
All the more easily, because the technician sitting at the panel had made no attempt whatever to stop them. Indeed, she was sitting back in her chair, her hands resting on her knees.
Oppuk’s fury finally had a target it could strike at. He took a stride toward her, raising his hand for a blow.
“Stop him.” The Preceptor did not raise his voice, but the two words rang with command. “The Bond strips Oppuk krinnu ava Narvo of all oudh. Any who obey him henceforth will be subject to Harrier punishment.”
That was, for all practical purposes, synonymous with being put down. Harrier discipline was more stringent than any kochan’s, even Narvo or Dano.
Still, Oppuk managed to strike the tech a first blow. The female’s head was jarred by the impact, but she did not flinch otherwise. Indeed, the look in her eyes was simply one of contempt.
A moment later, Oppuk was brought down; overwhelmed, despite his massive build, by every Jao in the control room.
* * *
The Bond Preceptor watched carefully, noting the excessive force with which Oppuk’s former subordinates were subduing him. It was closer to a beating than a simple restraint. Great and long-suppressed hatred was welling up here, obviously.
When it was over, he turned away from the holo tank and looked at Kaul krinnu ava Dano, whose fraghta Jutre was standing next to him in the Harrier ship’s control center. The Commandant had come immediately to meet the Bond fleet as soon as it emerged from the framepoint, badly stressing his ship’s engines. In a frantic hurry, obviously, to put as much distance as possible between Dano and Narvo.
“As I told you,” Kaul growled. “A maddened lurret. He is unsane.”
The Preceptor was not impressed, though he let none of his contempt for the Dano show in his posture. Kaul had obviously known as much, and for a long time—yet had chosen to remain neutral; even, until very recently, supporting the Narvo. More concerned, as always, with the petty interests of his kochan than the needs of the war against Ekhat.
The Preceptor had been Dano himself, once. He had left his kochan, more than anything, because in the end he could no longer tolerate stupidity and shortsightedness.
Thankfully, having established his neutrality and not-so-innocence, Kaul and his fraghta left the control center. The Preceptor turned back to the holo tank and reset the controls, bringing up an image of the planet they were nearing.
His Pleniary-Superior came to stand beside him. “It seems a beautiful world, at least from this distance,” she commented. “I can see no signs of the environmental degradation the Narvo reports tell of constantly.”
The last sentence has been spoken in a neutral tone of voice, as befitted one who had risen so high in the Bond’s ranks. But the Preceptor knew her quite well, and did not mistake the sarcasm.
“Be careful, Tura,” he said softly. “The great danger which faces us now—the second greatest, I should say—is that we too will allow long-festering anger and resentment at Narvo arrogance to erupt out of control. Narvo must be humbled, yes—at long last—but not humiliated. The courage and strength and determination of that kochan has, many times, been the shelter of the Jao—and many other intelligent species. It will be again, if we do not crush its spirit.”