Then they turned and walked down to the ship together, Tully and Aguilera automatically taking the lead as though they had been born to serve in this capacity.
* * *
Oppuk watched the Subcommandant for signs of weakness, after he arrived at the docks. But the young Pluthrak merely observed the situation with an infuriating air of calm-interest, neither taking the offensive, nor trying to hinder the guards’ response.
The Stockwell scion had fled below deck. He leaned on the metal rail, as the trawler cast off, savoring the cool spray on his whiskers. He considered having her summoned, but let the matter go for the moment. Flow was not urgent here. Nothing was going to complete itself for a while. She was no doubt afraid to face him after the way her species had behaved back there on the docks. Foolish, but there it was. As though he would discipline such a valuable hostage for that bit of unproductive nonsense. As long as she was in hand, her father would remain amenable.
Too bad the Stockwells had never replaced the son he’d killed. For such a fecund species, the natives were surprisingly sentimental about their progeny, and he had found children made effective hostages. When he did eventually allow himself the pleasure of killing Caitlin Stockwell, it would be a long time from now, when he had made much use of her, and for a far greater return than disciplining a few unruly savages.
Still, the outright disrespect rankled. He would have to do something about the locals’ brazenness. It had been quite a while since he’d carried out a salutary object lesson. With this species, Mount Everests were required, every few orbital cycles.
He savored the memory of Everest, for a moment. The issue itself had been trivial, and his fraghta had urged him to simply ignore the expedition. In truth, Oppuk had followed her advice, in the time which came after, quietly allowing the ban on mountain climbing to be rescinded, along with most of the other bans on frivolous human behavior. But he’d been unwilling to ignore the defiance and had taken great satisfaction in Everest’s destruction. By then, the humans had already driven Oppuk into a rage by their obstinate behavior.
His fraghta had left his service, thereafter, pleading age as the reason for her return to Pratus, even though both of them knew the real cause was her frustration at his unwillingness to listen to her. He’d known, even at the time, that her quiet disapproval would harm his reputation in the kochan. But he’d been beyond caring, by then, sure—as he still was—that his forthright methods were the only ones that would ever prevail over humans. And, truth be told, he was relieved to be rid of the jabbering old wretch.
In retrospect, in a coldly rational sense, it had been a mistake. For a fraghta to become so estranged from her charge to abandon his service reflected much less on her than it did on him. The kochan elders would have taken note, and gauged him accordingly. But he’d do it all over again. By the end, he had detested the creature. She had plagued him incessantly, becoming increasingly more critical of his decisions until he could bear it no more.
On the forward deck, Aille krinnu ava Pluthrak was watching a pair of human techs mount the Jao laser cannon on the bow of the trawler. He turned as Oppuk approached. “You expect trouble, Governor?”
“Not expect,” Oppuk said. “Anticipate. I hope to rattle their teeth a bit. I am weary of the unreasonable creatures.”
A trio of white avians swooped low over the boat, uttering shrill cries. Oppuk drew his side arm and fired at several. It never did to allow one’s skills to deteriorate. One smoking body fluttered to the deck, while the others veered off, squawking in protest at their close brush with death.
Actually, the one he’d hit was not quite dead, but lay jerking and issuing weak peeps. Oppuk nudged it with his foot. “This world is fecund, literally teeming. The variety of species is astonishing.”
Aille picked the avian up, examined its anatomy, then wrung its neck, so that its thrashings were stilled. He studied it calmly, his stance so neutral, Oppuk could glean nothing of his thoughts. “I look forward to being further educated,” he said finally, offering the feathered carcass to Oppuk.