He tried to stand, then someone grasped his face. “Governor!”
He flailed at the hand, trying to free himself, but his eyes wouldn’t focus and his throat seemed frozen.
“Governor, you must keep your head down,” a voice said in heavily accented Jao. “The attackers have boarded.”
Attackers? With a shudder, it came back to him, the small boats, the low tech weapons, the explosion that had collapsed a portion of the deck, killing Drinn and—how many more?
His mouth tasted of blood. “Who—?”
“Rafe Aguilera,” the voice said. “I serve the Subcommandant.”
One of Pluthrak’s nasty little humans, then. His hand itched to reach out and throttle this creature in retribution for the attack. “Get away from me!” He lashed out weakly, but failed to find a target.
“As you wish, Governor,” Aguilera said. “Since you do not require my help, I will rejoin the Subcommandant and see what I can do there.”
Footsteps receded across the metal deck, and then he was alone with his anger and the pain in his arm and ear. More shots were fired, ones with the especially loud reports that indicated projectiles. Rebels often used such archaic guns, which were crude but surprisingly effective.
His sight was beginning to clear now. Oppuk pulled himself up with his uninjured arm on the metal door frame, willing his shaky legs to hold him.
“Are you all right?” a soft voice asked in Jao from behind.
He whirled around to find Caitlin Stockwell gazing up at him from several steps down. “We are being attacked by humans!” he said angrily.
She bent her head in a graceful rendition of abject-misery. “Yes,” she said. “I am sorry.”
“Sorry?” Oppuk glared down at her. “I will make you ‘sorry.’ Indeed, I will make your entire species ‘sorry’ for this!”
She climbed the last few steps and eased past him to gaze out on the tilted deck. “Governor, these few rebels do not speak for my people.”
“Do they not?” He seized her ridiculously slender wrist. The bones gave as he tightened his grip and he had to snort. No Jao female would ever be invited into a marriage-group to pass on such a woefully lacking genotype. He knew humans came in sturdier variations because he employed a number of them at the palace. This one was obviously inferior. Stockwell should have discarded her early on.
“Your people are inherently treacherous!” He shook her. “Did your father plan this?”
She fought to free herself. “No, of course not!”
“I do not believe you!” He grasped her throat with his other hand. The ache in his head resurged, bringing a momentary fuzzing of his vision. She twisted in his grip, then something hard and cold struck him on the side of the head. Then again, and again, and again. He staggered back, gasping at the pain.
When he could see again, he was alone.
* * *
After Kralik located the lifeboats hanging just below the bridge, he worked his way back around the increasingly sloped deck looking for Aille and the rest, while dodging stray shots from the other side. From the list, the Samsumaru was definitely foundering, as the Subcommandant had predicted. It would go down—and sooner, probably, rather than later. At this point, no one could use the lifeboats because, even if they got them into the water, the attackers would just pick their occupants off. The boarders had to be eliminated first.
Cold and wet, he climbed the steps to the small bridge to get a vantage point, then crept along the rail. Where was the Subcommandant?
“Ed!” Caitlin Stockwell waved up at him from where she crouched behind a winch housing. “Governor Oppuk has gone crazy!” Her face was bruised and her rain jacket torn. Even though she had a good-sized wrench in one hand, she still looked like a drowned puppy.
Several bullets whined overhead and the air reeked of burned powder. Thunder cracked and lightning illuminated the underside of the clouds. He swore under his breath, then lay on his stomach and scooted forward to reach down under the rail for her. Another shot ricocheted off the bridge. “Goddammit, Caitlin, why didn’t you stay below?”