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FUGUE ˆˆˆˆˆ<br />
JANE BARON<br />
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“Zen,” he said. “Estimate time to Instareth<br />
at standard by nine.”<br />
+Twelve point three hours.”+<br />
“That’s too long.” Blake chewed his lip.<br />
“Calculate a course for maximum efficiency,<br />
diverting all power to the main drive if you have<br />
to.”<br />
+Confirmed. New estimate nine point<br />
two hours—+<br />
“Wait a minute, Zen.” The two voices<br />
sounded together. Avon left Gan’s station and<br />
advanced down the stairs on Blake. “You heard<br />
that report. It specifically warned us to stay<br />
away.”<br />
“And in their place I probably would<br />
have done the same. But they could use our<br />
help.”<br />
“At what? Counting bodies? Blake,<br />
those generators were ancient, scarcely<br />
shielded, and powered by fission, not fusion.<br />
You know what that means.”<br />
“Well, I don’t,” said Jenna, when it<br />
became clear that Blake wasn’t going to answer.<br />
Avon barely spared her a glance as he<br />
said, “The fission process is notoriously unstable.<br />
When one section blows there’s no way<br />
to contain the reaction. That entire base is nothing<br />
but a blackened crater by now, a crater<br />
crawling with lethal radioactivity.”<br />
“The generators were far below the surface,”<br />
Blake reminded him. “There might be<br />
survivors above.”<br />
“Survivors at ground zero?”<br />
“The scoutship said they were going<br />
down to search.”<br />
“Then the more fool them!” said Avon<br />
savagely. “Once they step out of their ship,<br />
they’re dead, too.”<br />
“Which is why we have to help. Jenna,<br />
get a message to the Cantor, tell them to wait for<br />
us before proceeding down.” He turned back and<br />
looked at Avon intently willing him to understand.<br />
“We have the protective gear, the medical<br />
equipment—”<br />
“—and the requisite stupidity.” Avon<br />
paid no heed to Cally and Vila as they entered the<br />
ˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆ PÆAN TO PRIAPUS<br />
flight deck; his attention was fixed on Blake.<br />
“Not even the tissue regenerator can heal chromosomal<br />
damage. Everyone at that base is a<br />
corpse. Some of them may yet be walking, but<br />
they’re corpses all the same.”<br />
This was probably true, but Blake could<br />
not leave it at that. As long as there was any<br />
chance, any hope, he could not let it go. So he<br />
ignored Vila’s plaintive, “I’d always hoped to<br />
save being a corpse until after I was dead,” and<br />
Avon’s direction to Orac to calculate the odds of<br />
any life-forms remaining visible after nine<br />
hours, and looked at the computer fascia.<br />
“Zen, put us on course to Instareth,<br />
maximum speed,” he said.<br />
Jenna looked up, frowning, from her<br />
transmission. “Blake—you do realize that an<br />
explosion of that kind will alert the Federation to<br />
the rebel presence there.”<br />
“Alert them?” Avon turned from Orac,<br />
sharply. “It’s an advertisement any pursuit ship<br />
in the eighth sector can read. And that message<br />
Jenna’s sending is an engraved invitation to<br />
every squadron in the vicinity. Why don’t you<br />
just sign your name to it, Blake, and make it<br />
complete?”<br />
Blake glared, trying to rein his anger,<br />
and addressed Jenna. “We have a better chance<br />
against pursuit ships than the Cantor does. If<br />
nothing else, we can cover them, and if we have<br />
to run, we run. But at least we’ll have tried.”<br />
She hesitated, then nodded briefly and<br />
bent her head to the transmission again. He knew<br />
she’d stifle any further doubts she felt in the<br />
name of unity.<br />
He added to Avon, speaking each word<br />
distinctly, “Trying—in and of itself—is important.”<br />
“Why? Why put ourselves in danger,<br />
perhaps run into a Federation trap, for heroics<br />
that are utterly pointless? Why bother?” He<br />
seemed genuinely bewildered as he demanded<br />
an answer. “To assuage your guilt?” Blake<br />
started to make a dismissive gesture at him, then<br />
stopped and looked, looked hard into the chestnut<br />
eyes.<br />
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