“What could?” Pevenski’s tone was that of a woman who was reining in her own frustration to be polite… and wanted the Citizen Rear Admiral to know it. Kellet’s mouth quirked wryly at the thought, and she looked up at the people’s commissioner.

“Their current course and acceleration will intercept our projected vector well before the point at which we’d make turnover for a zero-speed intercept of their base,” she said. “They probably figure we have to maintain our profile that far whatever we intend to do—and they’re right,” she admitted. “I suppose what they could be hoping to do is to blow past us with the maximum velocity differential they can generate and rake hell out of us in a passing engagement, but I wouldn’t have thought they’d try something like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because it buys them the worst of all worlds, Ma’am. Their current acceleration indicates that they’re light on pods, so they’ve sacrificed a lot of firepower to achieve it. At the same time, our accel curve almost has to have told them we’re coming in heavy with pods—on the battleships, at least; they probably figure the heavy cruisers are light, since they can’t know how much reserve impeller strength the Mars-class has. Our closing speeds won’t really matter very much to the kind of missile exchange they’re inviting, and we’ll hurt them badly at the very least. And after we do, they’ll be behind us, headed out-system and unable to kill enough velocity to stay with us while we go sailing merrily inward and blow their fleet base to dust.”

“Could they be intending to reverse acceleration before we actually intercept them?” Penevski asked.

“Certainly they could, and it’s what I would have expected them to do, assuming they intended to fight us at all,” Kellet agreed. “But in their place, I’d want to do that at some point after we’ve made turnover… especially since that would’ve let them pull a lower acceleration. Which, in turn, would have meant they could have brought along a maximum pod load—and used their EW to hide their signatures longer to keep us guessing—instead of stripping down and coming in wide open this way.”

“Could it be that they just want to engage as far from their base as possible?” Penevski wondered.

“It could,” Kellet conceded, “but, again, I can’t see a reason they should. Their accel will let them come further out to meet us and match vectors sooner—and further from their base—than they could have otherwise if that’s what they want to do, Ma’am. What it won’t do, however, is give them any particular advantage. Even with maximum pod loads, they’d have been able to match vectors far beyond our missile range of the base. Meeting us further out of range of it doesn’t offer any advantage commensurate with the sacrifice in firepower they’ve accepted.”

“Maybe surprise just panicked them into making a mistake, then,” Penevski suggested.

“I suppose it’s possible…”

“What do you make of it, Ira?” Citizen Captain Hall asked calmly.