She closed her eyes for a moment while her thoughts raced. Were those ships SS, PN, or a combination of the two? She would prefer for them all to be SS, given the difference in training standards and general capability, but it might be even better if they were a scratch force from both services that hadn’t had time to shake down into an efficient fighting machine. Sort of like us, in that respect, a corner of her brain thought wryly.

Yet there was no way she could divine the origin of the task group’s units, and she put the thought aside as one worth keeping in mind but not one she could afford to waste time upon. Instead, she felt her brain turning into another channel, following smoothly down the logic tree she’d put together last week. She hadn’t really expected to need it this soon, and she wasn’t at all sure her crews were sufficiently trained to pull it off even if everything went perfectly. Even so, she blessed the circumstances which had put her in position to at least try it. And if they could make it work…

Honor had run endless computer analyses of every tracking report in Charon Control’s main data base, examining the record of every single arrival in the history of the Cerberus System. She hadn’t known exactly what she was looking for—only that no information was ever completely useless and that she needed any data she could possibly get if she was to evolve a tactical approach that might have a chance of dealing with a heavy enemy force. And so she’d set the computers to work, churning their way through the raw reports, and last week, those computers had reported an interesting fact.

Every InSec and SS ship ever to visit Cerberus had translated into n-space at loci and on headings very close to least-time courses to Hell, allowing for h-space astrogation discrepancies… and so had the only two regular Navy units—Count Tilly and Heathrow’s courier boat—ever to visit Cerberus. But they’d all done so from above the plane of the ecliptic. That was unusual. Most skippers tried to make transit in or very close to the system ecliptic because the hyper limit tended to be a little “softer” in that plane. It made for a slightly gentler transit, reduced wear on a ship’s alpha nodes by a small but measurable degree, and allowed a little more margin for error in the transiting ship’s hyper log position. So if every skipper made a high transit approaching Cerberus-B, she’d realized, there must be a specific reason for it.

It had taken Commander Phillips another full day of digging to confirm Honor’s suspicion, and the explanation had vastly amused her, for there was no reason… except for the fact that Peep bureaucratic inertia seemed to be even greater than the RMN’s. Honor had always assumed that the Manticoran Navy held the galactic record for the sheer mass of its paperwork, but she’d been wrong, for the Peep arrival patterns went back to a bureaucratic decree that was over seventy T-years old, and as foolish today as it had been when it was originally promulgated.