Chapters (108)
- About the Author
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- 1 - Outside Context Problem
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- 2 - Not Invented Here
- I
- II
- III
- 3 - Uninvited Guests
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- 4 - Dependency Principle
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- 5 - Kiss The Blade
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- 6 - Pittance
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- 7 - Tier
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- 8 - Killing Time
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- VIII
- 9 - Unacceptable Behaviour
- I
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- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- VIII
- IX
- X
- XI
- XII
- XIII
- XIV
- 10 - Heavy Messing
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- VIII
- IX
- X
- XI
- XII
- XIII
- XIV
- XV
- 11 - Regarding Gravious
- I
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- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- VIII
- IX
- X
- XI
- XII
- XIII
- XIV
- 12 - Faring Well
- I
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- IV
- V
- VI
- Epilogue
The Fate was starting to wonder what the point was of sticking around here. The big guns would start arriving in a day or two; it looked like it was going to be in some sort of ludicrous continual chase with the two Elencher ships until then, which would be tiresome (with the possibility that the other three, war-ready Elencher ships might join in, which would be downright dangerous) and, after all, there was that war fleet on its way. What more was it usefully going to be able to do here? Certainly, it could keep a watch on the Excession, see if it did anything else interesting, but was that worth the risk of being overwhelmed by the Elench? Or even by the Excession itself, if it was as invasive as it now appeared to be? Enough of its drones, platforms and sensor platforms might be able to evade the Elenchers for the time it took until the other craft got here; they could keep watch on the situation, couldn’t they?
Ah, to hell with this, it thought to itself. It dodged unexpectedly along the surface of the closest-approach limit, producing corresponding alterations in the headings of the two Elencher ships. It speeded up for a while, then slowed until it was stopped relative to the Excession.
The position it held now was such that if you drew a line between the Excession and the direction it was expecting the MSV Not Invented Here to arrive from, it would be on that line too.
The Fate signalled the two Elencher ships once more, trying to get sense from the Appeal To Reason and any reply at all from the Sober Counsel. It was careful to target the last known positions of the Break Even and its two militarily configured sister ships as well, still trying to elicit a response. None was forthcoming. It waited until the last possible moment, when it looked like the Appeal To Reason was about to ram it in its enthusiasm to overwhelm it with signals, then broke away from it, heading straight out, directly away from the Excession.
The Fate Amenable To Change’s avatars began the task of telling the human crew what was happening. Meanwhile the ship turned onto a course at a right-angle to its initial heading and powered away at maximum acceleration. The Appeal To Reason targeted its effector on the fleeing Culture ship as it curved out trying to intercept it, but the attack - configured more as a last attempt to communicate - was easily fended off. That wasn’t what the Fate was concerned about.
It watched that imaginary line from the Excession to the MSV Not Invented Here, focusing, magnifying its attention on that line’s middle distance.
Movement. Probing filaments of effector radiations. Three foci, clustered neatly around that line.
The Elencher ship Break Even and its two militarily configured sister craft had been awaiting it.