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
- II
- III
- 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
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- VIII
- IX
- X
- XI
- XII
- XIII
- XIV
- 12 - Faring Well
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- Epilogue
It was something of a rhetorical question. The three craft were unambiguously warships; slightly longer and fatter than the Grey Area itself but tapering at either end to points surmounted with large spheres. Spheres which could logically only contain weaponry. Quite a lot of weaponry, judging by the size of the globes.
~ My own design. Their names are T3OUs 4, 118 and 736.
~ Oh, witty.
~ You won’t find them terribly good company; AI cores only, semi-slaved to me. But they can operate together as a superlifter to get you down to manageable speeds.
The GCU was silent for a moment. It moved in to take up position in the centre of the triangle the three ships had formed. ~ T3OUs? it asked. Type Three Offensive Units, by any chance?
~ Correct.
~ Many more like these hidden away?
~ Enough.
~ You have been busy all these years.
~ Yes I have. I trust I can rely on your absolute discretion, for the next few hours at any rate.
~ You certainly have that.
~ Good. Farewell. Thank you for your help.
~ Glad to be of the small amount of service I was. Best of luck. I suppose I’ll find out soon enough how things pan out.
~ I imagine so.
III
III
The avatar returned the main focus of its attention to the three humans on the Jaundiced Outlook. The two old lovers had moved from small talk to a post mortem on their relationship, still without coming up with anything particularly interesting.
‘... We wanted different things,’ Dajeil said to Genar-Hofoen. ‘That’s usually enough.’
‘I wanted what you wanted, for a long time,’ the man said, swirling some wine round in a crystal goblet.
‘The funny thing was,’ Dajeil said, ‘we were all right while it was just the two of us, remember?’
The man smiled sadly. ‘I remember.’
‘You two sure you want me here?’ asked Ulver.
Dajeil looked at her. ‘If you feel embarrassed . . .’ she said.
‘No; I just thought . . .’ Ulver’s voice trailed off. They were both looking at her. She frowned. ‘Okay; now I feel embarrassed.’
‘What about you two?’ Dajeil asked evenly, looking from Ulver to Genar-Hofoen.
They exchanged looks. Each shrugged at the same time, then laughed, then looked guiltily at her. If they had rehearsed it it could hardly have been more synchronised. Dajeil felt a pang of jealousy, then forced herself to smile, as graciously as she could. Somehow the act helped produce the emotion.
IV
IV
Something was wrong.
The avatar’s principal attention snapped back to its home ship. The Grey Area and the three warships were free of the GSV’s envelope now, dropping back in their own web of fields and decelerating to velocities the GCU’s engine could accommodate. Ahead lay the Excession; the Sleeper Service had just carried out its first close track-scan look at it. But the Excession had changed; it had re-established its links with the energy grids and then it had grown; then it had erupted.