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Updated: May 27, 2025
For the first time in his century-long career, Fleet-Captain Arjen of Clan D'gameh disapproved of a mission he had been given. That his orders came straight from the Supreme made no difference to his feelings, nor did the First Speaker's assurance that the Circle of Lords deemed it vital to the survival of the Traiti race.
Captain Willis reported what Fleet-Captain Arjen told you. Steve, can you end this damn war?" "I can't, sir, no. What I can do is arrange things so you and the Traiti rulers, their Supreme and First Speaker, can try to end it." "Good enough. After those people we massacred on Khemsun, I'll take anything I can get." Davis looked bitter, angry.
Still reluctant to begin the trickery that was part of this operation, Arjen spoke anyway. "Release signal transmitter." "Aye, Fleet-Captain." Battle discipline was strict, if fair; not even an action as apparently senseless as releasing a beacon in the center of a combat-ready fleet was questioned. Then the Hermnaen took its own position in the sphere and Arjen ordered the beacon activated.
Granted, I'm here as Fleet-Captain Arjen's guest, and I've agreed to take the Ordeal. But I'm still your enemy. If one of you had come to us, 'persuaded' the way I was, at the very least you'd have been disarmed and guarded, instead of being given the freedom of the ship. For all you know, I could be planning some kind of sabotage." Hovan smiled.
And you don't regret the loss of privacy a bit, Tarlac thought, amused. "Thanks, Fleet-Captain. I'll be back here for out-transition; even with the cease-fire, I don't think the defense satellites would be willing to let you by without my authorization." "As they should not," Arjen said approvingly.
Philip surrendered to Commander Porter in consequence of a mutiny in their garrisons, which refused to fight any longer, saying further resistance was useless; and the following day Farragut sent ashore a body of two hundred and fifty marines with two howitzers manned by seamen from the Hartford, the whole under the command of the fleet-captain, Captain Henry H. Bell.
Every fighter on active duty, from Fleet-Captain Arjen to the lowest-ranking commando, was expected to take part, and did so with considerable enthusiasm and usually-friendly rivalry. Standings were hotly contested, and were seldom related to the participant's rank or clan status though Hovan was rated third in the Fleet.
He would never remember so much as his name unless he was returned to Terra to have the tapes of his latest mindscan reimprinted. "So it's not that much of a risk," Tarlac said. He raised his voice. "Very well, Fleet-Captain. I accept your invitation, and your Ordeal. When and how do you want me to transfer to your ship?" "No reason for delay there is. Now come.
"Damned if I know why," Tarlac said slowly, "but I think you mean that. All of it. Okay, I won't ask. You'll release the ship if I surrender?" "We ask not that," Arjen replied, offended. "As our guest come, and your ship may freely go." Willis interrupted their dialogue. "Fleet-Captain."
Satisfied with that beginning, he let his image and presence fade from all but two gathering halls, his own and D'gameh's. At D'gameh, he addressed one of the males. "Arjen?" The Fleet-Captain, wearing brilliant blue-and-gold robes in-clan, bowed deeply. To be name-called by such a one ! "Yes, Lord. How may I serve you?" Lord. Tarlac shrugged inwardly; it was his title now.
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