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The Privateer: The Flight Engineer, Volume II

By James Doohan and S. M. Stirling
This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any
resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

Copyright ┬й 1999 by Bill Fawcett & Associates

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

A Baen Books Original

Baen Publishing Enterprises
P.O. Box 1403
Riverdale, NY 10471

ISBN: 0-671-57832-4

Cover art by David Mattingly

First printing, October 1999

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
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Distributed by Simon & Schuster
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New York, NY 10020


Typeset by Windhaven Press, Auburn, NH
Printed in the United States of America
 CHAPTER ONE
ItтАЩs a formality, Commander Peter Raeder thought. The fix is in. ItтАЩs not a real Board of Inquiry any more, much
less a court martial. IтАЩm the hero, not the goat. He supressed an urge to rub his midriff. Then why does my stomach
still hurt?
Of course, there was the previous visit to this self-same courtroom not so very long ago. Then his second in
command, Second Lieutenant Cynthia Robbins, had been suspected of sabotage and murder, and he, too, was looked
on with a gimlet eye. The look of the polished dark teak of the high table at the other end of the room, the scent of
wax, and the ever-so-slight rustle of the crossed Commonwealth and Navy banners behind the senior officers spelled
danger to his subconscious now. In fact, the sensation wasnтАЩt altogether different from the way heтАЩd felt in a Speed
when the compensator started going collywobble and the lock-on alert said a Mollie interceptor was targeting
him. . . .
Back before I lost the hand, he thought. Though there had been a lot more in the way of combat stress than heтАЩd
anticipated, when they made him a flight enginner. Raeder shifted in his seat.
Just a few weeks later the room still boasted the same lustrous mahogany paneling, the same painting of a space
battle on the back wall, flanked by the starred flag of the Commonwealth and the blue and black flag of Space
Command. The row of stern senior officers seated behind the sturdy teak table in their comfortable leather chairs still