"Serrano Legacy - 03 - Winning Colors" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moon Elizabeth)

"Uhа.а.а. no, I haven't."
"Bloodthirsty bastard," Heris said. "He liked wasting troops. I killed himЧ"
"What!" He looked as if the sky had just fallen; she almost laughed. Had she ever been that innocently certain that everyone followed the rules, that hierarchies never tumbled?
"Notthen . Sorry; I got out of sequence. Let's see. He was furious that I had not won the battle his way, and swore he'd get revenge. There was a Board of Inquiry, of course. Evidence hadа.а.а. disappeared." She didn't really want to tell him how; it was too complicated, and involved too many names he might know. "I was offered immunity for my crew if I would resign my commission," she went on. "Otherwise, courts-martial for all. Considering Lepescu's positionЧthe Rules of EngagementЧand the fact that no one from the family spoke for me, I decided to resign and save my crew."
He stared at her; clearly he hadn't heard this before. "ButЧbut why didn'tЧ?"
"I don't know why someone didn't do something. Let me finish." More bite got through than she intended; he flinched. It wasn't his fault, she reminded herself, and tried to breathe slowly. "What I didn't know was that after I resigned, after I was gone from his sector, Lepescu charged my crew. Most were convicted of serious breaches of regulation and were dispersed to various Fleet prisons. SomeЧ" The old rage blanked her vision for a moment and she had to force another deep breath to continue. "Some he took to a private hunting reserve and hunted."
"Huntedа.а.а. you meanа.а.а. like animals?"
"Precisely. With friends of his who liked the same thing." She didn't mention the prince; his death had earned her silence.
"How did youа.а.а. how did you find out?" That had not been the first question he thought of; she answered what she thought it had been.
"I killed him when I found him, which wasЧluckily for meЧin the process of that hunting trip, when his guilt was not in question. My crewЧthe survivorsЧwere rehabilitated and given the choice of remaining in Fleet or taking a settlement and going civilian. Some of them are here, with me."
"Couldn't you have gone back?" He looked puzzled.
"Of course. ButЧ" Heris wondered how much to explain to this young manЧthis mere child, as he seemed to her. Could he understand that it wasn't merely pique? She'd already explained more than he was likely to absorb. He knew no world but Fleet; he could imagine no other choice than returning to it. "So," she said, changing direction. "That's what my side of the trouble was like. NowЧwhat did the admiral want me to know?"
He looked confused a moment, then got back to it. "She didn't explain much, really. She wanted you to know she hadn't known about your trouble in time, and I think she blames some of the others in the family." As well she might. "Uhа.а.а. your parents among themа.а.а."
"It's not my problem now," Heris said crisply. She wasn't about to discuss her parents with him.
"Noа.а.а. but she'd like to talk to you, the next time you're anywhere near."
Which was likely to be a long time from now. "Did she give you an itinerary?" Already her mind had moved beyond this to how she was going to ease this young relation off the ship and on his way.
"YesЧhere." He fished in his pocket and came up with a small datacube. "It's compressed formatЧshe sent an adapter in case you don't have a reader with the right interface."
"Thanks," Heris said. She wasn't going to tell him that she had a couple of experts who could strip the data out of virtually any storage device. Whatever her aunt the admiral was up to, she would keep her own secrets.
Someone tapped at the door. Barin looked around, and Heris called, "Come on in."
Brun opened the door. "Captain, the new installations are ready for inspection."
"Thank you; I'll be along shortly." Heris repressed a grin. Brun definitely had the right touch, timing and tone both impeccable. Brun nodded and withdrew.
"I'llЧI'll be going," Barin said, with a hint of nervousness.
"YesЧI'm sorry, but I do have some ship work under way. Tell you whatЧwhy not have dinner with me this evening? You can bring me up-to-date on your sibs and cousins."
"Do you reallyЧ? Grandmother said not to waste your time. Just give you the message, and the cube, and get out of your way."
Heris laughed. "She must think I've grown to be quite an ogre," she said.That Admiral Serrano would know how ogres were grown. Perversely, Heris was now determined to be cordial to the youngster. "Are you scheduled out of here?"
"NoЧnot yet."
"FineЧthen you can meet me at the Captains Guild for dinner. They use a screwball clock setting hereЧfive shifts in the day and five hours in each shift, and it starts at what we'd call mainday or first shift. So make it third and one."
"Yes, sir." This time he didn't change it to the civilian usage.
"I'll guide you out." He could find his own way on such a tiny ship, but she wouldn't let even a relative wander around unescorted.
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The cube contained substantially more than the admiral's itinerary for the next year or so. Heris had suspected it would when she turned it over to Meharry.
"Video, audio, and an almighty big chunk of encrypted stuff. Does your family have its own code scheme?"
"More than one," Heris said. "I suppose she wonders if I kept the key."
"I should have known," Meharry said sourly. "You great familiesЧ"
"As if you didn't have something of the same sort," Heris retorted. "What I'm really concerned about is any kind of ghost or vampire, or even an owl." Anything that might compromise their own information systems.
Meharry shook her head. "No hooters at all, and nothing that my spook catchers notice. Want me to let Esteban have a look?"
"No." That came out with more force than Heris intended, and she calmed herself. "No, I trust your judgment on this. Let's see if my key works on the encrypted stuff."
She didn't bother to explain the key. As with the rendezvous protocols cooked up by young officers and elaborated over the years to an intricate but precise interpersonal code, family encryption keys were combinations of predictable and unpredictable private data. Events important to the family as a whole, to individuals within it, might form part of the key, along with informal rules for making changes. Heris didn't so much have a key, as a procedure for finding the key, a procedure which functioned as part of the key.
Video came up. "She looks like you on a bad day," Meharry blurted. Then, "Sorry, Captain."
"It's our classic bone structure," Heris murmured. "Plus thirty or forty yearsЧI forget how old she'd be by now. Anyway she's taller." Her aunt the admiral had silver hair now, even more striking against her dark face. She still had the Algestin accent, as she identified herself and suggested that Heris watch the rest in private.
"How'd she know I was here?" asked Meharry suspiciously. "Is this going to have a compulsion component in it?"
"I doubt that. Family matters, mostly. Stay, if you want; I'm not sensitive to dirty laundry at the moment."
"No thanks. I don't want more than one Serrano mad at me." Meharry stalked out, very much like a cat twitching its tail after being sprinkled with water. Heris didn't laugh.
Instead, she started the datastream again. Her aunt the admiralа.а.а. someone she had dreamed about being, as a girl. Someone she had hoped to impress, as a young officer. Someone she had thought of as a mentor, and even a friend.
Someone who had not come to her rescue when she needed it desperately.
Now that dark face with the silver aureole wasted no time in apology. "Heris: I trust that you will hear me out, no matter how bitter you are. This is critical material, and it may be my only chance to brief you. I am still not sure who kept me from finding out about your trouble, and at the moment that's no longer a priority item. The future of the Familias Regnant and the Regular Space Service isЧ"
A full hour later, Heris sat back and drew a long breath. In the same organized, concise way that had earned her an admiral's stars two years ahead of anyone else in her cohort, her aunt had laid out what she knew of the factional disputes within the Regular Space Service, and where the present political stress might rupture the Fleet. She had been given her aunt's best guess on which family members to trust, which senior officers to trust, where certain fragrant bones were buriedа.а.а. assuming that she could trust her aunt.
The memory of the last moments of the cube came back full force. Admirals apologized rarely; her aunt had once explained, at a family party when Heris was still a student and her own stars were years in the future, that that was because they planned ahead and had no need to. But the good ones could and did, her aunt had said, when they must. She had believed her aunt was a good admiralа.а.а. her aunt, who had apologized for her own and the family's betrayal.
"I love you, Heris," her aunt had said at the last. "I hope you believe that, if nothing else. With the trouble comingа.а.а. I want you to know that I consider you one of the best Serranos of your generation. And one of the best young officers we had, too."
It would take a long time to digest everything in the cube. If it was trueа.а.а. but she felt that it was true. It felt right, and she'd always had good intuitions about that. And if true, then she thought she understood some things Livadhi had not told her.