"She's one of the leaders now,"
Zhing
continued. "She's said some embarrassing things about fleet officers in general and him in particular through the years. They think she might've been one of the participants in the seizure of the
Gustavus
."
Justin didn't know how to reply, wondering why the doctor was even sharing this information.
"Did he say anything about her?"
"No, sir, he didn't."
Zhing
nodded and leaned closer. "Now listen, son. If anything troubles you, you come to me with it. I've been around a bit. You young pups from the Academy, they feed you a lot of sweetness and sunshine. There might be ships like that, but this universe is a damn big place. Frontiers draw all types, some good like
Thorsson
, some not."
He stopped as if cutting off something that he wanted to add.
"Anyhow, it's only eleven more days out maybe this will all blow over. But then again, this has been building for some time. Not just here but on board a lot of ships where men like
MacKenzie
, passed over for promotion and forgotten on long and distant patrols, are left in the backwaters but have to handle all the dirty situations with little thanks. So keep your ears open."
"Yes, sir."
"Mr.
Zhing
?"
The voice cut through the noise of the music.
Zhing
, startled, straightened up.
"Yes, Captain."
'To my cabin if you please. And
Zhing
, why the loud music? I can hear it all the way down the corridor."
Zhing
, fear in his eyes, opened the door and peeked out. Silently he motioned for Justin to leave.
"Sorry, Captain.
On my way, sir."
Justin slipped out into the hallway, afraid but not sure why.
Zhing
again motioned for Justin to hurry up.
"Gangway."
He turned, startled, as
Petronovich
came past moving quickly. Not bothering to hang around to see what was
up,
Justin went through the door into the lounge, leaving officer country behind.
The room was half-full. The portside watch had just stood down and dinner was over. The instant he came into the room he could sense the tension. Something was wrong it was the way the cadets were clustered into groups, talking in low whispers, some raising their heads to look about.
He saw Tanya and Madison sitting in a corner with a chessboard between them, but neither one was looking at the board. He drifted over to where
Leonov
and Smith were playing. Even though sitting in a chair didn't serve any real function in zero gravity, he settled into one anyhow. Sitting in space still survived, at least as a social custom.
Leonov
looked up.
"So how did it go up there with the Ice Man?"
Justin looked around nervously. "I wish you wouldn't call him that."
Tanya laughed softly. "That's what everyone on board calls him."
"Don't ask. It's just getting weird. That's all." He figured it was best not to mention the conversation with Doctor
Zhing
.
Off in the far corner he saw Matt and several other cadets sitting, leaning forward and talking.
"Matt OK?"
"Oh, you missed it,"
Madison said.
"Missed what?"
"He and Wendell had another argument."
Justin groaned.
"
Petronovich
had to break it up."
"Let me guess, the separatists."
"Exactly.
Those three Matt's sitting with. All are off
worlders
. Marissa
Iivollen
, Collin
Bugniazet
you remember he was captain of the team we beat at falcon flying during the summer and Abdul
Amin
. It got a little heated with Wendell and a couple of the others, those guys around him all shouting at each other."
Justin looking around the room and found that he could sort out everything. Matt and his followers in one comer, Wendell and his in the other corner, both sides whispering, pausing to shoot dark looks at each other while other groups of cadets, trying to stay neutral, gathered on the opposite side of the room. Justin thought the setting looked like a scene from a bad
vid
, a barroom in the old West, two rival groups sitting in opposite corners waiting for the showdown to begin.
"They're all on report,"
Madison announced. "I tell you, this one's
gonna
hit the fan when we get back to the Academy. Colson called Matt a cheap sailor. I have to give Matt credit he tried to laugh it off at first, but then Colson called him a damn liar. That set Matt off and the show started. There are
gonna
be
a
lotta
black marks in files, and double duty."
"So that's why I passed
Petronovich
going forward in an all-fired hurry," Justin whispered.
"Yeah, off to squeal to the Captain, I bet,"
Madison said. "Uh-oh, looks like something brewing again."
Madison
stood up and pushed off, floating across the room towards Mart's group. Marissa
Livollen
was starting to get up as if ready to go over to the opposite table.
"Maybe I should help," Justin remarked uneasily.
"Maybe you should stay out of it for the moment,"
Leonov
said quietly, eyes fixed on the chessboard.
"Tanya, what the hell is going on with this ship?" Justin sighed. "This is nothing like I expected the service to be."
"Maybe that's why
Thorsson
sent us out. Give us a harsh taste of things. Hell, this could all be a hoax for all we know."
She leaned back and looked at Justin.
"Tough in there with the Captain, isn't it?"
"I think the guys
a bit nuts
," Justin whispered.
"No fooling, Sherlock."
Justin laughed softly. But her comment about
Thorsson
was troubling. Was this yet another elaborate test?
An intricately designed simulation?
There was no way of knowing if a solar storm was really on. That could be faked easily enough.
Zhing
could have just shown a few pictures taken from a storm that happened years ago, then had the transmit connection shut down from up front. That alone was test enough two weeks in an anti-radiation suit with the constant threat of getting fried would be a good examination of nerves. The dose meters could be doctored as well. Most of the cadets were already quietly complaining about how hot and sweaty the suits were. Justin shifted uncomfortably. The inner lining was supposed to wick off sweat, but after a day the system was all but swamped. Justin felt sticky all over, and as he shifted he could sense the unpleasant smells wafting up through his collar. Give us a week and some of them will be going nuts in these darn things, he thought.
And then there was the Captain. Did the Fleet really tolerate officers like him? He couldn't understand how any such man could pass his fitness reports. Maybe
MacKenzie
was in on the game. Act weird, put some pressure on and see how the cadets reacted to his eccentricities.
The thought was both calming and disquieting. In one sense it meant that none of this was truly real. It was just another test. Yet if that was so, then when would he know if things were real? And beyond that, what did it say about the Fleet, throwing plebe cadets into such a crazy game?
The thoughts started to get even more confusing. But then again, he thought, if it was real, then something was seriously wrong on this ship and with a service that allowed it to happen. Looking around the room, the tensions that were building were frightening when compared to the stressed but orderly calm aboard the Academy.
"Kind of an amusing thought, isn't it,"
Leonov
said, her gaze still fixed on the chess pieces. "If this is a test, then our dear friend Mr. Colson isn't long for this service the way he picked that fight with Matt. Matt might be in a bit of hot water too, but at least he can say he was defending himself and not looking for a quarrel. Most people here, at least the ones not blinded by Colson's whispering, will defend Matt if a hearing is called."
"A hearing?"
"Sure. Do you think
Thorsson's
going to let one cadet call another one a traitor?"
"He said that?
In public?"
"Sure did."
Justin looked over at Matt.
Madison, with her usual laughing charm was busy defusing the situation. Justin realized that in many ways she was like Matt, easygoing, always ready for a good joke, someone who had that indefinable something that just naturally made most people
Hke
her. But there were certain types who took offense, or were secretly jealous of how easy it was for someone like Matt or Madison to make friends and be the center of attention.
The door back out to the lounge opened and everyone looked up.
Petronovich
stood glaring at the group.
"All right,
show's
over, everyone back to quarters. You all got studying to do."
"Guess the Tsar isn't going to make an appearance," Tanya whispered. "Come
on,
let's get our good Mr. Everett back to the room."
"Remember, Colson is bunking with us," Justin whispered.
"Damn all."
Justin nodded, stood up and drifted over to where
Petronovich
was standing by the doorway to the forward section.
"Sir, can I have a word?"
"What is it,
Bell?"
Petronovich
snapped, obviously distracted by all that had been happening, and none to pleased.
"Sir.
Mr. Colson was assigned to room with us."
"So?"
"Well, sir, Mr. Everett is in our room too."
"Listen,
Bell, in the service your personal likes and dislikes don't count. The Captain drew up the reassignments and there's no way I'm going to go back up there and whine that someone doesn't like his roommate. You're
dismissed,
now get to your room."
Justin wanted to press the issue.
Petronovich
was obviously not doing his job to head off trouble before it started. Even though
Seay
could be a royal pain and an exacting taskmaster, he was always on the lookout for tension within his unit and found ways to ease it. That realization of command style suddenly hit Justin simply through the contrast.
Seay
seemed to have a sixth sense for when to drop into a room to put on a little heat, just shoot the breeze for a moment, or offer an impromptu game of falcon flying to the platoon to let off a little steam.
Justin turned and followed the last of the cadets down the corridor.
"Mr. Bell?"
Justin looked over at the galley door and saw O'Brian.
O'Brian motioned for him to come in. O'Brian held out a container and there was the faint whiff of hot chocolate.
"Always take care of my kitchen crew. Hot chocolate's just the thing to settle the nerves."
"Thanks," Justin said. He gladly took the container and sipped the brew through the straw.
"How'd it go with the Captain?"
Justin found himself wondering if he was going to be interrogated by the entire crew before he could finally get to his room and get some work done.
"OK, I guess."
"Ah, already the officer in training."
O'Brian laughed. "All right, I won't pump you. But if you need someone to spill some beans to, know I've got a tight lip."
Justin smiled.
"Thanks,
OBrian
. I appreciate it. I better get into my room and try to get some studying in."
As he slid open the door to his room Justin instantly knew that something had gone horribly wrong. Wendell was hunched over in the far corner, features bright red, hands clenched over his face. A trickle of blood was floating out between his fingers; a tiny globule broke free and floated before him. For a second the scene almost looked comical to Justin, the way Wendell's eyes seemed to cross, focusing on the drop of blood as it floated away.
Matt was in the opposite corner,
Madison on top of him, trying to hold his arms.
"He hit me," Wendell cried, "
damn
it, he hit me."
"
like
hell I did," Matt snarled. "You shoved me through the door and my foot caught you in the mouth as I tumbled so stop whining."
Justin could see a look of panic in Mart's eyes. If Wendell's accusation was true, then Matt's career at the Academy was finished.
"
Madison, what happened?" Justin snapped.