Kris Longknife: Defender (13 page)

And was promptly rear-ended by a Marine captain and his guard platoon.

Kris and Jack turned to face the captain. The heated words were getting more distant but still all too clear. Kris mouthed, “Back off.”

The captain clearly had orders not to do that. Faced with Kris and Jack forming a block, he let his troops come to an unordered halt behind him.

Kris turned back to her two great-grandparents. Now they were shouting, and Granny was waving her hands and occasionally the cane as well. Kris took a few small steps forward. Steps more appropriate for a child’s game than a military formation.

The two elders were coming up on the stone bench Kris and Granny Rita had shared. No surprise, the two of them settled on it but as far apart as they could. While they shouted and gesticulated, Jack had a talk with the guard captain. He deployed his men and women in a crescent, troops alternating facing back and facing front, looking for anything that might threaten their king.

“What do I do if she tries to kill him?” the poor captain whispered to Jack.

“I don’t think she’s strong enough with that cane,” Kris said, but kept her eyes front. If things did get physical between them, it seemed a princess’s job to be there first.

A
ND HER SECURITY CHIEF, SECOND
, Jack said on Nelly Net.

D
O YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT THEY’RE SAYING?
Nelly asked.

N
O
, Kris said, then reconsidered that absolute rule. I
F HE STARTS TALKING ABOUT MAKING ME GOVERNOR GENERAL OF THIS MADHOUSE, LET ME KNOW.

W
AS THAT WHAT THE BET WAS?
Jack said.

Y
EP.
I
T’S NOT BAD ENOUGH DROPPING THE WHOLE DEFENSIVE PROBLEM OF THIS OUTPOST, OR TO ADD VICEROY, BUT HE SEEMS TO THINK
I
SHOULD HAVE EXECUTIVE AUTHORITY OVER THIS HERD OF CATS.

A
ND YOU WERE WISE ENOUGH TO TURN HIM DOWN.

R
IGHT, BUT WHEN HAVE YOU EVER KNOWN MY GRAMPAS TO UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF A SIMPLE WORD LIKE “NO”?

Jack didn’t feel compelled to answer so obvious a question.

The rage between the two titans seemed to be winding down.

T
HEY’RE DEBATING WHO GETS TO USE THE REJUVENATION CLINIC FIRST.
H
E’S INSISTING SHE IS FIRST IN LINE.
S
HE’S INSISTING IT BE DONE BY LOTTERY.
H
E SAID HE DIDN’T BRING THE CLINIC FOR ANY
T
OM,
D
ICK, OR
H
ARRIET, BUT FOR HER.
O
OPS, THEY’RE BACK TO THEIR BASIC ARGUMENT.
S
HE THINKS HE CARES NOTHING FOR REGULAR PEOPLE.
I
F THEY DON’T HAVE POWER, THEY’RE INVISIBLE TO HIM.

T
OO MUCH INFORMATION,
N
ELLY
, Kris said.

S
ORRY.
I
T’S NOT EASY TO FIGURE OUT WHAT IS GERMANE TO GENERAL OPERATIONS AND JUST TO THEM.
O
H, SHE JUST ASKED WHAT A VICEROY IS AND HE TOLD HER IT’S NOTHING.
Y
OU ALREADY REFUSED THE REAL HEART OF THE APPOINTMENT, BECOMING GOVERNOR GENERAL OF THE WHOLE SYSTEM.
S
HE’S GLAD YOU DID.
H
E SAYS IT’S GOING TO MAKE A MESS, YOUR NOT HAVING TOTAL CONTROL.
I
’LL SKIP WHAT FOLLOWS, IT’S MORE OF HER TELLING HIM HE’S BOSSY.
W
ELL, YOU’D NEVER GET ANYTHING DONE.
O
H YEAH, LOOK AT MY COLONY.

K
RIS, THESE TWO PEOPLE ARE A HUNDRED YEARS OLD OR MORE, BUT
I
HEARD MORE COGENT ARGUMENTS IN THE SANDBOX WHEN YOU WERE IN THE FIRST GRADE.

W
E MAY GROW OLDER,
N
ELLY, BUT WE DON’T AUTOMATICALLY LEARN BETTER WAYS OF ARGUING OVER THINGS THAT REALLY GET OUR EMOTIONS IN A WRINGER.

Nelly thought on that for a long time, for a computer. M
AYBE WE CAN HELP YOU FIND BETTER WAYS TO RESOLVE YOUR DIFFERENCES.

A
NY HELP WOULD PROBABLY BE GREATLY RESISTED,
Jack said.

P
ARDON ME.

N
ELLY,
Kris said,
THE PROBLEM WITH RESOLVING CONFLICT ISN’T ALWAYS THE HOW WE DO IT.
L
OOK AT THOSE TWO.
T
HEY ARE AS DIFFERENT AS TWO PEOPLE CAN GET.
I
T’S NOT THE WAY THEY ARGUE BUT THE HUGE DISTANCE BETWEEN THEM.
H
OW DO YOU SETTLE THAT?
W
HO WOULD YOU HAVE GO FIRST FOR REJUVENATION?

T
HE ONE WHO NEEDED IT THE MOST AND WOULD BENEFIT THE MOST,
Nelly said simply.

B
UT
R
AY HAS BEEN CARRYING A TORCH FOR
R
ITA FOR EIGHTY YEARS.
T
HEIR UNRESOLVED ISSUES HAVE BECOME A BASIC PILLAR OF HIS LIFE.
H
OW WOULD YOU TELL HIM THAT HE SHOULD RISK HER NOT GETTING REJUVENATED BEFORE HE LOSES HER?

The fight was coming to an end only because the two of them were too exhausted to continue. Granny Rita looked as bad as she had when Kris first saw her in the shuttle bay and rushed her to sick bay.

“Captain,” Kris snapped. “Send a runner to Ada. Ask her to get a medical team here stat. Send another runner to get that wheelchair we left behind.”

“Aye, aye, ma’am,” the Marine officer said, and obeyed.

N
ELLY, GET
C
APTAIN
D
RAGO.

D
RAGO HERE.

G
RANNY
R
ITA IS HAVING A CRISIS.
H
OW SOON CAN YOU LAUNCH A BOAT DOWN WITH THE DUTY DOCTOR?

T
EN MINUTES.
I
T WILL TAKE THIRTY MINUTES TO LAND.

G
ET YOUR DOC MOVING.
A
LSO, THAT REJUVENATION CLINIC, GET THEM ON THE HORN AND FIND OUT IF THEY HAVE A STANDBY
G
ERIATRIC SPECIALIST.

W
AIT ONE
, didn’t take anywhere close to a minute. T
HEY HAVE A FULL CRITICAL INTERVENTION TEAM ON ALERT.
T
HEY WERE SURPRISED IT WASN’T THE KING.
T
HEY PROMISE TO BE HERE IN FIVE MINUTES.

T
HANKS,
C
APTAIN.

A
NYTIME,
Y
OUR
R
OYAL
H
IGHNESS,
V
ICEREINE OF
A
LWA AND
G
OVERNOR
G
ENERAL.

F
IRST,
I
’M VICEROY AND THERE’S NO WAY THEY’RE MAKING ME GOVERNOR GENERAL.
Y
OU CAN TELL ANYONE WHO SAYS DIFFERENT YOU GOT IT DIRECT FROM THE PRINCESS HERSELF.

E
MERGENCY
G
ERIATRIC
I
NTERVENTION TEAM JUST CROSSED THE QUARTERDECK.
A
LL SIX OF THEM WERE PUSHING CARTS.
T
HEY’LL BE DOWN THERE
ASAP
.

A
quick nod from the captain, and one of the Marines broke rank from her peers and raced for Granny Rita. She pulled a medical kit from her belt and began checking out the elderly woman.

The king eyed his once and apparently not future wife for a long time, then stomped away. As he passed Kris, he growled, “Walk with me.”

Kris obeyed.

He kept stomping as his Marines formed a perimeter around him. That didn’t keep several colonials from walking right through their perimeter as they hurried for Granny Rita. First came Ada, the Chief of Ministries, then Iago, Rita’s gofer, and finally several people whose bags might not have been the traditional medical bags but who nonetheless carried bags and walked with the purposeful look of men and women who fought with death and won as often as possible.

The Marines let them through their ranks and once even the king stepped aside for an elderly doctor type. The doctor scowled at Ray as if he were personally responsible for this crisis and hobbled on as quickly as his old legs would let him.

The king turned to Kris. “Can you get the word out to anyone interested, that all those youngsters wanting to return to human space for an education should report to the landing no later than six hours from now if they want to get a ride back?”

“You’re leaving that soon?”

“Apparently I came on a fool’s errand. That woman has not changed in eighty years. She was a blind idealist then and is just as blind now. How these poor people survived with her in charge . . .” His muttering trailed off.

“Anyway, Kris, can you get the word out about the ride home? I was surprised at the reception at how few mentioned wanting to go home.”

“I’ve been with these people six weeks, sir. They
are
home.”

“It’s amazing how quickly peasants fall in love with the mud between their toes,” he growled.

Kris had seen a lot of things she wished she could forget. Ships blown to atoms. Friends ripped away and lost forever. Here was another one of those moments she’d likely spend her life trying to unremember.

“Can you put the word out on the net about the lift?” Ray asked.

“They have no net. We offered Granny Rita one of the best computers out of our ship store. She was fascinated by it. However, I think their grapevine is just as fast. I’ll see who I can get started talking.”

“She has a computer? I thought sometimes it was like she’d been listening in on our net. Could she have?”

Kris was saved from having to lie or mumble by the king himself changing the subject.

“She agrees that this place does not need a governor general and that it would only be a waste of your time to try to run it. She says it can’t be run.”

“From what I’ve seen, sir, it sure looks that way.”

“She agrees with you. That’s almost enough to make me change my mind and insist on appointing you.” The king eyed Kris.

“It would be an endless case of herding cats, Your Majesty, and I’m allergic to cats.”

The old man guffawed at that.

“Okay, okay, you win.” He tapped his commlink. “Crossie, we’ve got to change the royal commission I’m leaving my great-granddaughter. Tell the lawyers to take out the parts dealing with the governor general.”

“That will take a couple of hours, sir. Six or eight,” came over the net.

“What do you mean? All the way out here those lawyers didn’t develop a contingency if she balked at the GG slot?”

“Sir, the betting was ten to one that she’d take it, and I was the only one foolish enough to take your bet. I’ll call the ship and get them working. They’ll have to go over every inch of the Commander, Alwa Defense Sector as well as the vicereine’s job.”

“Viceroy,” Kris shouted at her grampa’s commlink.

“Viceroy,” he repeated.

“The feminine is . . .” the admiral started.

“Usually used for the viceroy’s wife,” Kris shot back before he finished. “It’s viceroy or nothing.”

“We’ll change it, sir,” the admiral said, and rang off.

“You’re getting to be a very hard person to deal with,” the king said, stopping to stare hard at Kris.

“You’re dropping a very hot potato in my lap. One that’s all the way on the other side of the galaxy. A potato whose odds of being diced, sliced, and smashed are too high for anyone to risk a penny bet on, and you think
I’m
getting hard to deal with?”

The king grinned. “Point well taken. I’ve watched you grow, kid, from a little girl in a bottle to an ensign who could stop a mutiny with one of her own. You’ve saved more planets than I care to count, and likely more than I had at your age. Yes, this is a hot potato, but Kris, you’ve got the mitts to handle it. Likely, you’re the only one of your generation who can. A hell of a lot more will have to grow mitts for this kind of stuff, but right now, you’re all I’ve got. Take care, please.”

He turned to go, then turned back to her. “I was planning on taking the
Constellation
back with me, but she’s one of the heavy frigates with 20-inch guns. I’ll take the
Fearless
instead. You don’t mind keeping Sampson, do you? I could swap her to the
Fearless
if you want. We’ll be taking a different path back. Every trip out will take a different route. We don’t want the bastards to notice a beaten path between here and home. It also means you won’t be sending us regular reports.”

Kris nodded. She couldn’t think of enough answers to all he’d dropped on her. It would be nice to keep the
Constellation
. Captain Sampson . . . not so much. Good ship. Troubling CO. But having the king make such an obvious change would not look like Kris was in command.

The idea of taking a different route here and back each time sounded reasonable. She should have thought of it herself. Still, how many permutations could Nelly come up with? With the ships coming her way, assuming they actually sailed, taking a different route, how long would that add to their voyage?

How soon before they stumbled on something that didn’t like being stumbled on?

Did anything good ever come without a downside?

The king glanced back at where he could just barely see the clump surrounding Rita. “You better go see how things are going there. Let me know, if it’s not too much trouble. Oh, and get the word out for kids that want the ride back to meet at the fleet landing.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Kris said, saluted, and left the old man staring back at the woman he had claimed for eighty years to be dead and the love of his life.

Now he knew she was alive.

Was there any love left in his life?

Kris double-timed up to the huddle around Granny Rita on the bench.

“There is nothing wrong with me that having to spend half an hour with that pigheaded, power-hungry megalomaniac didn’t cause. Just give me some air.”

The crowd stepped back, leaving room for Granny Rita to breathe, just as a doctor finished deflating a blood-pressure cuff. “Pressure is 163 over 92. A bit high, but not dangerous.”

“Good, good,” Granny Rita said, just as the opening around her let her get a look at Kris. “So, what did he have to say? Is he going to waste your time being a governor general of all Alwa?”

The look on Ada’s face told Kris that this was the first the Chief of Ministries had heard of this and what she thought of it.

“No,” Kris said. “Despite you being against it, he’s going to let me beg off. It is causing him trouble. My commission as Commander, Alwa Defense Sector, Vicereine, and Governor General will have to be rewritten. I imagine the switch to viceroy won’t be too much trouble, but he was told the lawyers may need six to eight hours or more to comb through the whole thing and eliminate the governor-general stuff.”

“Good, good. That will take him time. Anything else?”

“He wants all the kids interested in an education back home to report to the fleet landing for a ride up to the
Monarch
as soon as possible. The ship’s leaving in eight hours.”

“Oh, that’s even better. Surround him with a gaggle of hero-worshipping kids, and he’ll totally forget what time it is as he tells them all kinds of lies. Great. Kris, I bet your orders to take command of this sector don’t show up in the mail before the
Monarch
jumps out.”

“So?” Kris said.

“So, kid, I’ve done a lot of funerals since we landed, and I’ve enjoyed doing a lot of weddings, too. Still do both, even if they are trying to put me out to pasture,” she said eyeing most of those around her. Most of whom found now to be a good time to study the sway of the trees above them.

“Now, Kris, I penciled in a funeral for this afternoon. I figured Raymond was sure to pop an aneurism or have an apoplectic fit, but what don’t you know, he survived me, and I survived him. No accounting for how the universe turns, is there? Now, that leaves me with time on my calendar for something. The best use of my time that I can think of would be a wedding.”

“Wedding?” Kris echoed.

“Yes, kid. Just how gutsy are you? You’ve blown away monstrous alien ships, can you grab your chance for happiness with both hands? As I see it, right now, this young Marine captain reports to Captain Drago. You don’t report to nobody. In a few hours, that’s gonna change. Likely never unchange. You can get married to this guy in the next four to six hours or you can forget it until, well, forever. What do you say?”

Kris looked at Jack. Jack looked at her.

“Which one of us goes first?” Kris asked.

“Traditionally, it’s the guy, but you’ve got the rank. Oh, and you’re the princess. You call it.”

“Jack, if you’re going to say something, you go first.”

Jack reached for her hand and stared deep into her eyes. “Kris Longknife, will you marry me and make me the happiest man this side of the galaxy?”

Kris had forgotten to breathe. She was half-afraid he would not say a word. Now she nearly had to gasp for breath. “Yes, Juan Montoya, I will marry you, and it will make me the happiest woman in the entire galaxy.”

“Well, folks,” announced Granny Rita, “we got a wedding to put on and four hours to do it. Let’s get moving.”