Kassad smirked in amusement. It was a bold threat. Then again it wouldn't be the first time Kassad had found it necessary to sneak past a Lawship. After setting aside the threat Kassad considered the advantages of a consultation with the opposition and in exceedingly innocent tones inquired, "Armhamon, is there something you can tell me that would convince me that this is not a rescue mission? I admit the contracting party is not above suspicion, however to the best of my knowledge this is a rescue operation. Please advise?" Greene gave Kassad a confused look. "What are you doing?" Kassad gave Greene a sidelong look in return, "Getting the information you and Cameron declined to share." The offense Greene projected was genuine, "I'm telling you this is a rescue mission. My husband is out there." Begrudgingly Kassad was willing to concede that Greene might not know everything. "But that's not the whole story, and I doubt that I'll get the whole story from the Armhamon either, but they certainly aren't out here patrolling the boarders of Laniakea." Greene shook her head. "If there's any criminality here it is with you and your ship." Canis growled indignantly. Kassad stated in only half mock offense, "My record is clean and pristine… as far as I'm aware." "Then there's more to this then I…" Greene was abruptly cut off by the communications circuit. "Sabha, if you continue on your current course the Armhamon will be standing by to conduct a customs search and… lend aid upon your return. Do not attempt to evade us. If you do your ship will be labeled as a pirate vessel to be seized at will. You cannot outrun the reach of the Code of Law." Code of Law was the bare bones agreement that allowed the hundred thousand galaxies to function as much as it did. As far as any criminals were concerned it provided the framework for both the Lawships and bounty hunters that made their vocations complicated. More importantly it established a basic set of dos and don'ts for the legitimate interaction of the myriad of alien species that called Laniakea home. The backbone of the Code of Law system was structured around information sharing among those who submitted to work under its constraints. University organized information sharing served as a carrot to promote cooperation and good faith dealings keeping any one species from developing an overwhelming edge against the others. It also served as a stick to spread information about those operating beyond its constraints effectively locking them out of Laniakea's trade network. A byproduct was that this information sharing allowed Lawships to work as a cohesive whole in spite of their diverse origins. "Understood Armhamon." Kassad responded simply before keying off the communications circuit and adding, "Renaming the Sabha would be a nuisance." Finally concluding their analysis of the Lawship the Sabha's systems classified the Armhamon as a Dedalus class cruiser. A serious warship design her hull was built around a single massive weapon that could punch hole a through a small moon. Because that kind of firepower was never enough for military designers the Armhamon was also fitted with a variety of smaller mid-ranged weapons. While the main gun required the entire Armhamon to point where it was to be directed the smaller weapons were turreted to provide complete coverage. Any of the Armhamon's weapons would be more than enough to tear completely through the smaller Sabha with a single hit. Putting one hand on his shoulder Greene tried to reassure the pirate that to continue their mission. "Kassad, you have to trust me. You have to believe me. I don't know why that ship is here. What we're doing is a legitimate rescue. We have to help those people." Unconvinced that any trust was truly a necessity for the conclusion of his mission Kassad responded honestly, "There's too much money and firepower involved in all of this for everything to be above board," he gave Greene a well practiced devil-may-care grin, "but I expect we'll find out the whole story before long." Chapter 6: "Out Law" "Our contact with and knowledge of civilizations outside of Laniakea is extraordinarily limited. We know that there have been expeditions sent to study our supercluster only from evidence left behind by these expeditions. No formal contact has been established nor even a basis for communication formulated." -Excerpt from University database entry on topic of the Lawless. No matter how intense or focused the Sabha's sensors were made to sweep ahead of them they detected nothing. No portion of the electromagnetic spectrum was able to detect the shift in the laws of physics that was called Law's End. As far as could be determined they were simply transiting another unremarkable stretch of interstellar space. Only slightly disappointed by the lack of stimuli Kassad turned to practical matters. "Very well, if the supply ship's numbers are right we'll pass Law's End in five minutes. I am shutting down and disconnecting all faster than light drives." A series of console taps and physical switch flips resulted in some ominous mechanical thudding. "Shutting down and disconnecting reactionless drive." Another series of console taps and the unlocking and toggling of a big bar attached to multiple switches resulted in a tremendous bang that was even more felt than heard as the remaining stored potential energy was released into the ship's hull. "Running all circuits through redundant buffers and bringing all manual controls online." This time the commands made half of the console controls go dark and the virtual display entered a minimalist mode where everything outside the cockpit was rendered in a simplified wireframe style. "There we are, ready for Lawless space." Unclenching her hands through an exercise of will Greene said, "I hope so." "What's the worst that could happen?" Kassad asked. In Kassad's own mind the answer was that they'd have to turn around empty handed thus foregoing the mission's lucrative payday. The matter of the Lawship barely rose to the level of a trivial annoyance, and one Kassad had already decided to ignore. He had also set aside any concerns about Law's End and decided to treat the region as just another hazardous flight area. Ignoring the question and all the worst case scenarios that it brought up Greene asked, "Why do you think we're out here? Why is that Lawship out here waiting for us?" Kassad gave his passenger an appraising look before conceding that she probably knew only as much as he himself did. "All I know is that this is not just a simple rescue mission." It wasn't what Greene wanted to hear, but if it was something that could affect the success of the mission then she had to know. "Why not?" Hesitating for a moment Kassad relented that his suspicions weren't a matter for secrecy. "The pay's too good, that Lawship cannot be a coincidence, and the last time I did a job for Professor Fitzgerald I almost ended up in a penal colony." A horrified "What?" blurted out of Greene's mouth. In exaggerated innocence Kassad said, "I can't believe Cameron would fail to mention that defining moment of our professional relationship." "No he didn't." Greene stated sternly before asking the obvious, "Why would you ever consent to work for him again?" Shrugging nonchalantly Kassad explained, "The pay's too good, I never let a Lawship bother me unduly, and the last time I did a job for Professor Fitzgerald he kept me out of that penal colony." If Greene's facial expression could be trusted the revelation had open up a world of unpleasant possibilities to be considered. "So what do you suspect is going on?" In half honesty Kassad answered, "I've no idea whatsoever, and you?" Shaking her head worriedly Greene said, "I never even met Fitzgerald before Law's End shifted. I just want my husband back." Kassad tried to reassure his passenger, "I'll do my best…" he was cut off as the color drained out of the world and went grayscale. Blinking at the familiar surroundings of the Sabha's cockpit rendered in black and white Kassad concluded, "It looks like we're here." "It's just a shift in the way our brains are processing visual data. Other senses are also affected." Greene explained so as to feel more in control of the situation. "It will get worse the longer we're here. Complete blindness shouldn't occur for at least two months so long as we don't linger in space; there's something about the presence of a significant gravity field mitigates the process. Our olfactory sense will go first in a few days, and then taste will go in a week or two. Touch and hearing should hold out for a year." "Seems an odd progression." Kassad noted while continuing to blink in a vain effort to return his vision to normal. Greene was quiet as she tried to summarize the complex data analysis she'd been involved in and eventually explained, "There's nothing in Lawless space that prevents our minds from working completely, but some of the chemical reactions related to neural activity are hampered. Hopefully there won't be any permanent damage." Setting aside his unease at the new look of the world Kassad summarized for her, "So it's what we already knew. We need to do this fast." "Fast would be good." Greene agreed. Turning his mind towards the practical concerns of the immediate future Kassad inquired, "How bad off can we expect any survivors to be?" "I can't say. We didn't have enough data to reach that many conclusions about complex systems in prolonged exposure." And it deeply worried Greene that they might find the survivors completely vegetative or worse. Checking the rather antiquated gauges monitoring the engines Kassad announced, "It looks like our thrust to fuel consumption ratios hasn't been affected, so we should hit atmosphere on schedule. Of course that's presuming they left the research platform." It wasn't until that moment that Greene truly accepted that there might not be any survivors and her voice became withdrawn saying, "They should have… unless something went horribly wrong." Sudden concern gripped Kassad. "I should check to make sure Canis is alright." A robust barking answered and both turned to see the completely unaffected dog bound into the cockpit. Kassad slipped out of his flight chair to check the dog for any signs of discomfort. Worryingly Kassad checked the eyes, ears, and reflexes of the animal. He reminded himself that in emergencies the auto-medical pods could put the animal into stasis until they returned to normal space. As if sensing his person's discomfort Canis leaned forward and gave Kassad a reassuring lick across the face. Withdrawing from his inspection with a grimace while wiping his face with the back of his hand Kassad announced, "I suppose I was right about him handling this better than us." Taking it as a small consolation that if the animal could adapt than certainly her husband could Greene said, "I hope so, we may need his help." Sensing Greene's discomfort Kassad finally and fully relented that she was exactly as she presented herself. If there was a secret or conspiracy then she was not knowingly a party to it. That didn't mean his passenger didn't know more than she was saying, then again most people did. To reassure his passenger Kassad stated confidently "Don't worry if they're alive we'll find them and bring them back in time." With her mind fully focused on that goal Greene asked, "Should we start looking for the distress beacon?" "Yes, good idea. We're a bit far out but it can't hurt to start." Kassad leaned across his flight chair to manipulate the controls above his head from where he stood on the opposite bulkhead. As expected the signal, if it was there at all, was lost in the ordinary background noise of space. Radio signals spread like an expanding balloon with the signal getting thinner and more tenuous the further it went. Meanwhile the much more powerful signals generated either directly by stars, or indirectly by the worlds that orbited them, tended to drown out everything. Studying the sensor display Kassad concluded, "That's odd." "What is it? Did you find the beacon?" Greene asked hopefully. "No, but I found the research platform, or at least what's left of it." Kassad began working the controls to bring up a more detailed wire frame model built by the sensor information. Where the research platform should have been was a debris field. A few large chunks of the platform remained keeping station in the region where the platform was listed to have been. Smaller components had already spread out beyond the immediate area in a pattern that would likely take days to analyze.