David Weber - Mission of Honor

Any dictionary editor stymied for an illustration of the word paralyzed would have pounced on him in an instant.

In fact, a disinterested observer might have wondered if Innokentiy Arsenovich Kolokoltsov, the Solarian Leagues Permanent Senior Undersecretary for Foreign Affairs, was even breathing as he stared at the images on his display. Shock was part of that paralysis, but only part. And so was disbelief, except that disbelief was far too pale a word for what he was feeling at that moment.

He sat that way for over twenty seconds by Astrid Wangs personal chrono. Then he inhaled explosively, shook himself, and looked up at her.

This is confirmed?

Its the original message from the Manticorans, Sir, Wang replied. The Foreign Minister had the chip couriered straight over, along with the formal note, as soon as hed viewed it.

No, I mean is there any independent confirmation of what theyre saying?

Despite two decades experience in the ways of the Solarian leagues bureaucracy, which included as the Eleventh Commandment Thou shalt never embarrass thy boss by word, deed, or expression, Wang actually blinked in surprise.

Sir, she began a bit cautiously, according to the Manties, this all happened at New Tuscany, and we still dont have independent confirmation of the first incident they say took place there. So

Kolokoltsov grimaced and cut her off with a wave of his hand. Of course it hadnt. In fact, independent confirmation of the first New Tuscany Incidenthe could already hear the newsies capitalizing this onewould take almost another entire T-month, if Josef Byng had followed procedure. The damned Manties sat squarely inside the Leagues communications loop with the Talbott Sector. They could get word of events there to the Sol System in little more than three T-weeks, thanks to their never-to-be-sufficiently-damned wormhole junction, whereas any direct report from New Tuscany to Old Terra would take almost two months to make the journey by dispatch boat. And if it went through the Meyers System headquarters of the Office of Frontier Security, as regulations required, it would take over eleven T-weeks.

And assuming the Manties arent lying and manufacturing all this evidence for some godforsaken reason, any report from Byng has tove been routed by way of Meyers, he thought. If hed shortcut the regulations and sent it directly by way of Mesa and Visigothlike any admiral with a functional brain would have!it wouldve been here eight days ago.

He felt an uncharacteristic urge to rip the display unit from his desk and hurl it across the room. To watch it shatter and bounce back in broken bits and pieces. To curse at the top of his lungs in pure, unprocessed rage. But despite the fact that someone from pre-Diaspora Old Terra would have estimated his age at no more than forty, he was actually eighty-five T-years old. Hed spent almost seventy of those years working his way up to his present position, and now those decades of discipline, of learning how the game was played, came to his rescue. He remembered the Twelfth CommandmentThou shalt never admit the loss of thy composure before thine underlingsand actually managed to smile at his chief of staff.

That was a silly question, wasnt it, Astrid? I guess Im not as immune to the effects of surprise as Id always thought I was.

No, Sir. Wang smiled back, but her own surpriseat the strength of his reaction, as much as at the news itselfstill showed in her blue eyes. I dont think anyone would be, under these circumstances.

Maybe not, but theres going to be hell to pay over this one, he told her, completely unnecessarily. He wondered if hed said it because he still hadnt recovered his mental balance.

Get hold of Wodoslawski, Abruzzi, MacArtney, Quartermain, and Rajampet, he went on. I want them here in Conference One in one hour.

Sir, Admiral Rajampet is meeting with that delegation from the AGs office and

I dont care who hes meeting with, Kolokoltsov said flatly. Just tell him to be here.

Yes, sir. Ah, may I tell him why the meeting is so urgent?

No. Kolokoltsov smiled thinly. If the Manties are telling the truth, I dont want him turning up with any prepared comments. This ones too important for that kind of nonsense.

So whats this all about, anyway? Fleet Admiral Rajampet Kaushal Rajani demanded as he strode into the conference room. He was the last to arrivea circumstance Kolokoltsov had taken some care to arrange.

Rajampet was a small, wiry man, with a dyspeptic personality, well suited to his almost painfully white hair and deeply wrinkled face. Although he remained physically spry and mentally alert, he was a hundred and twenty-three years old, which made him one of the oldest human beings alive. Indeed, when the original first-generation prolong therapy was initially developed, hed missed being too old for it by less than five months.

Hed also been an officer in the Solarian League Navy since he was nineteen, although he hadnt held a space-going command in over half a T-century, and he was rather proud of the fact that he did not suffer fools gladly. (Of course, most of the rest of the human race was composed almost exclusively of fools, in his considered opinion, but Kolokoltsov could hardly quibble with him on that particular point.) Rajampet was also a formidable force within the Solarian Leagues all-powerful bureaucratic hierarchy, although he fell just short of the very uppermost niche. He knew all of the Navys ins and outs, all of its senior admirals, the complex web of its family alliances and patronage, where all the bodies were buried and precisely whose pockets were filled at the trough of the Navys graft and corruption. After all, his own were prominent among them, and he personally controlled the spigots through which all the rest of it flowed.

Now if only the idiot knew what the hell his precious Navy was up to, Kolokoltsov thought coldly.

It seems we have a small problem, Rajani, he said out loud, beckoning the gorgeously bemedaled admiral towards a chair at the table.

It bloody well better not be a small problem, Rajampet muttered, only half under his breath, as he stalked across to the indicated chair.

I beg your pardon? Kolokoltsov said with the air of a man who hadnt quite heard what someone had said.

I was in the middle of a meeting with the Attorney Generals people, Rajampet replied, without apologizing for his earlier comment. They still arent done with all the indictments for those damned trials, which means were only just now getting that whole business with Technodyne sorted out. I promised Omosupe and Agat;he twitched his head at Omosupe Quartermain, Permanent Senior Undersecretary of Commerce, and Permanent Senior Undersecretary of the Treasury Agat Wodoslawskia recommendation on the restructuring by the end of the week. Its taken forever just to get everyone assembled so we could sit down and talk about it, and I dont appreciate being yanked away from something that important.

I can understand why youd resent being interrupted, Rajani, Kolokoltsov said coolly. Unfortunately, this small matters come up and it needs to be dealt with immediately. Andhis dark eyes bored suddenly into Rajampets across the tableunless Im seriously mistaken, its rather closely related to what got Technodyne into trouble in the first place.

What? Rajampet settled the last couple of centimeters into his chair, and his expression was as perplexed as his voice. What are you talking about?