Jack Campbell - Victorious

To Paul Parsons,

a man of great enthusiasms, a great mind, and a great heart, all of which he shared in abundance with the many who will miss him.

For S., as always.

I remain indebted to my agent, Joshua Bilmes, for his ever-inspired suggestions and assistance, and to my editor, Anne Sowards, for her support and editing. Thanks also to Catherine Asaro, Robert Chase, Chuck Gannon, J. G. (Huck) Huckenpohler, Simcha Kuritzky, Michael LaViolette, Aly Parsons, Bud Sparhawk, and Constance A. Warner for their suggestions, comments, and recommendations. Thanks also to Charles Petit for his suggestions about space engagements.

He had faced death many times and would cheerfully do so again rather than attend this briefing.

Youre not going to face a firing squad, Captain Tanya Desjani reminded him. Youre going to brief the Alliance grand council.

Captain John Geary turned his head slightly to look directly at Captain Desjani, commanding officer of Gearys flagship, the battle cruiser Dauntless. Remind me again of the difference.

The politicians arent supposed to be carrying weapons, and theyre more afraid of you than you are of them. Relax. If they see you this tense, theyll believe you really are planning a coup. Desjani made a face. You should know that theyre accompanied by Admiral Otropa.

Admiral Otropa? Geary had literally been out of the loop for a century, so his knowledge of current officers was limited to those in the ships of the fleet itself.

Desjani nodded, somehow investing the simple gesture with disdain that obviously wasnt aimed at Geary.

Military aide to the grand council. Dont worry about the grand council trying to hand command of the fleet to him. No one would accept Otropa the Anvil as fleet commander in place of you.

Geary looked back at his reflection, feeling nervous and uncomfortable in his dress uniform. He had never enjoyed briefings, and a hundred years ago he would never have imagined that he would be called upon personally to brief the grand council. The Anvil? That sounds like a strong nickname.

Hes called the Anvil because hes been beaten so often, Desjani explained. With his political talents far exceeding his military skills, Otropa finally figured out that the position of military aide to the grand council was risk-free.

Geary almost choked as he tried to swallow a laugh. I guess there are worse nicknames than Black Jack.

Many worse ones. Out of the corner of his eye, Geary saw Desjani cock her head to one side questioningly. Youve never told me how you picked up the Black Jack name or why you dont like it. Like every schoolkid in the Alliance, I learned the official story in your biographies, but that story doesnt explain your feelings about the nickname.

He glanced her way. Whats the official story? Since being awakened from survival sleep in a lost and damaged escape pod, hed made an effort to avoid reading the authorized accounts of his supposed heroic nature.

That you never got a red deficiency or failure mark in evaluations of yourself or any units under your command, Desjani explained. Your marks were always meets or exceeds expectations black, hence Black Jack.

Ancestors preserve us. Geary tried to keep from breaking into laughter. Anyone who really looked at my records would know that wasnt true.

So what is the truth?

I should have at least one secret from you.

As long as its a personal secret. The captain of your flagship needs to know all of your professional secrets. She paused before speaking again. This meeting with the grand council. Have you told me everything? Are you going to do as you told me?

Yes, and yes. He turned to face her fully, letting his worries show. As commander of the fleet, Geary had been forced to project confidence publicly no matter how bad things got. Desjani was one of the few people to whom he could reveal his qualms. Itll be a tightrope act. I need to convince them of what we have to do, convince them to order me to do it, and not make them think Im taking over the government.

Desjani nodded, seeming not the least bit concerned herself. Youll do fine, sir. Ill go make sure everything is ready at the shuttle dock for your flight to Ambaru station while you straighten up your uniform. She saluted with careful precision, then pivoted and left.

Geary kept his eyes on the hatch to his stateroom after it had shut behind Desjani. Hed have the perfect professional relationship with Tanya Desjani except for the fact that hed done the incredibly unprofessional thing of falling in love with her. Not that hed ever openly said that, or ever would. Not while she was his subordinate. It didnt help that she apparently felt the same way about him, even though neither of them could openly speak of it or act on it in any way. That should have felt like a small problem in a universe a century removed from his own, where the Alliance believed him to be a mythical hero returned from the dead, where an unwinnable war had been raging for that entire century between the Alliance and the Syndicate Worlds, and where the worn-out citizens of the Alliance were so disgusted with their own political leaders that they would have welcomed him declaring himself dictator. Sometimes, though, that small personal problem felt like the hardest thing to endure.

He focused back on his reflection, not able to spot any imperfections in his uniform but knowing that Desjani wouldnt have dropped that broad hint about straightening up if she hadnt seen something. Scowling, Geary moved a few things a fraction of a millimeter, his eyes going to the multipointed Alliance Star hanging just beneath his collar. He didnt like wearing the medal awarded him after his supposed death in a last-stand battle a century ago, not feeling that he had really earned such an honor, but regulations demanded that an officer in dress uniform wear all insignia, decorations, awards, ribbons, and medals to which that officer is entitled. He couldnt afford to pick and choose which regulations to follow because he knew that he had the power to do just that, and if he started, he had no idea where it might end.

As he began to leave, his comm alert sounded. Geary slapped the acknowledgment and saw the image of Captain Badaya appear, smiling confidently and apparently standing before Geary even though Badaya was physically still located aboard his own ship. Good morning, Captain. Badaya beamed.

Thanks. I was just about to leave to meet with the grand council. He had to handle Badaya carefully. Although Badaya technically was simply commanding officer of the battle cruiser Illustrious, he also led the faction of the fleet that would, without a second thought, back Geary as military dictator. Since that faction made up almost the entire fleet now, Geary had to ensure they didnt launch such a coup. Since assuming command of the fleet, he had gone from worrying about mutiny against himself to worrying about mutiny against the Alliance itself in his name.

Badaya nodded, his smile getting harder. Some of the captains wanted to move some battleships over near Ambaru station just to remind the grand council whos really in charge, but I told them that wasnt how you were playing it.

Exactly, Geary agreed, trying not to sound too relieved.

We have to maintain the image that the grand council is still in charge. That was the cover story he was using with Badaya anyway. If the grand council ordered Geary to do something the fleet knew Geary wouldnt have chosen to do, Geary would feel obligated to follow those orders or resign, and all hell would probably break loose.

Rione will help you handle them, Badaya noted with a dismissive gesture. Youve got her in your pocket, and shell keep the other politicians in line. Since you say time is tight, Id better let you go, sir. With a final parting grin and a salute, Badayas image vanished.