Chaining the Lady (24 page)

The other requirement for spaceships was gravity. No better mechanism had been discovered for controlled artificial gravity that centrifugal force. So every major ship had to spin, which meant that it had to have an axis of rotation and be symmetrical; an off-balance ship could not spin effectively. While there was no need for streamlining in space, the requirements of symmetry and light collection produced ships that were fairly simple in outline, and smooth.

Gravity was less of an immediate factor in the water medium of this ship, since the liquid was all-supporting. But gravity was still necessary to avoid the chore of pressurizing the entire ship, and to provide orientation. There had to be an “up” and a “down” or swimming became awkward. Spicans also required the continuing exercise of adjusting to changing pressure; of rising by expanding the tissues, and sinking by contracting them. If these abilities atrophied by too-long immersion in constant pressure, the space-going individuals would be unable to return to their home seas. Solarians faced a similar necessity of gravity, for their muscles atrophied if not constantly exerted. Gravity was not a matter of mere comfort, but of survival.

Melody came to a colored marker suspended in the water. Her host-mind gave warning: this was the boundary of the Sibilant zone. Unlike Solarians, Spicans had to be segregated by gender. Any two genders could associate, but never all three, unless mating was intended, and even then, never in groups.

Melody had excellent reason not to mate. She shied away from the marker. However, this posed a problem: She was an Impact, and the other hostages were Sibilants and an Undulant. She
had
to get into the other zones, and that meant the risk of mating. For once the three genders met, mating was not voluntary. Three together meant immediate mergence and parturition, and a shift of sexual identity for Melody. Of course in one sense it would not matter, while she was in a Spican host, for this same Impact could accommodate a male or a female mind. But it would become impossible to return to her human female host. Melody dreaded to think what forced participation in Spican reproduction would do to her if she were trapped into it in the masculine role. She might forfeit her sanity. She could not turn the function over to her host-mind; the host Spican was borderline insane now, and Chisel of :: would not readily yield control once she recovered it.

Well, Melody knew she would have to manage. Maybe she could report directly to the Captain. She fished for information in the host/hostage minds. He was Llono the Undulant, an experienced, competent spacer and a high-Kirlian, which was why he had not been taken hostage. The few higher-aura entities in the Andromedan invasion squad had been reserved for more important positions.

Good; Melody would be able to relate to him. She thought of he Captain as male, though this was meaningless in the Spican scheme. He had procreated before, therefore he was male by Mintakan definition, even though his next mating might make him a mother. In Sphere Mintaka there was no mother/father distinction, anyway.

She swam for the command chamber, which was around the side of the cup. She used one of the reserved corridors, so that no non-Impacts would be encountered. The water was not in the center of the cup, but in what Solarians thought of as the rib and sides. The center was hollow, to focus and collect the light energy. So she had to follow a broadly circular route.

Fortunately her host, who was Datok the Impact, was off shift now, and free to circulate. When on shift, Datok was Chief of Gunnery, in charge of the huge water bombs that were the primary offensive armament of the ship. Melody was not certain how this weapon operated in space, but she didn't want any squirted at the flagship.

She came to the Undulant markers. No help for it; she dared not use the ship's communications system, as the Communications Officer was a hostage. The Captain was a practical sort; he would not be easy to convince without direct evidence, and that would be impossible to provide without a transfer unit. She would have to convince him of her identity, then have him message the
Ace of Swords
under the code phrase “Lot of *” and get confirmation from Skot.

No, that message would go through Llume, as it was not a short-range shuttle beam. But Llume did not know that code that would distort the response, and leave the Spican Captain unconvinced. No message!

Then how could she convince him? She would simply have to tell him the truth, and hope he was smart enough and objective enough to verify it in his own fashion. If she failed...

“I'm only an old neuter,” she told herself. “I
hate
adventure!”

Then she swam on through the dread Undulant zone toward the command pool.

She was in luck. Captain Llono the undulant ran an “open” pond, and was freely accessible to his officers. His alarm net informed him of Melody's approach, and by the time she arrived he had cleared the pool of other entities.

“Salutation, Datok the Impact,” he said. “What brings you swimming here in such haste, unannounced?” This was, of course, a serious breach of form; an entity could get abruptly merged that way. But the Captain was taking it in stride, in his nonstriding fashion.

“Sir, I must communicate with you privately,” Melody said. “Complete privacy.” She, like he, spoke sonically, using a vibrating mechanism inside her body. Sound was very efficient in water. Too efficient; their exchange would be audible far away.

“My office is secure,” Llono said, swimming gracefully toward it. His general outline was similar to that of Melody's host, but he lacked flippers; he moved by flexing his flattened, sinuous torso. An Undulant in motion was an elegant thing, justly praised in Spican lore.

“Sir, I fear it is not,” Melody called hastily, thinking of the hostage Communications Officer who would surely have the office bugged.

The Captain paused. Her remark about his office was insulting, but again he flowed with the wave, taking no offense. Llono was known for his extreme diplomacy. “Then we shall converse in the garden.”

Melody plunged into her host-memory again. It really had been so much more convenient to have the Yael-host answer her question; this constant spot-research was fatiguing. The garden was the single concession Llono made to his personal creature comfort. He was a career space entity, satisfied to live the rest of his life in the ship. But he missed the pretty vegetative life of his home seas. So he cultivated a garden. This was considered an anomaly, but not a serious one. He allowed officers and crew to swim through it on special occasions, and this contributed greatly to the morale of the ship. It was obvious that he believed Melody was angling for just such a swim, so he obliged. In the general stress engendered by the unexplained destruction of a neighboring spaceship, he was conscious of the needs of his crew. Melody found herself liking him.

They entered the garden. Pastel-colored streamers floated vertically, anchored by organic weights and floats. They formed arches and passages, and they spread a flavor in the water that was delightful. This was a miniature Spican paradise!

There were unlikely to be any mechanical listening devices here; the plants didn't like electrical things, and they also tended to damp out sounds. They glowed faintly, their hues indicating their types. Some, she realized, were actually animals, with intricate filaments combing the water for sustenance, and long vinetails descending to the bottom. The plants needed some light, but the animals could get by without it. The ship's main food supply was a special lake containing hardy edible species of such animals, together with masses of plankton. But the Captain's garden was more natural, seeded with sea-insects as well. Now Melody heard the gentle chirruping the animal-flowers made to attract those insects. Oh, this was lovely!

The captain halted. “Your message, Datok?” Gently spoken, but it better be good.

“I am not Datok,” Melody said. “I am a high-Kirlian transfer agent from Sphere Mintaka. If you touch me, you will feel the strength of my aura.”

This was another social gaffe, with homosexual overtones, as Spicans generally did not touch each other apart from mating. But the Captain's broad-mindedness rose to the occasion again. He undulated toward her, until he touched—barely. Melody felt his aura now, about 110. Very high, for such a position; had the segment had more warning of this crisis, he would have been conscripted for transfer duty.

He evinced surprise. “I did not know auras of that magnitude existed! It must be double mine!”

“Correct, Captain. Mine is the strongest aura recorded in Segment Etamin. I have taken over the body and mind of Datok in order to implement a mission for our galaxy. We are at war again, with Galaxy Andromeda.” Quickly she explained the nature of the hostage threat, and her counter to it.

“This is most serious business,” Captain Llono said. “I must accept your statement of the threat of hostaging, for you are obviously not Datok, and there has been no opportunity for any substitution of physical entities. But I have no certainty that you are not yourself Andromedan.”

That made Melody pause. “Captain, you are astute! I had feared you would not accept my thesis. You are right: I must prove myself to you. But how may I do this?”

“I am inclined to believe you. You would not have informed me of this Andromedan plot if you were yourself such an agent. Still, I am disinclined to take action without verification; your mind might operate more deviously than mine.”

“Yes.” Melody remembered how she had assumed that Captain Dash Boyd of the
Ace of Swords
was loyal. Assumptions were treacherous. “I could relate to you certain obscure facts of Mintakan culture.”

“I am not conversant with Sphere Mintaka, except with respect to space armament.”

”I don't know anything about armament, Captain I was a mere old maid, unversed in military matters.”

“Interesting you should mention your mating status. In this lies the proof.”

“Captain I don't understand.” But she had a cold premonition.

“When a Spican trio merges in the act of reproduction, the flesh and nervous systems overlap. The thoughts of each become known to the others, enhancing the unity. Generally these are notions of copulative appreciation, but a question of identity would also be clarified.”

Beautiful! No deceit among lovers. But– ”Captain, I can't do it.”

“Does the notion of merging with me repulse you?” Llono inquired sardonically. Obviously it was her galactic loyalty he was questioning; interpersonal attraction had little to do with Spican mating. Her refusal threw her whole statement into doubt.

“Captain, such mergence would very likely destroy me,” she said. “I would be unable to return to my human host.”

“Why would you
want
to?”

“I–” She stopped, unable to explain because she did not understand it herself. If she became male, she could transfer to male hosts, and eliminate some of the male hostages that seemed to be in the majority. Why not? “I'm an old female neuter,” she said, aware that this concept, virtually a crutch to her thinking, was not particularly clear to a non-Mintakan. “I can't change
now.
” Ridiculous but true. She saw suddenly that this was another reason that she had never budded; she had become accustomed to her status, and didn't care to change it. Such shifts of gender were all right for young entities, who could adapt to the new set of relationships, but she was far from young, and had grown much accustomed to her preset status. She simply could not
feel
herself as male.

“I regret the necessity,” Llono said. “But the matter you have raised is too vital to the welfare of our galaxy. I must insist.” He made a short piercing call.

Another entity appeared. It was a Sibilant, jetting rapidly toward them in answer to the Captain's summons. The third gender.

For a moment Melody froze in place. She knew Llono was correct; the matter had to be decided, and this was the way to do it. She could not preserve her gender at the price of her galaxy. She played an internal chord of leavetaking from her human host, Yael of Dragon. Melody had come to love that girlchild, in her fashion. There was another hidden motive surfacing in this instant of truth. How would Yael function by herself, bereft of transfer aura?

Then she recognized, via the host/hostage minds, the approaching Spican. It was Zysax the Sibilant, ship Communications Officer—and a hostage.

Melody's flippers churned the water as she stroked rapidly away, almost getting snagged on one of the plants. Now she was really in trouble! The hostage would quickly catch on, and convince the Captain that Melody, not Zysax, was the enemy. Even now Zysax and Llono were coming together, comparing notes.

“What the discordance am I made of?” Melody demanded of herself. “The hostage is the very one I want in this trio!”

She turned and stroked even more vigorously back toward the pair. Zysax did not see her; he was preoccupied by what the Captain was telling him. Llono saw her, but stayed put.

Melody gave a final heave of her flippers and launched into the pair. The force of collision shoved her flesh right through theirs.

Suddenly they were in the throes of mergence. “What have I done?” Melody asked herself in the despairing ecstasy of union, knowing that she had
had
to do it, whatever the personal consequence.

You have proven your identity, Melody of Mintaka,
Llono answered along her/their nerves.
And you, Zysax, are hostage to a :: of Andromeda.

::
I am betrayed!
:: the alien entity cried.

Melody sympathized, for her own reasons.

They climaxed in a literal explosion. The three entities flew apart, and a mass of merged flesh was torn from the bodies of Llono and Zysax. The Sibilant was now the parent of a little Sibilant, and Llono was the sire.

Zysax and her baby slid out of sight beyond the veil of plants, driven by the force of the reproductive schism. It was important that there be an immediate separation after mergence, so that a trio would not be trapped into another cycle of mating. The Captain swam back, his body reorganizing after the loss of a sizable segment of flesh. Spicans were not solid in the manner of Solarians or Mintakans; their flesh was frothy and malleable, and the deletion of a chunk meant only a temporary inconvenience.