Vicky Angel by Jacqueline Wilson. Vicky Peterwald Survivor by Mike Shepherd. Vicky Peterwald Target by Mike Shepherd. Vicky Van by H. Vicky Van by Carolyn Wells. Goodbye Forever Vicky by Latchman Rajrup. He shrugged. It sent a message that needed sending. Messengers have been dying for a long time. The chief and the lieutenant were madly running their black boxes through their paces. Kit spoke for the two. We could probably take him if we got the jump on him.
Around her, her minions settled into watchful alert. He was dressed in an unmarked blue shipsuit, which told Vicky only that he was of the Wasp, but nothing about rank, rate, or status. Most likely he was carried as a contractor, but he could be assigned to anything from weapons to short-order cook flipping burgers in one of the restaurants.
If you catch my meaning. A friend of Kris Longknife, or a friend of mine? Vicky leaned back in her chair. The man chuckled. Not slow at all. I could deadhead back to Wardhaven and wait for some new assignment to come along, or, as I see it, I could sign on with you and start charging hours to your account immediately. The man went on eating for a while, then put down his fork.
The one around my neck is a couple of steps up from the one around your neck. That thing around your neck is the new, fancy self-organizing matrix. Not at all good. Maybe not the best in your Empire, but a whole lot better than any you can buy in a store there. Jack looked around, spotted Vicky, and headed for her table like a herd of charging bulls.
I guess they rushed it into production and distribution. I ought to lock you in the brig and throw away the key. She put her hands in her lap, struck up her most alluring pose, and waited for what would come next.
Vicky knew Jack was just talking. Marine would dare harm a Grand Duchess of the Empire. Life always looks worse on an empty stomach. I do what I will do. At that moment, Captain Drago himself walked into the wardroom. He too, looked around, spotted Vicky, and slow-marched for her table. Very informative. I had no idea any of that took place on our long voyage.
You have one hour to cross the brow headed for the station. Do we understand each other? She locked eyes with the two captains for a long, hard minute. Then both of them turned and stalked toward the exit. We have an hour to get out of here. We leave nothing behind. Now, my computer and yours are in the middle of a major upgrade.
Unless you think you have to look over any of those four shoulders to make sure they get every little thing right, I suggest you stay seated here. He has just jumped into the system and will be docking at High Chance station in twelve hours.
He requests the pleasure of your company for a trip back to Greenfeld, if it pleases you. When I was last synced to the Greenfeld database several months ago, there was a Captain Gort on the battlecruiser Stalker. That ship is now his flag, so I would assume he has been promoted since you were last at Greenfeld. Her power base in the Navy seemed more dependable than the odds of her surviving a trip home on the average liner.
Smith said before forking in a large bite of steak and potatoes. WITH an incoming battlecruiser division, Captain Drago relented on his one-hour deadline and agreed to let them stay until the Imperial fleet arrived and took Vicky off his hands. Vicky put the time to good use. It turned out that Mr. Smith had a few extra grams of the same self-organizing matrix that Vicky had bought on Wardhaven to be the core of her new computer.
Vicky had her own private net! She was returning to the Navy. She chose a simple shipsuit, though of imperial purple, not the usual Greenfeld green. She subdued the imperial by wearing the proper shoulder tabs of a Navy lieutenant. The Sailors took over responsibility for hauling away her trunks and gear.
Doc Maggie joined them at the last minute and added her few things to the collection of baggage going to the Stalker. Is all your damage aft? The two exchanged salutes. She departed the Wasp as smartly as the admiral, and they marched, him at her side, for where his battlecruiser lay at the next pier. She followed him to his in-port cabin. Only when the door closed behind him did he let his face show anything but bland, military neutrality.
You could have sent us a simple message. Vicky felt the blood drain from her face. She had never thought of something so simple as sending out a message. Besides, she had no idea who to address it to. Her dad? The Navy? The admiral paused, his mouth half-open for some retort. That one Vicky had an answer for.
It seemed safer on the Wasp than on the Fury. I think I guessed right. The admiral studied her for a long moment. Vicky studied him right back. He was young to have his own flag; his black hair was showing only flecks of gray. The Navy officer in front of her was more a big brother. The admiral finished his examination and turned from her scrutiny.
Vicky looked around. She saw a standard suite: desk, conference table, a small discussion ring. Vicky settled herself on a red leather settee. The admiral took his own seat in a matching overstuffed leather chair across a low coffee table from her. We engaged the enemy by a battle plan that Kris Longknife developed.
They had no idea how to use them. She came up with a plan, and the admirals went along, sir. Not to his face. You said the aliens were more powerful than Kris Longknife expected. How much more powerful? That drew another whistle. The admiral frowned, not at Vicky but at a space off to the side. There is still much civil unrest. Far too much of the Navy is tied up to stations providing shore parties to back up the local police forces.
There is even talk of forming an army. I was provided copies when I was sent out on this mission. Officially, I was here to show the flag. Our intelligence was receiving a lot of reports from its sources that the Greenfeld fleet was being discounted as good for nothing but bashing in the heads of unarmed hooligans.
We needed to counter that misperception, so it was decided to distribute the battlecruiser fleet by divisions around human space. To show the flag. To show that we could still make it away from the pier and to let the various Navies see the size of our guns. There was the main alien ship, fresh from the jump, looming huge and deadly, filling most all of the screen.
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