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Authors: C. J. Cherryh
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when she saw what was toward, and there had been starkest horror in her eyes, which the kif might well have attributed to seeing herself shunted aside for a kifish escort-correct; but for the wrong reasons.
But the kid, in fact, had kept her mouth clamped shut and taken it all in grim silence. Gods knew Hilfy would probably say something considerable when she got topside, which was probably where she had gone the moment that lock shut, topside so fast the deck would smoke.
A strobe light began to flash behind them, pulses hitting the gantries and the girders; she knew what it was, knew when Kesurinan turned, and when the kif turned in one move- "Kkkt," one said, "kkkt--"
And looked back at her again as the others did, head lifted in threat, tongue darting in nervousness: his rifle slid to his hands.
Pyanfar only stood there. Grinned at him, which was not humor in a hani as it was in a mahendo'sat or a human; but which at this moment approached it. The Pride of Chanur had just powered up and the sensors on the gantry-fed power lines had just shut off the flow and triggered an alarm, the same alarm that would have sounded when Goldtooth's Mahijiru and Ehrran's Vigilance had powered up to leave dock-if the station had not been too occupied for anyone to react to it. "We're not leaving," she said to the kif quite cheerfully. "It's honorific. So you know who you're dealing with-Praise to the hakkikt."
Kif might be blind to a great many things: not to sarcasm and not to arrogance and not to a gesture made to the whole of Kefk station and the whole of the hakkikt's power. They would not rally to their hakkikt in the sense that hani would rally round a leader; she bet her life on that; he was just The Hakkikt and there might arise another without warning. Kif would not defend him against someone of status enough to make that kind of gesture to him: such a status only made them uneasy, in the absence of orders which might have told them how the hakkikt would play the matter. They could anger the hakkikt by creating him a problem, too. She faced a pair of very uneasy kif. And grinned in something very like primate humor as she turned and walked down the dock as she had already done, with the kif at her back, with Kesurinan at her side and Skukkuk guarding her flank, armed and deadly. That was perhaps another very worried kif: his own hakt'-mekt, his great captain, had just defied the highest power in local space.
She had just served notice to that Power what the stakes were, by the gods; and what her life was worth to her crew.
That was power of a sort no kif wielded, of a sort no kif could easily foresee.
Martyrdom was a concept that had gotten a shiver even out of Sikkukkut.
"Word from Harukk," Hilfy said, coldly and calmly as she could, though her hand trembled as it hovered over the com console: "Quote: We demand cause for this violation of regulations."
"Reply:" said Haral Araun, her low voice quite calm, "We have obeyed instructions from our captain."
The hair rose on Hilfy Chanur's spine. She was more fluent in main-kifish than most hani, than most communications officers far senior to her, in fact. And what Haral was telling the kif was precisely the correct response, a very kifish thing to say, whether or not the old spacer knew it: Hilfy would have bet her scant possessions that Haral had calculated it, not by book-learning, but by decades of dockside give and take with the kif. She punched in and rendered it in main-kifish to the hakkikt's communications officer, who let a considerable stark silence ride after it.
Click.
"Harukk-com just went offline," Hilfy said, still calmly, though her heart was slamming away at her ribs. Beside her, Tully and Geran and Khym sat keeping an eye on scan, on the limited view they had with their nose into station and the scan output from station. Tirun Araun ran Haral's copilot functions from her post over by the aft bulkhead, the master-alternate, acting as switcher and
But the kid, in fact, had kept her mouth clamped shut and taken it all in grim silence. Gods knew Hilfy would probably say something considerable when she got topside, which was probably where she had gone the moment that lock shut, topside so fast the deck would smoke.
A strobe light began to flash behind them, pulses hitting the gantries and the girders; she knew what it was, knew when Kesurinan turned, and when the kif turned in one move- "Kkkt," one said, "kkkt--"
And looked back at her again as the others did, head lifted in threat, tongue darting in nervousness: his rifle slid to his hands.
Pyanfar only stood there. Grinned at him, which was not humor in a hani as it was in a mahendo'sat or a human; but which at this moment approached it. The Pride of Chanur had just powered up and the sensors on the gantry-fed power lines had just shut off the flow and triggered an alarm, the same alarm that would have sounded when Goldtooth's Mahijiru and Ehrran's Vigilance had powered up to leave dock-if the station had not been too occupied for anyone to react to it. "We're not leaving," she said to the kif quite cheerfully. "It's honorific. So you know who you're dealing with-Praise to the hakkikt."
Kif might be blind to a great many things: not to sarcasm and not to arrogance and not to a gesture made to the whole of Kefk station and the whole of the hakkikt's power. They would not rally to their hakkikt in the sense that hani would rally round a leader; she bet her life on that; he was just The Hakkikt and there might arise another without warning. Kif would not defend him against someone of status enough to make that kind of gesture to him: such a status only made them uneasy, in the absence of orders which might have told them how the hakkikt would play the matter. They could anger the hakkikt by creating him a problem, too. She faced a pair of very uneasy kif. And grinned in something very like primate humor as she turned and walked down the dock as she had already done, with the kif at her back, with Kesurinan at her side and Skukkuk guarding her flank, armed and deadly. That was perhaps another very worried kif: his own hakt'-mekt, his great captain, had just defied the highest power in local space.
She had just served notice to that Power what the stakes were, by the gods; and what her life was worth to her crew.
That was power of a sort no kif wielded, of a sort no kif could easily foresee.
Martyrdom was a concept that had gotten a shiver even out of Sikkukkut.
"Word from Harukk," Hilfy said, coldly and calmly as she could, though her hand trembled as it hovered over the com console: "Quote: We demand cause for this violation of regulations."
"Reply:" said Haral Araun, her low voice quite calm, "We have obeyed instructions from our captain."
The hair rose on Hilfy Chanur's spine. She was more fluent in main-kifish than most hani, than most communications officers far senior to her, in fact. And what Haral was telling the kif was precisely the correct response, a very kifish thing to say, whether or not the old spacer knew it: Hilfy would have bet her scant possessions that Haral had calculated it, not by book-learning, but by decades of dockside give and take with the kif. She punched in and rendered it in main-kifish to the hakkikt's communications officer, who let a considerable stark silence ride after it.
Click.
"Harukk-com just went offline," Hilfy said, still calmly, though her heart was slamming away at her ribs. Beside her, Tully and Geran and Khym sat keeping an eye on scan, on the limited view they had with their nose into station and the scan output from station. Tirun Araun ran Haral's copilot functions from her post over by the aft bulkhead, the master-alternate, acting as switcher and
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