Timothy Zahn - Star Song and Other Stories

Clearly, there was something significant here I was missing. "OK," I said.

"Cash. So?"

Rhonda rolled her eyes. "Cash, Jake. The only kind of cash they use on the Freedom's Peace...?"

And with a sudden jolt I had it. Cash.

Reaching over, I unlatched the lid and flipped it up. And there they were, neatly stacked in the velvet padding: a triple row of shiny golden coins.

United Jovian Habitat dollars, one hundred thirty years old each. A currency that hadn't been minted since the Habitats were reabsorbed by Earth over a century ago.

I looked up again at Rhonda. "How many do you have?" I asked, my voice quavering slightly.

"Enough," she said quietly. "I checked a couple of numismatic files on Parex, and it looks like they'll pull in somewhere between a hundred fifty and three hundred thousand neumarks." Reaching across the table, she pushed the box a few centimeters toward me. "They're yours."

There are times in every man's life when pride demands he argue. Far past the end of my financial rope, I knew this wasn't one of them. "Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome," she said. "For all our faults, we're a pretty good crew. It would be a shame to break a team like this up."

I smiled wryly. "Even Jimmy and his youthful impertinences?"

"Listen, buddy, those youthful impertinences stood up with you against a member of the Chen-Mellis family," she reminded me tartly. "And whether he's willing to admit it or not, I think your moral stand back on the Freedom's Peace impressed him a lot."

"I suppose," I said noncommittally. Still, I had to admit in turn that Jimmy's willingness to accept my judgment had impressed me, as well.

Not that I was willing to admit it out loud, of course. Not yet, anyway.

"Still, it's sort of a pain. The problem with moral leadership is that you have to keep being moral for it to do any good. I liked it better when I could get what I wanted by yelling at him."

"Yeah, right," she said, patting my hand in a distinctly sarcastic fashion.

"Don't worry, though—I'm sure you'll be able to handle it."

She smiled slyly. "I, on the other hand, being a lowly engineer, have no need of leadership of any sort, moral or otherwise." She tapped a fingernail against the box of coins. "And I'll tell you right now I intend to take utterly shameless advantage of you over this."

"Ah," I said, scooting my chair over to the cooler. "So, what, you want me to serve you a drink?"

"That's a start," she purred. "And then we're going to sit here together, all nice and cozy, and I'm going to tell you all about the wonderful new engines you're going to buy for me."

"Point Man," copyright © 1987 by Timothy Zahn. First published in New Destinies, vol. 1.

"Hitmen—See Murderers," copyright © 1991 by Timothy Zahn. First published in Amazing Stories, June 1991.

"The Broccoli Factor," copyright © 1990 by Timothy Zahn. First published in Analog, February 1990.

"The Art of War," Copyright © 1997 by Timothy Zahn. First published in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, March 1997.

"The Play's the Thing," Copyright © 1997 by Timothy Zahn. First published in Analog, February 1997.

"Star Song," Copyright © 1997 by Timothy Zahn. First published in Analog, July/August 1997.