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Kona said, “You must have had the elements set aside to finish the deck.”

“Yes,” Urban agreed. “And I still have them. I could finish the deck. But that would leave nothing. No reserves. No way to grow another outrider. And I’m already down to four. If I lose another—”

“You’re saying our people have to wait,” Clemantine interrupted, “while you devote resources to re-growing your fleet?”

“ No . I don’t have the resources to re-grow both outriders. I’d have to cannibalize the gee deck to do it, and while the Engineer thinks we could do that, there’s risk involved, a possibility of destabilizing the boundaries, and even if that didn’t happen, we’d run a similar risk starting all over again later—”

Clemantine cut him off. “We are not cannibalizing the gee deck.”

“I agree,” he said, gripping a wall loop to stabilize himself. “That is not going to happen.”

“Do we even need to replace the outriders?” Kona asked. “Can we go with just the four ships we have left? Even three might be enough.”

To Urban’s surprise, Clemantine answered this. “The Scholar believes we’re vulnerable to a stealth Chenzeme attack without all six outriders monitoring the Near Vicinity.”

“It’s true,” Urban said. “The Pilot will tell you the same thing. And you’ve seen now how easily the outriders can be destroyed. We’re a long way from the Hallowed Vasties. There’s a real chance we’ll lose another before we get there.”

Vytet said, “I don’t think anyone is arguing against the advantage of a full fleet. If six is the ideal number, six is the number we should aim for. The question is, how do you intend to replace them? We are deep in the void. There is nothing out here but us. Must we divert to a planetary system?”

“It will take decades to set up a mining operation,” Kona said, his forehead wrinkled in thought as if he was already planning key steps in the operation.

“That’s not what we’re going to do,” Urban said. He drew a deep breath, then plunged ahead. “ Dragon is a predator. It hunts other ships to consume them, to use their mass, to harvest the rare elements they carry. That’s how its sustained. That’s how it grows. That’s how I’ve been able to grow the fleet of outriders.”

“Other ships?” Clemantine asked. “What other ships?”

“Right,” he said. “The only ships you’re ever going to see out here are Chenzeme coursers. I hunt Chenzeme coursers. I’ve done it twice before.”

Clemantine ducked her chin. Her eyes narrowed. Urban imagined he could taste her fury. Instinct warned him to open the distance between them, but he stayed.

“You can’t be serious,” Kona said.

“I am.”

Clemantine said, “I didn’t see anything about this in the ship’s history.”

“I know. I kept it hidden.”

Her hand squeezed into a fist. “You promised me you’d kept nothing hidden.”

“Nothing about the Null Boundary Expedition,” he said weakly.

Her eyes widened, shock and hurt and a sense of betrayal in her gaze. “So this is it,” she said acidly. “This is what you’ve been hiding, what you’ve been afraid to tell me. I knew there was something.”

“I couldn’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“You wouldn’t have come.”

Seconds passed as she considered this. Then she nodded slowly—“You’re right”—her anger unabated.

“It’s different now,” he said quickly. “You’re different. You’ve been on the high bridge. You’ve commanded the ship. You know we can do this. You can do it. Destroy another courser. Take it apart. Ensure it never attacks another world, never takes another life. You can do that.”

He held out a hand to her, hoping she would yield, that she would concede him some measure of forgiveness, but she refused. “You asked me to trust you,” she said.

Kona scowled fiercely. “So this was your plan from the start?”

“Yes,” Urban confirmed. “It was always the plan.”

“How can it work?” Vytet demanded to know. “ Dragon is a hybrid ship. If you take us close to another courser, it’s going to recognize our alien nature. It has to—and it will do all it can to kill us.”

“I know how to put on an acceptable appearance,” Urban insisted. He hesitated at the irony in this claim, but then he pushed on. “Our target won’t know what we are until it’s too late.”

He turned to Clemantine again. “You know how it works. You’ve seen it before. One courser. That’s all we need, and we’ll be able to fill up our reserves, grow new outriders, finish the gee deck, resurrect everyone in the ship’s company, and still have a margin for future projects. We have to do this. There’s no choice in it. It would be dangerous to go into the Hallowed Vasties without reserves. It would be foolish. We have no idea what we’ll find there, no idea what kind of ancillary defenses we’ll need. We need to be ready.”

“There is a choice,” Kona said, looking thoughtfully at Clemantine.

She nodded her agreement, turned to Urban, and said, “There is the choice to go back.”

His heart boomed. He couldn’t read her, couldn’t tell if she meant it. “Is that what you want?” he asked, low-voiced, hearing his own resentment. “Retreat?”

“No,” she said in a dangerous purr. “You’re right. It’s different now that I’ve been on the high bridge.” The hard line of her lips curled into a snarl… or maybe she meant it as a smile. “Let’s hunt.”

Dragon followed a navigational path that would bypass the clustered stars of the Committee. Chenzeme ships had hunted first among those stars, scourging inhabited worlds. Historians believed the Chenzeme had pushed on from there, venturing ever deeper into human-settled space, just as Urban was doing. He felt sure he would be able to find a courser still prowling among the star systems that lay along his route to the Hallowed Vasties.

The four outriders kept watch over the Near Vicinity. Adapting to their reduced numbers, they coordinated scopes and sensors to continue their ongoing survey of the void.

A DI combed the collected data. It updated the library’s star maps, logging positions of the myriad red dwarfs that were everywhere in the galaxy. It also sought anomalies, looking specifically for the spectra of luminous philosopher cells and for gamma-ray bursts that might be a grim indication of a new assault against some surviving settlement. The DI looked for gravitational perturbations too, in an effort to detect the presence of a stealthed courser powered by a zero-point reef.

Urban also searched with Chenzeme senses. On the high bridge, with Clemantine observing, he entered into a conversation with the philosopher cells. As always, they were immersed in an instinctive hunt for other lifeforms. He shifted their focus by introducing a new argument:

– find another –

This was an instinctive task too and the cells consented without protest. Their luminosity was always a signal to other Chenzeme ships and might be enough to draw one in. He hoped so. Let the other ship take the risk of acceleration.

*Now we wait , Urban told Clemantine.

*It might be years before we find one , Clemantine said.

Urban warned her , *It might be centuries.

*If we don’t find one, we’ll need to set up a mining operation somewhere, like Kona said.

*It’s an option, but I don’t want to take the time. Better to take out one of our enemy’s ships. Don’t you think? That, after all, was the argument that had persuaded her to stay.