The City Who Fought
drive coils of the ancient, crumbling vessel. Ghost memories of the ship when it was young and strong haunted him, confusing his responses. His own nutrient and oxygen feeds kept slipping past redline, and each time the emergency adjustments took longer to swing the indicators back.
    We will not make Rigel Base, Guiyon knew. He would not, and the ship would not. And if they could, the softshells on board most certainly would not. I must select an alternate destination.
    If there is one.

CHAPTER THREE
    "Is it really necessary to inspect in person, Ms. Hap?" the detection systems chief said. "We have a virtual system for remotes," he went on helpfully.
    "No substitute for hands on," Channa said with determined cheerfulness.
    She reached up to the hatchway and chinned herself, sliding into the narrow inspection corridor. "Hand me up the toolkit, will you?"

    * * *
Two hours later the chief stood rigidly as Channa finished her checklist. His skin was a muddy gray under the natural brown, and he seemed to be shaking slightly.
    " . . . and deviations are more than thirty percent beyond approved," she said crisply.
    "Ms. Hap"—the luckless bureaucrat said, trying to cut in once more—"those long-range systems are purely backup. They haven't been used since the SSS was commissioned!" At her raised eyebrow, he continued hurriedly, "Besides, I'm understaffed, and—"
    "Chief Doak," she went on. "Regular personal inspections are standard procedure in all installations of this type. I don't care if the equipment is used infrequently. Backups exist for an emergency when they had better be able to perform the functions for which they were designed. And I don't care if you send in the remotes every so often. Machinery does what you tell it to do, whether that's the right thing or not.
    Experienced technicians are supposed to have a feel for their equipment. Your people obviously don't.
    This isn't satisfactory. Is that understood?"
    "Yes, Ms. Hap," he said woodenly.
    Bitch, she read in his eye. That's fine. You have your right to an opinion of me, and I have a right to expect you to do your work, she thought, turning and striding briskly for the door.

    "I don't care what anyone says, Ms. Hap. I think you're going to do a great job."
    It was one of the communications technicians. Channa smiled pleasantly at her and said softly, noting her name tag. "Frankly, Ms. . . . Foss, I don't give a damn what you think. I'm only concerned with the quality of your work. Which, at the moment, you're not doing." She continued down the corridor.
    "Excuse me." Simeon said to Channa when she was out of earshot.
    "Yes?"
    "Did you have to be so nasty to her?"
    "Simeon, it would be unprofessional of me to allow people to choose up sides like that. We can chew out a section chief, but interfering in the chain of command is petty and divisive and causes morale problems.
    Perhaps I'm not going to be here very long, and I'm unwilling to leave that sort of mess for someone else to sort out. You've got to nip these things in the bud."
    "Nipping is one thing. You cut her off at the knees."
    "Oh, I see. You think I was unkind."
    "You were ! In fact, you were downright cruel."
    Channa stood a moment, hands on hips, looking down thoughtfully. Then she shifted her weight and crossed her arms. "Simeon, I noticed that Tell Radon was here twelve years longer than standard retirement date."
    "He wasn't ready to go," Simeon replied suspiciously.
    "But six years ago he submitted his resignation."
    "He changed his mind and withdrew it. I wasn't about to force him out. He's a friend."
    "Un-hunh. Well, when I glanced over some of the meeting records for the last few years, I couldn't help but notice that everyone behaved as though he wasn't there. On the infrequent occasions when he did make a contribution, it was immediately questioned. Or don't the words 'Is that right, Simeon' sound familiar?"
    "So what are you getting at?"
    "I'm getting at the basic difference in our
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