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quarters are heavily damaged. There’s no way in or out, without landing on the hull and cutting our way in.”
    “The problem with that is that the Odhiambo ’s power systems are damaged,” Oi said. “They could go at any time. If we send rescue crews and the ship goes up, we lose our people as well as theirs.”
    “You can’t just leave them trapped there,” Byrne said, staring at Oi.
    “We have to rationally judge the risks involved,” Oi said, staring back. It turned to face the room. “And we have to make a decision soon.” It pointed to the image of the Odhiambo. “The ship is three and a half serti from impact, but we don’t have that much time. Right now, if we destroy the ship with our defenses, it’s far enough away that we can control the debris and minimize any damage to ourselves and other ships. After that serti, it becomes progressively harder to contain the possible damage. Add to that the fact the ship can go at any time, in which case its destruction is uncontrolled, which makes our risks greater.”
    Tarsem turned to Ghalfin. “Loom?” he said.
    “Director Oi’s not wrong,” she said. “Controlled destruction of the Odhiambo is the best option and the sooner the better. We cannot allow it to impact, and the longer we wait the more chance the ship’s power systems will rupture.”
    “That means potentially sacrificing the diplomats,” I said. “Which is an unacceptable option.”
    “I agree,” said Lause, looking at Oi. “If the Conclave doesn’t at least make the attempt to save them, what does that say about us?”
    “You’re asking our rescue crews to risk their own lives,” Oi said.
    “Which is part of their job,” Lause said.
    “Yes, but not stupidly,” Oi replied. It turned to Ghalfin. “Your estimate for the Odhiambo ’s power systems to fail, please.”
    “In the next serti?” Ghalfin asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Given the damage we know about, I’d say sixty percent,” Ghalfin said. “Which means realistically the chance is greater, because the damage we know about is the bare minimum possible.”
    “We’re asking our people to go to their deaths, almost certainly,” Oi said.
    “Ms. Byrne,” Tarsem said. “I want to know your thoughts.”
    Byrne took a moment to collect herself. “I can’t tell you I don’t want you to save my people,” she said. “I can’t even tell you that I will entirely understand if you didn’t. What I can say is that if you don’t, I’ll recommend to the governments of Earth that your refusal to act not be a factor in future discussions.”
    Tarsem looked at me after the comment. I stared back, silently, knowing that after all this time he would almost certainly know what I thought of Byrne’s realpolitik answer.
    “How long until we can have rescue crews on the way?” Tarsem asked Ghalfin.
    “They’ve been prepping since the Odhiambo ’s first distress call,” Ghalfin said. “They’re ready to go when you want them.”
    “I want them,” Tarsem said. “Send them, please.”
    Ghalfin nodded, and turned to a subordinate, who handed her a headset conforming to her species. Tarsem turned to Byrne. “We’ll get them out, Regan.”
    “Thank you, General,” Byrne said. Her relief flowed off her like a waterfall.
    “General, we have a complication,” Ghalfin said.
    “What is it?”
    “Hold on—” Ghalfin held up a hand while she listened into her headset. “A rescue attempt is already under way.”
    “By whom and under what authority?” I asked.
    “It’s being undertaken by the Chandler, ” Ghalfin said, after a moment of listening to her headset. “It’s a human ship, from the Colonial Union. It skipped in right around the time we started this meeting.”
    I looked over to Tarsem, who was smiling at me. I knew what that meant. It meant, Now aren’t you glad I decided to meet with the Colonials despite your advice.
    “What do you want to do now?” Ghalfin asked Tarsem.
    “I want you to tell the