scapegoats. I donât think anyone is intent on actually destroying our campâno one here is liked , but weâre not hated like the clones.â
âSpares.â Heat rose behind Elissaâs eyes, momentarily erasing the fear.
This time Miguel did throw her a glance. âDo I look like I have time to argue semantics? Whatever you and she are, youâre hated. And youâre in danger.â
Calling them clones isnât just semantics! If everyone keeps calling them clones then everyone keeps seeing them as nonhuman and when people attack them it wonât be a big deal because it wonât matter like the way an attack against ordinary people matters. It does matter. It matters what you call them.
âYou must have some SFI craft here, though?â Cadan said. âWhen I was last here, we had flyers, and small amphibious craft for practicing air/space maneuvers. They werenât cleared out at the takeover?â
âNo. IPL requisitioned most of the pilots, but only to fly large craft, not the little two-mans. Theyâre still here.â
âFueled?â
âYes.â
âIPL took the pilots. Do you have anyone who can pilot them, then?â
âTen qualified pilotsâthey arrived well after the takeover, and IPL havenât come back yet to recruit more. And yes, Captain, weâre not completely inept. Weâve been using them to defend the base as best we can. Theyâll be suiting up now.â
âAny cadets? Once theyâre past their first year, theyâll be good enough to defend the base. I can vouch for that, if you needââ
âNo.â Miguelâs voice sounded wry. âTrust me, we canât afford to fetishize rank right nowâweâd use them if we had them. All the SFI personnel here are mostly maintenanceâitâs pure luck weâve ended up with any pilots at all.â His mouth twisted. âWe have a hundred people who can fix the ships, just hardly anyone who can fly them.â
âThe ships, are they armed? Last time we were using blanks.â
âWe fixed that, first thing. Weâve got real firepower.â
âOkay. I can take one ship. If youâd introduce me to the pilot in charge, he can get me up to speed on his defense plan?â
Miguel stared at Cadan. âYouâre staying? Youâre joining our defense crew?â
âWell, not permanently. But yes. We brought this trouble on you. I canât offer to evacuate you allâwell, at least not until Iâve spoken to IPLâbut I can help you defend against any attack that follows us.â
Miguel stared at him a moment longer. âOkay. I get you. Iâll take you to the docking bays.â
âThanks.â
â Youâre thanking me ?ââ There was dry amusement in Miguelâs voice. âAnd what about those kids? Was getting them caught up in this part of your plan?â
Next to Elissa, Lin quivered, indignant. âWeâre not kids. And we can help ââ
âNo,â said Cadan.
âI can! I donât want to go in the sheltersââ
âYouâre not. The base shelters are good, but I defy any air- or ground-based attack to get through the Phoenix âs defenses.â His glance swept from Lin over Elissa and the rest of the crew. âYouâall of youâyouâre getting back on board now.â
It was his crisis-management voice, one of automatic command, and Elissa responded to it, turning back toward the Phoenix , fear making her cold all over again, a little clumsy, her feet numb enough that they didnât seem to be quite connecting with the ground.
All around her, the crew were doing the same, albeit a whole lot more smoothly. If I end up staying with the ship as long as some of them have trained, will I ever learn to be that calm in the face of dangerâ more danger, yet again?
She forced her breathing to slow down. A
Janwillem van de Wetering