Brainship 01 - The Ship Who Sang (1985) by McCaffrey Anne

Author:McCaffrey, Anne [McCaffrey, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 1985-01-15T05:00:00+00:00

“God spare me your tongue when you’re really mad. Actually Chadress Turo has been called back on active duty ...”

“Another temporary? No, absolutely not.”

“For this assignment, some ships would change brawns in a flash. Blast it all, Helva,” Parollan shouted, “don’t be such an ass. Listen to me. You’ve never before been stubborn for the wrong reasons.”

Helva digested that unpalatable charge in silence.

“I’ll listen.”

*That’s more like my Helva,”

“I’m not your Helva.”

“You sound like Ansra Colmer.”

Helva sputtered indignantly.

“You do, throwing your weight around ...” Niall insisted.

“She hasn’t been trying to scratch Solar Prane from the mission, has she? Because if she has ...”

“She’s got very influential backing,” Niall said, but something in his attitude, a certain tenseness, a sly gleam in his eye, warned Helva.

She chuckled softly, watching the effect on him. He reacted.

“I thought so,” she laughed aloud. “Her backing won’t mean anything if the probability curve still favors Prane. And nothing’s occurred to change that, has it?”

“Trust actors to blab all over the place,” Niall growled, his features screwed up into a sour expression. “You must have stayed up all night listening to their nightmares.”

“I told you there had been some real interesting lifelike dramatic interludes. Let me know if she leans too hard on Prane.”

Niall’s head shot up, his face cleared of disappointment.

“Look, Helva, can’t you see how valuable you’d be? You’re on to Ansra. Do you realize she’s gone from ship to ship, sounding out brains and brawn? That she’s recommending the properly sympathetic partnership to Chief Railly which will aid and abet the success of the mission?”

“Wouldn’t put it past her. If I were you, I’d get Davo Fillanaser to cite the jeopardy clause on her. She means to upstage Romeo.”

“I know it!” Niall exploded from the couch, pacing the cabin. “And you know it. But she does have pull and the probability profile still favors her as Juliet. We can’t shake it. We need you!”

Pointedly, Helva said nothing.

“Prane asked if you were available.”

“Is this an official notice of mission, supervisor?”

“It carries a triple bonus, Helva.” He was not capitulating.

“I wouldn’t care if it carried a free maintenance ticket for my operable lifetime, Parollan. I know my rights. Is this an official notice of mission?”

“You stubborn, fardling jackass of a titanium-coated virgin!” shouted Parollan. He turned on his heel and pounded out of the cabin, slapped up the lock release and jammed down the lift control, descending without another look in her direction.

Helva glared at him, infuriated to the core by his compound insults, arrogant manners, twisted arguments, veiled blackmail and outright bribery. How he had ever got to be a supervisor she didn’t know, but she had her rights and one of them was to choose her directing personnel and ...

Someone was requesting permission to board.

“If you’ve come to apologize, Niall Parollan ...”

“Apologize? Are we late or something? They just now gave us the A-O,” a baritone voice shouted into her audios.

She paused long enough to distinguish half a dozen chattering voices.

“Who wants to board?” she demanded.

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