“It’s over,” Lunzie panted, “but who won?”

“I sure hope we did,” Pollili breathed, staring up at the sky as the thrum of engines overhead grew louder.

Lunzie rolled over and dared to look up. The FSP warship, its spanking new colours scorched and carbonised and lines etched into its new hull plates by the enemy lasers, hovered majestically over the plateau where the destroyed scout had once rested, and triumphantly descended.

“We sure did.” Pollili’s voice rang with pride.

“That,” declared Lunzie, “is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Singed about the edges, scorched a bit, but beautiful!”

The Zaid-Dayan carried the scout team to rendezvous with the ARCT-10. Zebara’s team was lauded as heroes by the Fleet officers for holding off the pirate invasion until help could arrive. Pollili especially was decorated for “performance far beyond the line of duty.”

“It should have been for sheer invention,” Dondara muttered under his breath.

Pollili was uncomfortable with the praise and asked Lunzie to explain just what she had done which everyone thought was so brilliant.

“I trusted you; now tell me what you trusted me to do,” Pollili complained. When Lunzie gave a brief resume. Poll frowned at her, briefly resuming her “Quinada” mode. “Then you should take some of the credit. You thought up the deception.”

“Not a bit,” Lunzie said. “You did it all. I did nothing but allow you to use latent ingenuity. Chalk it up to the fact that people do extraordinary things when under pressure. In fact, I’d be obliged if you glossed over my part in it to anyone else.”

Pollili shook her head at first but Lunzie gave her a soulfully appealing look. “Well, all right, if that’s what you wish. Zebara says I can’t ask how you did it. Only at least tell me what I said that I don’t remember so I can tell Dondara.”

Lunzie also reassured Dondara that his mate could not snap back into her “Quinada” role. He’d missed it all since he was just returning to the scout just as the ship was blown up. He had been set to wade into the molten wreckage and find some trace of Pollili. He was very proud that his mate was considered hero of the day and constantly groused that the computer record of her stellar performance had been destroyed along with the scout ship. Lunzie was relieved rather than upset and eventually gave Dondara a bowdlerised description of the events.

The other team members had suffered only bruising and burns in their escape, treated by Fleet medical officers in the Zaid-Dayan’s state-of-the-art infirmary. Bringan’s hands and feet were scorched and had been wrapped in coldpacks by the medics. In his scramble from the scout ship, he had been so concerned to preserve the records he salvaged that he hadn’t turned on his force-belt. He also hadn’t realised that he was climbing over melting rock until the soles of his boots began to smoke. He’d had a desperate time trying to pry the boots off with his bare hands.

Zebara had a long burn down his back where a flying piece of metal from the exploding scout had plowed through his flesh. He spent his first eight days aboard the naval cruiser on his belly in an infirmary bed. Lunzie kept him company until he was allowed to get up. She called up musical programs from the well-stocked computer archives or played chess with him. Most of the time, they just talked about everything except pirates. Lunzie found that she had become very fond of the enigmatic heavyworlder.

“I won’t be able to give you the protection you’ll need once we’re back on the ARCT-10,” Zebara said one day. “I’d keep you under my protection if I could but I no longer have a ship.” He grimaced. Lunzie hastened to check his bandages. The heavyworlder captain waved her away. “I had a message from the EEC. I have number one priority to take the next available scout off the assembly line but if I break my toys, I can’t expect a new one right away.” He made a rude noise.

Lunzie laughed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they said just exactly that.”

Zebara became serious. “I’d like to keep you on my team. The others like you. You fit in well with us. To reduce your immediate vulnerability, I’d advise that you take the next available mission ARCT offers. By the time you come back, I should be able to reclaim you permanently.”

“I’d like that, too,” Lunzie admitted. “I’d have the best of all worlds, variety but with a set of permanent companions. I think I would have enjoyed myself on Ambrosia. But how do I queue-jump past other specialists waiting to get on the next mission?”

Zebara gave her his predatory grin. “They owe us a favour after our luring a pirate gunship to destruction. You’ll get a berth in the next exploration available or I’ll start cutting a few Administrators down to size.” He pounded one massive fist into the other to emphasise his point, if not his methodology.