36 ::: Akki

Hurrying to get to the bridge before watch change, Akki took a shortcut through the outlock. In his haste he was halfway across the wide chamber before he noticed anything different.

He did an overhead flip to stop. His gill-lungs heaved, and he cursed himself for an idiot, speeding and doing fancy maneuvers when there just wasn’t enough oxygen available!

Akki looked about. The outlock was as empty as he had ever seen it.

The captain’s gig had been lost at the Shallow Cluster. Heavy sleds and a lot of equipment had been moved to the Thennanin wreck, and Lieutenant Hikahi had taken the skiff there only yesterday.

There was a cluster of activity around the longboat, the last and largest of Streaker’s pinnaces. Several crewfen used mechanical spiders to carry crates into the small spacecraft. Akki forgot his haste to be early on duty, and kicked a lazy spiral toward the activity.

He swam up behind one spider-riding dolphin. The fin’s spider carried a large box in its waldo-arms.

“Hey Sup-peh, v-what’s going on here?” Akki kept his sentences short and simple. He was getting better speaking Anglic in oxywater, but if a Calafian couldn’t speak properly, what were the others to think?

The other dolphin looked up. “Oh, hello, Mr. Akki. Change of orders is what-t. We’re checking the longboat for space worthiness. Also, we been told to load these cratesss.”

“What are vey ... er, what’s in the boxes?”

“Dr. Metz’s records, seemsss-s,” the spider’s third manipulator arm waved toward the pile of waterproof cartons. “Imagine, all our grandparents ‘n’ grandchildren here, listed on mag chips. It gives you a feeling of continuity, don’t it-t-t?”

Sup-peh was from the South Atlantic community, a clan which took pride in quaint speech. Akki wondered if it were really eccentricity as much as plain dimness. “I thought you were on the supply run to the Thennanin ship?” he asked. Sup-peh was usually assigned tasks that required minimal finesse.

“That I were, Mr. Akki. But-t-t those runs have been stopped. The ship’s closed down, didn’t you hear? We’re all swimming in circles t-til it’s clearer about the captain’sss condition.”

“Wvhat?” Akki choked. “ ... the captain ... ?”

“Got hurt in an inspection outside the ship. ‘Lectrocuted, I hear. Barely found him before his breather ran out-t. Been unconscious all this time. Takkata-Jim’s in charge.”

Akki lay there in shock. He was too stunned to notice Sup-peh turn suddenly and hurry back to work as a very large dark figure swam up.

“May I help you, Mister Akki?” The giant dolphin’s tone sounded almost sarcastic.

“K’tha-Jon,” Akki shook himself. “What’s happened to the captain?”

Something in the bosun’s attitude chilled Akki. And it wasn’t just the minimal pretense of respect for Akki’s rank. K’tha-Jon let out a quick squirt of Trinary.

Suggestions come

to me,

How you can know more -- *

Go and ask your

leader,

Who awaits you on the shore -- *

With an almost insolent wave of one harness arm, K’tha-Jon flipped about and swam off to rejoin his workcrew. The wake from his mighty flukes pushed Akki backward two meters. Akki knew better than to call him back. Something in K’tha-Jon’s Trinary triple entendre told him it would be useless. He decided to take it as a warning, and turned to hurry toward the hull lift to the bridge.

He was suddenly aware of how many of the best fen in Streaker’s crew were absent. Tsh’t, Hikahi, Karkaett, S’tat and Lucky Kaa were all gone to the Thennanin wreck. That left K’tha-Jon senior petty officer!

And Keepiru was away as well. Akki hadn’t believed the gossip he had heard about the pilot. He had always thought Keepiru the bravest fin in the crew, besides the fastest swimmer. He wished Keepiru, and Toshio, were here right now. They’d help him find out what was going on!

Near the lift, Akki encountered a group of four Tursiops, clustered in a corner of the outlock doing nothing in particular. They wore morose expressions and lay in listless postures.

“Sus’ta, what’s going on here?” he asked. “Don’t you fen have work to do?”

The messman looked up and twisted his tail in the dolphin’s equivalent of a shrug. “What’sss the point, Mr. Akki?”

“The point ish ... is we do our duty! Come on, what’s got you all in such a f-funk?”

“The c-captain ...” one of the others began.

Akki cut him off: “The captain would be the first to say you should p-p-persevere!” He switched to Trinary.

Focus on the far

Horizon—

On Earth!

Where we are needed -- *

Sus’ta blinked, and tried to drop his forlorn stance. The others followed suit.

“Yesssir, Mr. Akki. We’ll t-try”

Akki nodded. “Very good, then. Carry on in the spirit of K-k-keneenk.”

He entered the lift and clicked out a code for the bridge. As the doors slid shut, he saw the fen swim away, presumably toward their work stations.

Ifni! It had been hard to posture and act reassuring, when all he really wanted to do was squeeze the others for information. But in order to be reassuring he had to seem to know more than they!

Turtle-bites! Disfunctioning motors! How badly is the captain hurt? How will we stand a chance, if Creideiki is taken from us?

He decided to be as innocuous and unnoticed as possible for a while ... until he found out what was going on. He knew a middie was in the most exposed position of all, with an officer’s duties and burdens and none of the protections.

And a middie was always the last to find out what was going on!