Table of Contents
Praise
ALSO AVAILABLE BY MIKE RESNICK
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
APPENDIXES
Appendix One - THE ORIGIN OF THE BIRTHRIGHT UNIVERSE
Appendix Two - THE LAYOUT OF THE BIRTHRIGHT UNIVERSE
Appendix Three - CHRONOLOGY OF THE BIRTHRIGHT UNIVERSE
Appendix Four - SINGAPORE STATION A Short Infrastructure History
Appendix Five - DUKE’S PLACE CASINO SCHEMATIC
Appendix Six - PIRATE QUEENS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Praise for Starship: Mutiny
“Just the kind of easygoing and unabashedly old-school space opera romp for which we’ve come to know and love [Mike Resnick] . . . whip-smart, fast-paced pure entertainment . . . simply pure escapism, impossible to resist by anyone who still remembers that good old-fashioned sense of wonder.” —SF Reviews “Resnick’s writing is effortless, full of snappy dialogue and a fast-moving plot. . . . This is high-quality work. . . . There’s a veneer of quality and above all believability that makes this heads above many space operas. . . . It’s damn good fun.” —SFCrowsnest Praise for Starship: Pirate
“A memorable ride with a handful of Resnick’s trademark oddball characters, a shipload of faster-than-light buccaneers, and a pirate queen to die for, all lightly seasoned by Charles Dickens. A rollicking good time.” —Jack McDevitt Award-winning author of Odyssey and Outbound “Mike Resnick is one of the finest writers the science fiction field has ever produced, and Starship: Pirate is one of his very best works. A wonderful book.” —Robert J. Sawyer Hugo Award-winning author of Hominids
IVORY
NEW DREAMS FOR OLD
STARSHIP: MUTINYBOOK ONE
STARSHIP: PIRATEBOOK TWO
Published 2007 by Pyr®, an imprint of Prometheus Books
Starship: Mercenary. Book Three. Copyright © 2007 by Mike Resnick. “Singapore Station: A Short Infrastructure History” and Duke’s Place Casino Schematic by Deborah Oakes. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, digital, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, or conveyed via the Internet or a Web site without prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Resnick, Michael D. Starship—mercenary : book three / by Mike Resnick. p. cm.
ISBN: 978-1-59102-599-3
1. Space ships—Fiction. 2. Mercenary—Fiction. I. Title.
PS3568.E698S737 2006 813’.54—dc22 2006027555 Printed in the United States on acid-free paper
To Carol, as always
And to absent friends:
Bob Bloch Jacques Chambon Jack Chalker Hal Clement George Alec Effinger Kelly Freas Jack C. Haldeman Virginia Kidd George Laskowski Bea Mahaffey Mary Martin Bruce Pelz E. Hoffman Price Hank Reinhardt Darrell C. Richardson John F. Roy Julius Schwartz Bob Sheckley Charles Sheffield Ross H. Spencer Lou Tabakow Bob Tucker James White Jack Williamson Ed Wood
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“David,” said the disembodied voice on the Theodore Roosevelt’s communication system, “I don’t know where the hell you’re hiding, but we have to talk. You show up in my office in five minutes or the next thing this ship fires on is going to be you.” “Five’ll get you ten the Captain has to go hunting for him,” said a crew member. “I’ll take that bet, ten credits to five,” said the tall, redheaded Third Officer. “If there’s one person aboard this ship that you don’t want mad at you—besides me, that is—it’s the Captain.” Suddenly she looked amused. “Besides,” she added, “how the hell many places can you hide on this ship?” “More than you think, or the Captain wouldn’t have threatened him.” “The Captain’s in a bad mood,” said the Third Officer. “Wouldn’t you be?” Suddenly a bulkhead panel slid open, and an odd-looking creature of vaguely human proportions, but dressed like a Victorian dandy, stepped out into the corridor. His eyes were set at the sides of his elongated head, his large triangular ears were capable of independent movement, his mouth was absolutely circular and had no lips at all, and his neck was long and incredibly flexible. His torso was broad and half again as long as a man’s, and his short, stubby legs had an extra joint in them. His skin may have possessed a greenish tint, but his bearing and manner were properly upper-class British at all times. “I wish you wouldn’t talk about me as if I wasn’t here,” he said. “Right,” said the Third Officer with a laugh. “You just wish you weren’t here.” “My dear Olivia . . .” he began in hurt tones. “Call me Val,” she replied. “A mere convenience for the crew,” he said with a shrug. “To me you will always be Olivia Twist.” “I hate that name,” she said ominously. “You’d do well to fall in love with some other human author.” “Other than the immortal Charles?” he said with almost-genuine horror. “There are no other authors. Just scribblers and dabblers.” “David,” said the voice on the intercom. “You have three minutes to find out whether I’m kidding or not.” Pause. Then, ominously: “You want a hint?” “I really must go,” said the alien apologetically. As he scuttled away, Val held out her hand to the crewman. “Pay up. It serves you right for betting against the Captain.” The elegantly dressed alien made his way to an airlift, ascended two levels, got off, and finally reached the Captain’s office. “My dear Steerforth!” he said with false enthusiasm. “That was beautifully handled! Just beautifully! I can’t tell you how proud I am of you!” “Shut up,” said Wilson Cole. “And stop calling me Steerforth.” “But that’s your name!” protested the alien. “I am David Copperfield and you are my old school chum, Steerforth.” “You can call me Captain, Wilson, or Cole once we’re on speaking terms again. I’ll continue calling you David, since you haven’t seen fit to give me your real name.” Cole stared at the alien. “I don’t think you can possibly imagine how mad I am at you.” “But we won!” said David Copperfield. “There were five ships and you destroyed them all!” “There were supposed to be two class-H ships!” snapped Cole. “We had to fight off four class-Ks and a class-M!” “For which we were well paid,” the alien pointed out. “What we were paid will barely replace the shuttle we lost and repair the damages we sustained,” said Cole. “David, I explained it to you after the last debacle: there’s more to this business than getting the biggest contract.” “That’s your end of the business,” said Copperfield defensively. “My job is handling the financial arrangements. I get the contracts, you fight the battles.” “And if they offered you ten times as much to take on a dreadnought, or face Admiral Garcia’s flagship, would you take it?” “Certainly not,” said Copperfield. “The Teddy R can’t beat a dreadnought.” “The Teddy R was goddamned lucky to come out of this morning’s skirmish in one piece,” said Cole. “My dear Steerforth, if you want to be a mercenary, you must expect to fight in some pitched battles. It goes with the job.” “I don’t think I’m getting through to you at all,” said Cole. “You’re our business agent. You are supposed to get us assignments we can handle. We’re lucky any of us are alive right now.” “But you are alive,” protested Copperfield. “So clearly it was a good bargain. Two million Maria Theresa dollars for guarding Barios II against potential attack during the Jewelers’ Exhibition.” “Damn it, David, there was nothing potential about that attack!” growled Cole. “They knew we were there, they knew what armaments we had, they knew what we were and weren’t capable of doing. If Val and Four Eyes hadn’t done things nobody’s supposed to do with our shuttlecrafts, we’d be orbiting the goddamned planet in a billion pieces right now.” “I could get you an assignment protecting small schoolchildren from playground bullies,” offered the dapper alien, “but it wouldn’t pay your expenses.” “Shut up,” said Cole. David Copperfield fell silent. “We’re going to have to make a few changes in how we operate,” continued Cole. “You mean the ship?” “I mean you and me. I can’t let you keep endangering us the way you’ve been doing.” “But you have been victorious!” protested Copperfield. “So I am not endangering you.” “We’re operating with half the crew this ship needs, we can’t go into the Republic for repairs or supplies, we still don’t have a doctor on board . . .” “And you have overcome every one of those obstacles,” noted Copperfield. “I don’t understand why you are so upset.” “Then why were you hiding inside a bulkhead?” demanded Cole. Copperfield paused, considering his answer. “It was cozy?” A burst of feminine laughter echoed through the small office, and a moment later the holographic image of Sharon Blacksmith appeared, hovering over Cole’s desk. “That’s a good one, David!” she said, still laughing. “I hope you don’t mind if I play it for the entire crew. If you ever get tired of being . . . well, whatever it is you’re being, you can always get work as a comedian.” “You were listening?” asked Copperfield. “I’m the Chief of Security,” answered Sharon. “Of course I was listening. There is an excellent chance that our glorious leader is going to strangle you before you leave his office, and such an action really requires a witness.” “Strangle me?” scoffed Copperfield. “We’ve been friends since we were in boarding school together.” “David, I really think you’re losing it,” said Sharon. “The two of you never met until last year. You are not old school chums. You are not even a human being, and your real name isn’t David Copperfield. You are—or at least you were—the biggest fence on the Inner Frontier. Now, I know that’s unpleasant, but those are the facts.” “Facts are the enemy of truth!” snapped Copperfield. “Do you think I’d have shown Steerforth how to avoid a lifetime of piracy if we hadn’t been lifelong friends? Do you think I’d have enticed the Hammerhead Shark to my world if I weren’t doing a favor for a classmate? Do you think I’d have turned my back on everything I’d been and come away with you if we didn’t share a special bond?” Cole and Sharon exchanged looks. ...
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