A Matter of Honor: A Terran Empire novel — John Shaqi
A Matter of Honor: A Terran Empire novelWilson, Ann
Science
A Matter of Honor: A Terran Empire novel
Wilson, Ann
Science fiction
Corina's ears twitched in surprise at the flood of words, but Sunbeam
didn't seem to notice. "All right, Sunbeam. What do we do first?"
That was something else she would have to get used to, Corina told
herself. Humans were, by Irschchan standards, quite informal,
sometimes to the point of appearing rude. But they did not intend
offense, and she really ought to adapt to their ways, so she added,
"You may call me Corina."
"Great! We find you a cabin, that's first, then we can eat, if you're
as hungry as I am. C'mon, let's get a shuttle."
That reminded Corina that she hadn't eaten since the previous night.
"I am hungry," she agreed, as they entered one of the elevator-like
cubicles that provided intra-ship transport. "But what if Ranger
Medart wants me for something?"
"That's right, he called you his special assistant. Don't worry about
it, Chang handles the intra-ship communications." The young Ensign
spoke into thin air. "Emperor Chang?"
A pleasant baritone voice replied. "Yes, Ensign Yamata?"
"We have a VIP guest, Ms. Corina Losinj of Irschcha. Ranger Medart
wants her assigned a cabin near his. What's available?"
"There is one next to his," the ship-comp replied. "3N-2-1-8 is free."
"Great! Take us there, will you?"
"Affirmative. Is there anything else?"
"No, thanks."
"Chang out."
The shuttle began to move, and Sunbeam turned to Corina. "You'll have
to memorize those coordinates, I'm afraid. You're not a member of the
ship's crew, so until Ranger Medart or Captain Hobison say otherwise,
that and comm patches are the only commands of yours the Chang will
obey, once you get its attention by using its full name. Security, you
know."
"I understand," Corina said. "Deck Three North, Ring Two, Segment One,
Cabin B."
"Very good!" Sunbeam exclaimed. "If this was the Academy, I'd make you
explain the system."
"If I am fortunate, I will go to the Academy when this is over. May I
practice?"
Sunbeam assumed a mock-fierce expression. "All right, plebe. Recite!"
A stern-looking Sunbeam Yamata seemed so incongruous, even on short
acquaintance, that Corina purred briefly in amusement. "We came in on
Deck Zero, known as the Equator. Other decks are numbered away from
that, south being toward the drive pod, north toward the bow. The
Bridge is at the center of Deck Zero, fully protected. The rings are
numbered outward, toward the hull. There are twelve segments, numbered
clockwise from an arbitrary beginning, and compartments in each segment
are given alphabetic designations."
When she finished, Sunbeam was grinning again. "Not quite by the book,
but you're close, and you've got all the facts right. Are you a Navy
fan, or something?"
The shuttle door opened, and the two stepped out into a cool-looking
green corridor before Corina replied. "I would not use that term, but
you could say so."
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