2953-10-08 – Tales from the Inbox: Kel’s Undeniable Contract 

“Well.” Kell rubbed his claw-like hands together. “This is a marvelous business proposal. Do send over the particulars, and we will talk it over.” 

Kel stood, seeming to think this would make Commander Daseta return to Cour-de-Lion. After an awkward pause, though, Sadek Sherburn realized the woman in the black uniform had no intention of going anywhere without a decision – the right decision, by Sovereign standards. 

“The contract was sent over the moment I stepped aboard.” Daseta looked at each of them, but she seemed to let her gaze linger on Sadek the longest. “Take all the time you need to read it. The particulars can be... adjusted, if necessary, but I read everything myself. You will find it quite generous.” 

With that, she sauntered over to the far end of the lounge, where the compartment abutted Traveler's transparent outer hull. Only an inner layer of transparency-adjusting smart-glass added during the refit protected the crew from the heat and radiation of nearby stars; Kel’s people hadn’t seemed to think this feature necessary. The view she framed herself in was quite spectacular as ever, with the ruddy twin stars of the nameless star system on whose outskirts they drifted glowing in the center of the thready haze which showed the paths of two concentric asteroid rings. 

Sadek watched the Sovereign officer for a few moments while his human shipmates pulled up the contract on their wristcuff screens and Kel did likewise on his slate. She stood uncannily still, hands clasped behind her back, and her wispy mane of hairlike plumage cascading past her shoulder blades. Again, he wondered at the extensive surgeries required to make an alien look and move that human. How much had all that cost? What had she agreed to it for? Could it possibly have been worth it? Surely her own kind no longer looked at her as one of their own, but no human would ever regard her without some uncanny discomfort, no matter how attractive the surgeries had made her. 

Sadek glanced to the others, then gestured with his head to Daseta. They would obviously be uncomfortable talking over the contract while she was within earshot. Sadek, who had never been even a strong recreational reader, would be of little help parsing through a predatory Sovereign contract, or devising a plan of escaping it if Kel desired. 

Kel and Elliott Deadman looked back at him blankly, but Alicia Powers seemed to understand. She smiled slyly and nodded her head encouragingly.  

Sadek stood up and cleared his throat. “Commander Daseta, while my boss goes over the contract, would you like a tour of the ship?” 

Daseta spun on her heel. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather read it for yourself?” 

“I trust my shipmates’ head for legal language more than my own.” Sadek shrugged. “It’s no trouble at all.” 

Daseta met Sadek’s eyes and smirked. She seemed almost to see through him and guess his intentions in that instant, but then she nodded and gestured toward the corridor. “Lead the way, Mr. Sherburn.” 

Sadek, wondering how inefficiently he could give a tour without the mercenary catching on, headed forward to the astrogation compartment. The view there was better than anywhere else except the bridge, though now it would be blocked in large part by the bulk of Cour-de-Lion alongside. It would also be the logical starting point for any tour of a ship whose compartment layout was vastly unintuitive to any human spacer. 

Daseta surveyed the compartment with a glance. “Very nice. I would have made this the bridge, on a ship like this.” She stepped into the center of its semicircular deck, which was sloped like half of a shallow bowl. 

“Auxiliary astrogation.” Sadek muttered, gesturing to the backup navcomputer console off to one side. “Kel says his people like to keep this space clear, but he never said why.” 

Daseta turned back toward Sadek. “He won't tell you because this is where the Iatarans put weapons. When they want them, anyway.” 

“Weapons?” Sadek frowned. “Inside the hull? How do you know that, anyway?” 

The red-skinned woman laughed. “Not much of a tech, I suppose. That’s all right. Truth is, we don’t know it for sure, but it’s obvious if you think about it a bit. Their hull material is almost totally transparent to visible light and some forms of radiation.” 

Sadek frowned. It took a moment for him to realize the implication of this. “They can mount their lasers inside the hull. Brilliant.” 

“Except it doesn’t protect them from return fire either.” Daseta shook her head. “Poor bastards, when they go to war, burning each other to cinders inside these hulls, then towing the glowing derelicts home for re-use.” 

Sadek, who hadn’t seen any warlike inclination of Kel or of the two or three others he’d met on their brief visit to Iataran space, shuddered at the notion of those glassy ships unpacking laser cannons from the cargo hold and setting them up on gimbals in every open space aboard. It would be a crude and inefficient way of waging large-scale war, but for sudden, sharp border squabbles between the mercantile factions that seemed to be the main power brokers of their society, it made perfect sense. 

Daseta, of course, didn’t fail to register the reaction. “Did you think dear Kel was as harmless as he prefers to let on?” She smiled coldly, and her broad mouth gave her face a momentarily shark-like aspect. "Or that the Iatarans were free of Incarnation control simply because they were too insignificant?” 

Sadek shrugged. “I never thought of it that way, Commander.” 

“That’s no surprise.” Daseta took a step towards Sadek. “What is a surprise is, what you were thinking about instead.” 

Sadek started at this, but then he shook his head and rolled his eyes. “With all due respect, you don’t know anything about what I’m thinking about.” He’d seen a few bargain-bin mentalists in his day; it was always part hyper-observation and part bluff, and it was almost a relief to find Sovereign officers trying to pull such simple tricks to put him off his guard. 

“I’ve seen your dossier. And it paints a pretty clear picture, if you know how to look.” Here she held up three fingers. “You knew Kel was more trouble than he let on, but here you are, even though you couldn’t see how.” She put one finger down. “You gave that little tech Deadman a chance, even over more experienced candidates.” The second finger dropped. “And you spent so much of my little presentation feeling sorry for me for no damned reason – yes, I could tell – that you haven’t even now realized we’re offering to make you lot rich, entirely legally and above board.” 

Sadek stared for a moment. “Feeling sorry for you?” Was that really what he had been doing? He supposed one could look at it that way. 

“The picture I get from your dossier is that you’re too conscientious for your own good, Mr. Sherburn.” Daseta held out her hands. “You do things because it’s good for other people, not because it’s good for you. Letting others get ahead before you put you on that hulk of a mining ship all those years, but it also got you in with Kel. My advice is: don’t change that.” 

Sadek coughed. “Did I ask for a psych eval? Commander Daseta, you just met me. I don’t need your advice.” 

Daseta smiled and ran one delicate, red-skinned hand through her hair. “Trust me; where we're going, you really do.” 

“If you say so.” Sadek turned away. “Wait. We?” 

Commander Daseta, according to Sadek’s account, was attached to Traveler’s crew more or less permanently. To my knowledge, she is still aboard now; at least, Sadek’s recent account of the circumstances of their falling in with Sovereign does not hint at her departure later. 

I have found this Daseta’s datasphere profile; she’s from an Atro’me enclave in the Herakles IV system and has academic credentials as a psychologist specializing in human-xeno social interactions. She seems to have worked for one of the passenger liner firms on screening mechanisms for both crew and prospective passengers before Sovereign hired her on. Why she has a military rank with them (Sovereign has parallel internal civilian and military hierarchies) is unclear.  

As with most Sovereign-affiliated spacers, her profile goes pretty dark after the date of her joining the company, but posts before that seem normal enough. 

[N.T.B. - Kel’s crew would be an interesting case study for someone with that specialization, though being part of the case study as a xeno on the crew rather spoils any research benefits.]