The Lost Fleet: Beyond the Frontier: Guardian

“And for long before that. We’re still working on trying to keep the repair and immune systems in our own bodies from going haywire and killing us quickly or slowly,” Smythe pointed out. “And those had who knows how many millions of years to develop. Making something that fixes anything that goes wrong but doesn’t damage things that are fine is not a simple problem.”

“What did they do with the last test ship?”

“An automated tug towed both test ship and itself into the nearest star. Good-bye nanos. Nobody wanted to risk them infecting other ships. You could lose a fleet that way before you knew what was happening.”

“How long before we can leave?” Geary asked.

“Today. Or tomorrow. Or a few months from now. Admiral, there’s only so much my auxiliaries can do. Some of the damage our ships have sustained requires a full repair dock. The longer we spend here, the better condition all of our ships will be in, but we’ll never hit one hundred percent until we get home.” Smythe cocked a questioning eyebrow at Geary. “Do you expect to face more fighting before then?”

“I have no idea. I hope not, but I don’t know. We’ve got the biggest threat magnet in the human-occupied region of space with us.”

“Ah, yes, Invincible.” Smythe looked both unhappy and enticed. “Have you been aboard her? There are so many puzzles inside that ship. I wish we could dig into them.”

“We can’t risk it, Captain.”

“I may be able to isolate something so we can at least try to figure out how it works,” Smythe pleaded. “My people will work it up on their own time. They’re itching to get their hands on that Kick equipment.”

“Send me your proposal,” Geary said reluctantly, “and I’ll think about it.”

Have you been aboard her? No, he hadn’t. The chance to visit a truly alien construction, to see the work of intelligent, nonhuman hands, and I’ve only seen as much of that superbattleship as could be seen through the views of numerous Marines during the capture of it.

Once we get Invincible home, odds are the ship will be completely isolated, only high-level researchers allowed aboard. Invincible will be taken far from any star system that I am likely to visit.

He called Tanya. “I want to see Invincible.”

In her command seat on the bridge of Dauntless, Desjani nodded absentmindedly. “They’ve got enough systems hooked up for you to do a virtual visit?”

“No. I figured I’d go in person.”

She jerked in surprise, her lips moved as she visibly counted to ten, then Desjani recited her next words in resigned and mechanical tones. “I must advise you of the dangers involved in physically visiting an alien warship containing unknown threats including but not limited to possible pathogens capable of infecting human hosts, equipment which works in unknown ways and which could reactivate at any time with unknown consequences, and aliens who could have survived the battle and remained hidden from our security sweeps and could still emerge to strike at a sufficiently high-value target.”

“Your concerns are noted,” Geary replied.

“And you’ll do it anyway.”

“This will probably be my only chance to visit that ship, Tanya. Once we get back to Alliance space, Invincible is sure to be quarantined.”

She put on a look of exaggerated wonder. “You don’t suppose there’s a reason they’ll put that ship in quarantine, do you?”

Seeing that Desjani wasn’t about to abandon her line of attack, and knowing that she indeed had a point, Geary played his last card. “Tanya, there are sailors and Marines aboard that ship by my command. I sent them there. Are you saying that I should avoid doing something I am willing to order those under my command to do?”

This time she gave him an aggravated look under a furrowed brow. “Using good leadership principles against me? That’s low.”

“If you really want me to be a bad leader . . .”

“Oh, knock it off!” She tapped some commands. “You’ll be using one of Dauntless’s shuttles.” That came out as a statement of fact rather than a question.

“Of course.” He knew better than to point out that she had given in. “Do you want any souvenirs?”

“From that thing?” Desjani’s shudder didn’t seem to be feigned. “No thanks.”

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