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ALLIANCES
by Kristine Kathryn Rusch
In 1999, Kristine Kathryn Rusch won three Reader’s Choice Awards for three different stories in three
different magazines in two different genres: mystery and science fiction. That same year, her short fiction
was nominated for the Hugo, Nebula, and Locus Awards. Since she had just returned to writing short
fiction after quitting her short fiction editing job at The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction , she
was quite encouraged by this welcome back to writing. She never quit writing novels, and has sold more
than forty-five of them, some under pseudonyms, in mystery, science fiction, fantasy, horror, and
romance. Her most recent mystery novel is Hitler’s Angel . Her most recent fantasy novel is The Black
King .
“TT’orgive me, sir.” Captain Roz Sheehan could barely hide r her disgust, even if
she was speaking to a superior officer. “I don’t believe we should trust the word of
a Cra-tiv’n, two Dulacs, and a Hacrim.”
Admiral Allen Galland reached across his wide oak desk and handed her an
information pad. She did not look at it, instead studying the office around her.
Roz had been here a dozen times-and each time Gal-land had proposed some
half-assed scheme. Most of them she’d been able to get out of, but lately that had
gotten harder and harder.
She had a reputation for being the most creative captain in the fleet, and that had
brought her to Galland’s attention.
That, and the loss of her ship in the Cactus Corridor. She kept her command-after
all, her crew got back alive and she had managed to defeat an entire squadron of
Ba-am-as-but Galaxy Patrol rules were hard and fast. Any captain who lost her ship
had to go through retraining and reassignment.
Galland had prevented that, but he hadn’t let her forget that favor. And so far, it had
cost her eleven unsavory missions. Eleven missions that had fattened Galland’s
private purse and had left her with the feeling that she should never have taken his
deal, even though it helped her retain her command.
The office wasn’t making things any better. Oak desk, real Earth plants-spiders
(which were hardy) and violets (which were not)-paintings older than the Galactic
Alliance, and leather furniture that had antique stamped all over it. Every time she
came here, she saw some new treasure, and she wondered how much of her sweat
had gone into paying for it.
Not to mention the fact that Galland kept his office too damn hot. Hot and humid,
filled with “real” sunlight. Good for the plants, he said.
Bad for her. Especially when she was trying to look cool and calm, unruffled by his
latest stupid plan.
 
If only the Alliance had stricter rules for its base commanders. But they were military
governors who operated without much oversight-and were as good, or as bad, as
they chose to be. And Galland certainly wasn’t choosing to be good.
“I could download the information to your personal account,” Galland said,
capturing her attention just like he wanted.
She sighed and looked at the information pad he had given her. A highlighted route
appeared, running through the Cactus Corridor and beyond, well into uncharted
space.
A small blue planet pulsed, begging her to touch the screen and enlarge the image.
She didn’t. Instead, she handed the pad back to Galland.
“A treasure map,” she said. “How delightful. Am I acting as a member of the Patrol
now or as part of a newly created piracy force? Should I wear an eye patch, get a
peg leg, and start calling you matey?”
“You forget, Captain, that you are talking to your superior.”
She let out a large sigh and let her shoulders relax. “No, I haven’t, sir. But frankly,
you’re not acting like my superior here. You’re acting like a little boy who just found
out that there’s gold at the end of the rainbow.”
“And you, Captain, should take this assignment more seriously.”
“I would,” she said, “if you had a reliable source. And if you were pursuing
something that was possible. They’re sending you-me, actually-on some kind of wild
goose chase.”
“I’ve heard enough about this universal translator to believe it’s something we have
to investigate.”
“Then have someone bring it here,” she said. “What’s to stop someone from
bringing the technology to us?”
“The Hacrim say that these creatures don’t want to sell it.”
This mission was getting worse and worse. “Then why would you want me to go to
this place?”
“To see if the rumors are true,” Galland said.
“They aren’t,” Roz said.
“Then find out.”
“Through the Cactus Corridor. Into uncharted space. Breaking God knows how
many regulations to track down a rumor?”
 
“You’re an explorer, Captain.”
“I’m a military officer, Admiral. I’m supposed to be patrolling a sector, not going on
fantasy vacations in your stead.”
“You’re being insubordinate, Captain.”
“And you’re not acting like my superior officer, Admiral.” Roz picked up the pad
and looked at it one last time.
There was a lot of information missing from that route. The section of space after
the Cactus Corridor was empty- completely black. Then there was the pulsating
planet, and nothing else.
Space was never empty and it never had nothing there. Especially over distances that
vast.
“Let me remind you, Captain, who saved your butt-”
“Yeah,” Roz said. “In an incident that happened in the Cactus Corridor. No offense,
Admiral, but I really don’t want to take my ship back there.”
“You won’t be, Roz,” Galland said, lowering his voice. “You’ll be taking a
prototype vessel. A small one. One that can handle the prickly nature of that nebula.”
“And the Ba-am-as?” she asked.
“You let me worry about the Ba-am-as.”
“No offense, sir, but I’m the one whose going to be taking a prototype ship through
the Cactus Corridor, heavily mined and guarded by the Ba-am-as, into space that
isn’t properly charted, in search of something that’s scientifically impossible . I
respectfully and forcefully decline.”
Admiral Galland let out a small sigh. “Roz, I don’t think you’re in the position to
argue-”
“Admiral,” she said, putting her hands on his desk and leaning close. “Let me ask
you a few questions.”
He raised his dark eyes to hers. She thought she caught in them an expression of
wary amusement. She didn’t like that at all.
“Fire, Captain.” Back to captain, then, were they? None of that too-familiar Roz crap
any longer.
“Did the Dulacs speak English when they told you of this great find?”
“No,” Galland started, but she didn’t let him finish.
“Did the Hacrim? How about the Crativ’n?”
 
“No.”
“Did they use one of these devices to communicate with you?”
“No,” Galland said.
“So you had to speak to them through translators.”
“Yes, but-”
“Human translators, trained at some university and hired by the Patrol, right?”
“Yes, but-”
“Don’t you find that somewhat suspicious?”
“No,” Galland said.
She couldn’t believe he had just said that. “ No ?”
Galland nodded. “No.”
She stood up. Now she was confused. “Why not?” And then she mentally kicked
herself for asking the question.
“Because,” he said, “they claim these creatures don’t want the translator in anyone
else’s hands.”
“So,” she said, “on the off chance that this universal translator does exist, what am I
supposed to do? Steal the technology?”
“That’s your suggestion, Captain.”
She let out a surprised laugh. “I was being sarcastic, Admiral.”
“Really?” he said, “Somehow, I hadn’t noticed.”
She stared at him, shocked. “You can’t be serious.”
He grinned. “It was your suggestion.”
She shook her head. How she hated the meetings with him. The thing was she knew
she had little recourse. The
Alliance let a lot of things slide, particularly if the end result benefited Alliance
members.
And to think she had been idealistic when she joined up, believing that “for the good
of all races” crap that had been in the recruiting ads. To think that she once believed
she and her crew would fly all over the galaxy doing good.
How naive was that?
 
Probably as naive as letting Admiral Galland help her avoid reassignment.
“Admiral,” she said, choosing her words carefully, “we couldn’t invent a universal
translator for human languages. Human beings-the same species-don’t base our
language on the same structure and concepts. How can there be a universal translator
for humans and aliens? It’s not possible and you know it. You want me to risk my
life and my crew’s for someone’s con.”
“It’s not a con,” he said. “Three different kinds of aliens-”
“Yeah. They couldn’t all have been bought off.” She put up her hands as if to ward
off his next remark. “That was sarcasm too, in case you didn’t catch it.”
“Look, Captain. You and I have both seen a lot of strange things in our careers.
That’s part of what space is about.” Galland was being serious now. Somehow that
disconcerted her even more. “What if this translator works for some alien races? If it
works forty percent of the time, then it’s better than anything we have.”
“And if, in the remaining sixty percent, it mistranslates and we don’t know it, aren’t
we setting ourselves up for something completely terrible?” she asked.
“Let’s find out if it exists first, Roz. Then we’ll worry about it.”
“So I cross the Cactus Corridor, fight my way through an uncharted section of
space, find out the damn thing exists, come back, tell you, and you’ll send me out
again?”
“I’d rather take your first suggestion,” Galland said.
“It wasn’t a suggestion,” she said. “And I won’t steal for you or the Alliance. I’m
not that dumb.”
All the humor left Galland’s face. “Really, Roz?” he asked. “Your record suggests
otherwise.”
“It does not. I’ve been one of the best officers in this fleet, and you know it.”
“I know it,” he said. “But it doesn’t show in your record. In fact, the last eleven runs
you did for me were off the books. Officially, Captain, you’re grounded.”
Her mouth went dry. “What?”
He shrugged. “We’re pretty much an isolated outpost here, Roz. No one knows
what happens out here unless we choose to tell them. For the past several years all
your communications, all your assignments, and all of your command decisions
have been run through me.”
Of course it had. That was standard policy. She was feeling light-headed. He had
manipulated standard policy to his own advantage? That was even lower than she
had expected him to go.
 

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