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mission."
    Ezr took in the appearance of the Committee members. Kira Pen Lisolet sat next to the Fleet Captain. She was dressed in the Lisolet-green uniform her Family affected. The woman was almost as small as Qiwi, her features sober and attentive. But there was an impression of raw physical strength. The Strentmannian body type was extreme even by Qeng Ho standards of diversity. Some Traders prided themselves on their masked demeanor. Not Kira Pen Lisolet. Kira Lisolet loathed Park's first "possibility" as much as Qiwi claimed.
    Ezr's attention slid to another familiar face. Sum Dotran. Management committees were an elite. There were a few active owners, but the majority were professional planners, working their way up to a stake that would allow them to own their ships. And there was a minority of very old men. Most of the old guys were consummate experts, truly preferring management over any form of ownership. Sum Dotran was such. At one time he had worked for the Vinh Family. Ezr guessed that he opposed Park's first "possibility," too.
    "Second possibility: Separate control structures, no jointly crewed landers. As soon as practicable, we reveal ourselves directly to the Spiders"—and let the Lord of Trade sort the greater winners from the lesser. Once there were three players, the advantage to simple treachery should be diminished. In a few years their relationship with the Emergents could become a relatively normal, competitive one. Of course, the Emergents might regard unilateral contact as a kind of betrayal in itself. Too bad. It seemed to Vinh that at least half the Committee supported this path—butnot Sum Dotran.The old man jerked his head slightly at Vinh, making the message obvious.
    "Third possibility: We pack up our temps and head back to Triland."
    Vinh's stunned look must have been obvious. Sum Dotran elaborated. "Young Vinh, what the Captain means is that we are outnumbered and possibly outgunned. None of us trust these Emergents, and if they turn on us, there would be no recourse. It's just too risky to—"
    Kira Pen Lisolet slapped the table. "I object! This meeting was absurd to begin with. And worse, now we see Sum Dotran is simply using it to force his own views." So much for the theory that Qiwi had been operating at her mother's direction.
    "You are both out of order!" Captain Park paused a moment, staring at the Committee. Then, "Fourth possibility: We undertake a preemptive attack against the Emergent fleet, and secure the system for ourselves."
    "Attempt to secure it," corrected Dotran.
    "Iobject !" Kira Pen Lisolet again. She waved to bring up consensual imagery. "A preemptive attack is the only sure course."
    Lisolet's imagery was not a starscape or a telescopic view of the Spider world. It was not the org or timeline charts that often consumed the attention of planners. No, these were vaguely like planetary nav diagrams, showing the position and velocity vectors of the two fleets in relation to each other, the Spider's world, and the OnOff star. Traces graphed future positions in the pertinent coordinate systems. The diamond rocks were labeled, too. There were other markers, tactical military symbols, the notation for giga-tonnes and rocket bombs and electronic countermeasures.
    Ezr stared at the displays and tried to remember his military-science classes. The rumors about Captain Park's secret cargo were true. The Qeng Ho expedition had teeth—longer, sharper teeth than any normal trading fleet. And the Qeng Ho armsmen had had some time for preparation; clearly they had used it, even if the OnOff system was barren beyond belief, with no good place to hide ambushes or reserves.
    The Emergents, on the other hand: The military symbols clustered around their ships were hazy assessment probabilities. The Emergents' automation was strange, possibly superior to the Qeng Ho's. The Emergents had brought twice the gross tonnage, and the best guesses were that they carried proportionately more