Second Quadrant.
Liberator Garu.
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Admiral Joliet's intervention was not entirely surprising. He was a senior member of the ship's ruling council and would obviously want to ensure things were handled correctly since he was here. Although, it wasn't normal for such a high-ranking individual to be at this kind of event.
When he spoke, people listened, and then they did whatever he told them. He had the kind of authority some people wore like a mask, but his suffused his entire being.
It did occur to Point-Two that the admiral might be preventing the gangster from speaking to protect himself. Joliets could easily be the ones who had hired these thugs.
If there really was a way to influence System, then secrecy was paramount. As long as no one knew what was said behind closed doors, they would trust in System's adjudication. Who would believe System was just following orders?
"System," said Point-Two, before the ruling on the admiral's filing could be given. "Open hearing requested by the claimant."
Muttering and confusion from the crowd percolated around the arena. They were cowed enough by events to not go any louder than a murmur, but it was impossible to be totally silent when a minor nobody of a middling family stood there with a knife in one hand while defying the will of an elder.
It was Point-Two's right. He was the injured party, so to speak, so his preference in how the investigation was conducted took precedence. The accused had already been identified publicly, not that System often bothered to protect the identity of the accused — once they were found innocent, no one doubted System's findings. And everyone had seen Point-Two take the knife from the thug. They had come here armed and ready to cause trouble while they were off the Reservation.
Point-Two's face was gigantic all over the arena. All cameras were on him. You couldn't get any more public than this, which was why his brother was so keen to bring things to a head here and now. They thought they had chosen this time and place. Nothing could be further from the truth.
"Request granted," said System. "Proceedings to remain unrestricted."
No one had really expected anything else, given the circumstances, and many were secretly pleased to be able to witness events first hand, even as they wallowed in their outrage at the impropriety of it all. Now they wanted to hear what this was all about, who was behind it and why. If the popcorn sellers hadn't been transfixed, gawping like everyone else, they could have made a fortune. Even the players for the next match stood staring up at the screens.
"I ask System to reconsider on a matter of shipwide security," said Admiral Joliet.
Shock rippled through the crowd. Very few people could ask System to reconsider a ruling once it had been made. Obviously, the admiral was one of those people, but this was a scuffle, a conflict between thugs and nobodies, wasn't it?
The faces of the people in the arena shared one sentiment: What is going on?
Point-Two had already claimed there was some kind of conspiracy taking place, but his accusation had been vague and fanciful. Could it be true?
"I second the request," said another voice, one with an equal level of gravitas. The screens showed a new face, that of Admiral Distré — another giant at a minor sporting event. Now there were two greater families standing against him, which only made them look more suspicious.
Had he pushed them into revealing themselves? It seemed very unlikely. He had barely said anything, and yet these two great men were rising to prevent him going any further. Not using a proxy this time, not even a senior member of their family. They were here in person, ready and willing to be seen.
It could only mean this was all going to plan. Theirs.
Was it these two families working in tandem? Were the Maigrets in on it, too? Would they step up next to stop him exposing the truth, whatever that was?
They were hardly doing a good job of keeping things discreet and in the shadows by grandstanding here. Which made it all the more worrying.
How long had they been planning all this? Probably a lot longer than Point-Two had spent thinking about his options. He was relying on instinct and a clear end goal provided by his know-it-all brother. He knew where he needed to get to, he just didn't know exactly how he was going to get there.
Meanwhile, these men of limitless power were conniving to find a way to claim a little more power. Just a tiny bit more. One drop to add to the huge vat of liquid domination they bathed in daily. It seemed unnecessary. What did they plan to do with it? Rule with even greater unopposed supremacy?
"I was attacked," said Point-Two, "not the ship."
"We protect the People," said Admiral Joliet.
"I am the People," said Point-Two. "Protect me, first."
It was a simple enough rejoinder — every life on the Garu was precious — easily winning over the crowd. Perhaps too easily. Point-Two felt like he was being led into a trap, but that was fine. It would save him having to look for it.
Hollet 1 had been right, as usual. This was where they would make their move. They wanted it to be public, too, which meant they weren't going to use System to achieve their goal — at least, not the new and improved System. They most likely wanted to keep that ace up their sleeve for something more important. Like turning on each other.
This was a minor conflict to be dealt with quickly. Hollets out, someone dependable in. For what purpose, he had no idea, and Hollet 1 refused to tell him.
Soldiers had appeared at either end of the row. They wore Joliet colours and carried rifles. That wasn't unusual, they always carried rifles, and side-arms. It was all for show, like the thug's shiny dagger. They were obeying orders, but they wouldn't act without System's approval, which hadn't been given. Yet.
Everything was finely balanced, just as Hollet 1 had predicted, exactly what he had trained Point-Two for. He looked at Walter, shaking with fear, faking it.
He was faking it.
If you wanted to fool System, you had to have an excuse ready.
It was an accident, I had no idea that was going to happen, I don't even know who this is….
And you needed to be a pretty good actor.
Terrified Walter winked at him, or maybe it was a nervous twitch, and then he lunged. There was a knife in his hand, a big one. Point-Two hadn't seen any signs the gangster was carrying a weapon and he had looked closely, but there it was.
A piercing siren rang out and everyone crumpled in their seats. System was taking steps to avoid a death, but Point-Two and his assailant ignored the sonic scream with duelling grimaces of pain.
Point-Two deflected the incoming blade and slid the one he was holding into the base of Walter's neck. Both men slumped, one for the last time.