For a moment Samakro just sat there, feeling the universe gently turn sideways around him. Not only were they not angry, but they were actually pleased?
The universe might not have much justice to it, he decided. But it did appear to have something of a sense of humor.
“Yes, sir,” Thalias said with a sigh, flicking a quick look at Samakro’s profile as the Springhawk’s first officer continued his conversation with the ship. He was a good officer, she knew, and would follow Thrawn’s order. And he probably would accept the reasoning in time.
“Because at the beginning I had the feeling you didn’t approve.”
“Whether or not I approve of a given decision is irrelevant,” Samakro said. “Senior Captain Thrawn has given an order. It’s my job to obey it.”
“Maybe they wanted the area cleared so they could put in something new,” Samakro suggested. “I don’t know offhand of any plants that like damaged soil, but I’m sure there’s something out there that does.”
Samakro turned back. “Let’s get back to hyperspace, Commander Azmordi,” he ordered. “Best jump-by-jump you can do without wrapping us around a star or asteroid.”
“Yes, sir,” Azmordi said, flashing Samakro a smile before turning back to his board.
“With due respect to you and the Magys, sir, that’s a completely unwarranted conclusion,” Samakro said. “We were barely able to take a cursory look. A thorough evaluation would take days or weeks.”
Thrawn was taller than Samakro had expected, and carried himself with grace and a certain air of confidence. He was also courteous to the officers and warriors, and knew his way around the Springhawk. Aside from that, he really wasn’t that big a deal.
“What you know and what I want are completely irrelevant,” Samakro countered. “I’ve been given an order, and my job is to carry it out. If you persist in standing in the way, I can have you confined.”
“Certainly you should know by now I consider results far more valuable than etiquette. Mid Captain Samakro? Thoughts?”
“Only that the whole thing seems bizarre,” Samakro said.
“That would seem to rule out an invasion or any kind of widespread natural disaster.” He turned to Samakro. “Thoughts?”
“I don’t know, sir,” Samakro admitted. “I note that all three families are of the Forty, which might imply some sort of joint operation."
“The Mitth sent you to observe us,” Samakro said. “Don’t bother denying it—the officer who put you on the Springhawk told me that’s how you first tried to get aboard, and also that a Mitth syndic showed up at the last minute to give you a push.”
“Maybe they wanted the area cleared so they could put in something new,” Samakro suggested. “I don’t know offhand of any plants that like damaged soil, but I’m sure there’s something out there that does.”
“Springhawk, what’s your status?” Ar’alani’s voice came over the speaker.
“We’re still here, Admiral,” Samakro said. “But we wouldn’t turn down any timely aid you wanted to offer.”