“Now is the time to make that happen,” I said.
“There is no guarantee that the Consu would help you, even if we convinced them to speak to us and hear our plea on your behalf,” Dock said. “The Consu are unknowable.”
“I understand that,” I said. “It’s worth a try anyway.”
“Even if what you ask were possible, it would come at a high cost,” Dock said. “If you knew what it cost us the last time we spoke to the Consu—”
“I know exactly how much it cost,” I said. “Hickory told me. And I know the Obin are used to paying for what they get. Let me ask you, Councilor. What did you get from my biological father? What did you get from Charles Boutin?”
“He gave us consciousness,” Dock said, “as you well know. But it came at a price. Your father asked for a war.”
“Which you never gave him,” I said. “My father died before you could pay up. You got his gift for free.”
“The Colonial Union asked for a price to finish his work,” Dock said.
“That’s between you and the Colonial Union,” I said. “It doesn’t take anything away from what my father did, or the fact you never paid for it. I am his daughter. I am his heir. The fact you are here says that the Obin give me the honor they would give him. I could say to you that you owe me what you owe him: a war, at least.”
“I cannot say that we owe you what we owed your father,” Dock said.
“Then what do you owe me?” I asked. “What do you owe me for what I’ve done for you? What is your name?”
“My name is Dock,” it said.
“A name you have because one day I named those two Hickory and Dickory,” I said, pointing at my two friends. “It’s only the most obvious example of what you have through me. My father gave you consciousness, but you didn’t know what to do with it, did you? None of you did. All of you learned what to do with your consciousness by watching me grow into mine, as a child and now as who I am today. Councilor, how many Obin have watched my life? Seen how I did things? Learned from me?”
“All of them,” Dock said. “We have all learned from you, Zo?.”
“What has it cost the Obin?” I asked. “From the time Hickory and Dickory came to live with me, until the moment I stepped onto this ship, what has it cost you? What have I ever asked of any Obin?”
“You have not asked for anything,” Dock said.
I nodded. “So let’s review. The Consu gave you intelligence and it cost you half of all the Obin when you came to ask them why they did it. My father gave you consciousness, and the price for it was a war, a price which you would have willingly paid had he lived. I have given you ten years of lessons on how to be conscious—on how to live. The bill for that has come due, Councilor. What price do I require? Do I require the lives of half the Obin in the universe? No. Do I require the Obin to commit to a war against an entire other race? No. I require only your help to save my family and friends. I don’t even require that the Obin do it themselves, only that they find a way to have someone else do it for them. Councilor, given the Obin’s history of what it’s received and what it has cost, what I am requiring of the Obin now comes very cheap indeed.”
Dock stared at me, silently. I stared back, mostly because I had forgotten to blink through all of that and I was afraid if I tried to blink now I might scream. I think it was making me look unnervingly calm. I could live with that.
“We were to send a skip drone when you arrived,” Dock said. “It has not been sent yet. I will let the rest of the Obin council know of your requirement. I will tell them I support you.”
“Thank you, Councilor,” I said.
“It may take some time to decide on a course of action,” Dock said.
“You don’t have time,” I said. “I am going to see General Gau, and I am going to deliver my dad’s message to him. The Obin council has until I am done speaking to General Gau to act. If it has not, or will not, then you will leave General Gau without me.”
“You will not be safe with the Conclave,” Dock said.
“Are you under the impression that I will tolerate being among the Obin if you refuse me?” I said. “I keep telling you this: I am not asking for this. I am requiring it. If the Obin will not do this, they lose me.”
“That would be very hard for some of us to accept,” Dock said. “We had already lost you for a year, Zo?, when the Colonial Union hid your colony.”
“Then what will you do?” I asked. “Drag me back onto the ship? Hold me captive? Record me against my will? I don’t imagine that will be very entertaining. I know what I am to the Obin, Councilor. I know what uses you have all put me to. I don’t think you will find me very useful after you refuse me.”
“I understand you,” Dock said. “And now I must send this message. Zo?, it is an honor to meet you. Please excuse me.” I nodded. Dock left.