Mulberry and Owl by Aliette de Bodard (Uncanny #42, September/October 2021) opens with Thuỷ in the cabin of the starship looking at a black hole in the centre of a nebula; Thuỷ is there to talk to an imprisoned imperial enforcer. After a flashback to a time twenty years earlier (about half the subsequent story is an account of Thuỷ’s time with her rebel comrades), we discover that the imperial enforcer is a starship called The Owl and the Moon’s Tongue, which has been imprisoned in the black hole as it is no longer needed by the new Empress (she does not want reminders of the enforcer’s atrocities).
We subsequently learn that Thuỷ wants the Owl to give her a copy of the amnesty awarded to a dead comrade so that their family can return home and live in peace; in return, Thuỷ will repair the Owl’s weapons systems. After some negotiation they come to an agreement, and Thuỷ sees vision of the pardon. Then the Owl reveals itself:
Something changed, in the mass of light in front of Thuỷ: a slight adjustment, but suddenly she could see the ship—the bulk of the hull, the sharp, sleek shape with bots scuttling over every surface, the thin, ribbed actuator fins near the ion drives at the back—the paintings on her hull, which she’d half-expected to be blood spatters but which were apricot flowers, and calligraphed poems, and a long wending river of stars in the shadow of mountains, a breathtakingly delicate and utterly unexpected work of art. Something moved: a ponderous shift of the bots, drawing Thuỷ’s eyes towards a patch of darkness at the centre of the painting, between two mountains.
The rest of the story interweaves an account of Thuỷ’s activities during the rebellion with her work repairing the Owl’s weapon system, its “scream”. Then, once Thuỷ finishes the job (spoiler), the Owl double-crosses her:
The Owl’s scream. The punishment for rebels, for the disloyal to the empire. For those who had abandoned their friends.
Thuỷ had chased atonement all the way into that nebula, and on some level she’d known, she’d always known, that she didn’t expect to come out after fixing Owl. [. . .] “Do you think it’s worth it? They’ll just dismantle it, after I’m dead.”
“Oh, child. You’re the one who saw so much, and so little. It’s my voice. It’s part of me. I’d rather scream once more in all my glory rather than leave it forever unused. It will be worth it. All of it.”
You saw much, and so little.
But on some deep, primal level, she’d seen all of it already.
The pressure was building up and up within her. Her bots popped apart, one by one, like fireworks going off—there was nothing in her ears now but that never ending whistling, that vibration that kept going and going, her bones full to bursting, her eyes and nose and mouth ceaselessly hurting, leaking fluid—and her lungs were shaking too, and it was hard to breathe, and even the liquid that filled her mouth, the blood, salt-tinged one, felt like it was vibrating too—and all of it was as it should be—
The Owl then realises that—because of her guilt about her comrades—Thuỷ will suffer more if she lives. Thuỷ returns to her ship.
I found this story’s space opera setting, with its Star Wars-lite Empresses and rebels, unengaging to start with, and I’m also not a fan of de Bodard’s style over substance writing (too much of the story is spent describing the world this is set in, or Thuỷ’s angst). However, this drew me in more as it went on, and the ending looked like it was going to be a cut above what had come before (the scream sequence starts well).The ending is a cop-out though and, if Owl was really more interested in causing suffering to its victims than killing them, it would presumably mutilate them instead (e.g. paralyse and/or deafen and/or blind them).
Almost there.
**+ (Average to Good). 7,950 words. Story link.