He clicked open the comset again. "Kal," he lied icily. "Advanceman Kal." For the first time he was glad of the tinny, voice disguising diaphragm.
"Get off!" the Advanceship ordered. "This is the Commander. We're under communication security, damn it!"
Parr nodded to himself in recognition of what had happened. Commanders were now on the whole communications network. It would prevent ordinary operators from spreading more news of mutiny through the Fleet; it would blanket the manufacturing of rumors. And, if things were running true to course the Flagship was monitoring all channels just in case.
"I've found out the Oholo's disposition," Parr hissed into the tiny comset. "Can you pick me up?"
There was a momentary pause.
"... We thought you were dead, Kal. Why didn't you answer our calls?"
"... Broke my comset," Parr lied quickly. "I've just killed the traitor, Parr, and I'm using his."
There seemed to be suspended judgment in the Ship.
"If you pick me up, I can give you details. But you'll have to hurry! Two Oholos are closing in right now!"